While they fell into the night sky so dark and deep, he remembered. Remembered why he was there, falling for her.

The story about an 14-year old boy, Leo Reyes Gimmina, son of Rick Reyes and Mari Gimmina. Mostly, he was being alone, after about his parents are separately forever, mostly he was now a shut-in. When he needed for his own hope, for that he was entered the kids pizzeria named "Drawn Fun, Party Wo...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

In the shadows of the Agatsuma Apartments during the solemn Obon season, the caretaker, Sato Ayato, navigates the building's tranquil corridors. As the season unfolds, a series of tragic events unfurl, blurring the line between celebration and despair. Caught in the midst of festivity and persona...

An accidental meeting with a young woman taking coins from a park fountain sparks the feeling of a new connection. That is, until that connection is lost to something that could not be understood.

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

I don't want to fall in love anymore! I have enough with this! If only I don't know her, my life will be more easier. I want to end my life! "Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Who is her suddenly appear in my life? What she want from me? What will happen with my life after this?

Mike becomes entranced by a girl with an uncanny resemblance to his first crush. As they share their deepest pains and hopes, they confront the fragility of life and the balance between joy and suffering. A heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the pursuit of beauty in a world marked by tragedy.

Years of Poverty due to being stuck as the third group of people who don’t follow Eros or Thanatos has caused years of oppression. Humanity seems to have lost its way and autonomy under the two Gods. As such, the Gods need to perish.

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...