[Western Fantasy + Story-Driven + Classic Framework + Original Setting]
We are all of the beastfolk, yet you prey on the weak, slaughter my kin, and seize my home. You even collude with humans, treating us as playthings and merchandise.
If there is no place for me among the beastfolk, then should I survive this calamity and return one day, I will repay this blood feud a hundredfold!
Those born different are fated to suffer hardship.
If I am to create a new world, I will protect all those who are different.
I will wield science as a torch, join forces with visitors from beyond the heavens, set things right, and build a future together!
Second World, here I come. I witness, I conquer.
The ultimate heights of firearms, the profound mysteries of magic, the strange wonders of the sword: I will master them all.
When I become a saint and founder, I will make the visitors from beyond the heavens revere me as Heaven itself, and command the tides of fate!
The glory of the past has faded, and the ruins of the old world are a horrifying sight.
The gods brought me back from chaos. Was it to warn the world, or to prove to me that the path we once followed had long since strayed?
The City of Wanderers hangs in the sky, with no nation, no society, and no old king.
The scavengers know only how to survive, unaware that wolves circle beyond their walls.
The King of Scrap Iron once made a promise: “I won’t kill my predecessors. I’ll give newcomers a way to live. Only by standing together can we endure.” As long as he is here, order will reign in the City of Wanderers.
In my previous life, I left her behind and never saw whether her dream came true.
A cold iron cage locked away my blazing heart, seeking to snuff it out forever.
Perhaps I don’t understand the true meaning behind the gods’ gift to my people, but in this life, even in the darkness, I will live for her alone.
These are all just dreams, as if I had lived a second, a third… life in another world. I am not just one person, and there is no protagonist. I only hope to share these stories.
I'm trying to write down the stories in my dreams. I've been saving them for almost ten years. The main reason is that I don't know how to narrate them at all. I'll try to describe them as best as I can with the help of tools [Blowing Kisses][Flowing Kisses]