To whom it may concern, In the hushed corridors of our existence, where laughter once echoed, now resides a specter of memories. Amei, my sister, once a beacon of warmth, now stands as an enigma veiled in silence. The melody of her laughter has faded, replaced by an unfathomable ailment tha...

The scene of her sisters death kept repeating in her dreams over and over again. Consumed by her grief, she follows her dreams instructions and soon realizes her true desires.

Thanatos, the god of dead, never stops. After he lost his best friend because of Thanatos, he met his friend again two months later. What it seems like a redemption is actually a long fight against Thanatos.

A writer who was afflicted with TGA and had obsession with writing and an enigmatic girl who worked at clubs for living---fell in love with each other. But as lovely as it was, the painful their love had become over time. But his condition didn't stop her from loving him, neither could reality as...

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.

“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...

Eros, the God of Life and Thanatos, the God of Death, are infamously known throughout the world. The people of Eros desire to live and create life in order to please their god and the people of Thanatos desire to die in order to please their own. That being said, Yakuto is stuck in the middle as ...

"Follow me into the night." "What is keeping you tethered to the light?" —Is this a novel? A poem? Who knows? For now, it's about two lovers, with one convincing the other, to go.....

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.

He was always one to be fascinated with death. Thoroughly seduced by the moments after life’s bittersweet kiss lingered into nothingness and slaughter’s tender embrace rushed forth to consume. He told me that there were two types of people: those ruled by the desire for life, and those rule...