SFACG catalogue
Books by 蓝原信长
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- I Was Thrown in the Detention Center and Met My Little Sister, the Guard 被抓进看守所的我遇到妹妹看守 A moving, classic little story about two sisters reuniting after more than a decade apart (seriously) “It is now New Year's Eve, January 31, 2022, Beijing time. Everyone across the country is clearing out their shopping carts, and I'm the only one still stuck here.” “Stop complaining. If you hadn't made such a huge push at the end of the year to help us hit our targets, I wouldn't be stuck working overtime and eating a reunion dinner for two with you.” “What’s the matter? You’re so reluctant to 0Tickets19.8kClicks159Favorites
- Thanatos of the Sea of Despair 绝望之海的塔纳托斯 "Awaken to the Abyss's tolling bell. The Chosen shall descend to deliver judgment in the flesh." Adrift in a sea of despair, you too are one of the living sacrifices. This is a slaughterous feast with no killers, where despair is the food used to nourish the Abyss. Sleep, and surrender to a fate where others may butcher you at will. Awaken, and become Thanatos, arbiter of death. The Abyss's game begins now. 0Tickets7.4kClicks123Favorites
- Neptune's Bedtime Stories 海王星的睡前故事 Watching her sleeping face She’ll turn and gaze into the distance Beneath the night breeze drifting past the window lattice Her figure has vanished from sight 0Tickets7.4kClicks184Favorites
- BlueBerryBomb Perhaps the shadow of a sigh will appear at the corner of the protagonist's lips because the happy summer has already passed because the radiance of summer has already faded The cheerful theme of a fairy tale will never be mixed with the breath of pain 0Tickets3.9kClicks54Favorites
- Chronicles of the Wasteland 荒芜记事 Absurdity, nonsense, desolation, barrenness Before we begin, there is something I want you to know: I am an artist. I don't want to use something as cowardly and distorted as words to present anything. This notebook's existence is more symbolic than practical. I can write down some shallow and worthless thoughts. This world does not need artists, yet it keeps giving birth to them. People need to worship something intangible, to preserve their humility and nobility. And I am the ashes beneath the 0Tickets980Clicks21Favorites
