For the realm of mortals, nothing is actually as it seems.

"In the late autumn, two souls meet in a bustling city. He is a man resigned to life's ebb and flow, while she is an enigmatic figure, seemingly caught between life and death. Their connection deepens, and they grapple with the call of the God of Death. Amidst conflicting desires, they have a piv...

The day has come, the building shall be open to all! An architect finalizes his work, as his lover sings her final song.

“Eros loved a woman. When she died, he asked his brother to keep her by his side. But she grew to loathe him because he enjoyed the warmth of life while she was alone in the cold. So, he cursed all lovers to be betrayed by death like he had been by his own brother.” “Did he let her go?” “He...

The boy never understood the ruckus about the Thanatos', nor the Eros'. Until he saw a girl ruled by Thanatos. Everything felt alright, until he realized something; They fell through the night, holding each other's hand.

A sweet song filled the air as the wheels of the train clattered along the track, quickly approaching the station. Her wrists were itchy and sore from her past attempt. Yet that sweet song still hung in the air around her, beckoning her closer to the edge as a green-eyed stranger watched from the...

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

A woman grapples with her guilt over her younger sister's tragic death. Seeking closure, she returns to a rooftop where her sister fell to fulfill a promise she had made with her younger sister.

A spin-off story based on YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" and the story "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. For the YOASOBI X HONEYFEED contest 2023. A young man named Ethan, haunted by his mother's death, becomes obsessed with the concept of death and the afterlife. When he ...

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...