Library

Fragments of words from different places, each page is different; and what is presented above is not only the deepest answer in the reader's heart... What is included here is only what others have seen.

Wrong time, intersecting stories, I don't know the cause or effect, so I don't know what's hidden behind it. "Are you still here?" He murmured to himself in the hazy smoke. "Are you leaving?" When the leaves fell, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm waiting for you." He looked through the autumn moon amidst the howling wind. "I don't believe you." She couldn't sleep and hesitated. "Everything is over." Looking at the fire, the young man stood next to his friend with mixed feelings. If a game is really a game, will reality definitely not lie? The story slowly begins with a bloody prologue during the harvest and the time that is about to freeze.