When does a hole stop being a hole, and what happens when you learn you're not alone?

En vete a saber donde, existe un pequeño circo de títeres. Rob, es el nuevo añadido al catálogo, un pequeño títere que ha llegado completamente nuevo al circo. Sin tener idea de como funciona nada de ello, y con un jefe bastante malhumorado, tratará de ser el mejor actor del circo! porque no le ...

A short story spin-off from "Into the Night" by YOASOBI and "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. A story about sleep paralysis and the manifestation of someone who doesn't follow the gods.

In the realm of Eros, is life in paradise?

Every night, he goes to bed with her at his side, afraid of losing her the next morning because, even in his dreams, he feels like she is slowly leaving him behind.

"There's no death without life, nor life without death." It was her favorite phrase. She was undoubtedly right, but for a long time I've felt so empty that I no longer know if I'm alive or dead. “My love, you're ruled by Eros." My wife used to say to me frequently. Thanatos, Eros or whoever, n...

On the very outskirts of the town, there is an old and tall building. It is high enough that it reaches the sky itself. At the very top, there is an apartment. It has been years since anyone has gone in or out. It has become a subject of legends and rumors among the residents. Just what or wh...

The hero and the queen of demons: good and evil, life and death, peace and war. It has always been like this for humans, demons, adventure companions, rivals... everyone has always taken their role for granted. The war is underway and their decisive challenge is around the corner, everyone is ea...

The story revolves around an artist named Elias, depicting his life in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the town, and the evolution of his art. Elias's imaginative flair and the enchanting touch of his brush bring forth creations that infuse the town with an air of mystery and curiosity. A my...

You think about it all the time—with impunity. You say it all the time—just as a reminder. It comes out soft like silk, an eternal sigh of sympathy passing your lips. “I wish you were dead.”