"He came from the depths of a distant darkness, turning time into the aurora. He shone so brightly, as if he had gathered all the light in the world and held it within himself."
The day after I met him, I started drawing a story.
It's a clichéd story, one where you read the beginning and guess the ending wrong.
Back then, we barely knew each other.
Back then, I hadn't yet managed to give up many of my old habits.
Back then, this comic had just started running, and even I had no idea where the plot would go.
The story I drew is called Gathering Light.
It's a story about a comic artist and his editor. It's danmei.
Saying that doesn't really help.
Just read it.
Haha, come and see