Blasphemy: The Chapter of the End and the Beginning

I can talk to the sparrow perched on the steps, because loneliness can make people imagine things.

I know every rainfall carries so many unspoken meanings. Those without umbrellas have every reason to grieve. How much suffering must we endure before we can live in this world in peace?

The bird that flew away had no answers. Perhaps it felt neither joy nor sorrow.

The wind is a colorless river. The final sunset will fade away amid the tides.

When the funeral bells toll for the fall of the gods, they will also sound the prelude to their rebirth.

This is my story of deicide, and of saving the world.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.