He had irises so sharp and blue that the entire ocean itself could have been congested in them. He had a mind which was concerned with everything and anything that was supposed to bestow upon him wings of freedom. "He is a loaded shell of empty promises I keep trying to seize." She had eyes...

"What is fate? Three choices: a curse, a blessing, or anything that is prescribed by you." What if on a simple repeated day of gaming and watching anime, a girl clad in chaste white clothes with skin more supple and softer than cotton and a dazzling halo embellishing her cute features, raises ...

All 'round me casts a shade of blue, but where, where is the aroma of the mystic bells?