The illusions of a utopia you dream of, the wrongness of man. Does the god of almighty not constitute for the life of all?

The world was a vast and luxurious place; it could accommodate every and all beings who desired a place to call home. Always on schedule, the sun would rise and set. Predictability was man's greatest strength. Yet, time waits for no one.

God knew that mankind could ...

If only this world had shown her a little more mercy.

If and only if.

There was no reason to be crying over spilled milk. What was done is done. Unluck is unlucky. The gods had cursed her, so what use was there to keep crying and begging for her fate to be turned in her favour? It was the so-called "God's plan" as they had preached on the streets.

No matter how long and how intensely ...

It had been a while since Sol had seen the sun. Not in the "I'm grinding on Valorant can't spare my time" type of isolation, more like "I'm quite literally in captivity. In my own mind". If anything, it was ironic. But humour didn't allow him to see the sun again, it couldn't even mask the aching envy in his body. It was one of the only times he was partially glad he didn't own a wind...

The apocalypse wasn't as portrayed in the movies. There was no main character saving people left and right from their untimely demise. Mainly, it was isolation fermenting in the feelings of displacement.

It was a society governed by the public's own fear. There were no governments. There was no reason to trouble anyone with such pointless matters. What good would a government do in a wor...

"Spread the word! Come over, come celebrate my marriage!"

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Xinyan's marriage ceremony with her groom, Muchen. An elegant union of two souls of harmonious classes. A day of lively music, celebration, and attention. Music streams from guqins, dancers leap with grace as trails of ribbons follow them like shadows. The air was calm, food of all types waved through with the wind. A once ...

Mute, mute, and mute.

The only settings Ronan could look for by heart. The only setting that was default. On life, as well.

It wasn't a period of teenage rebellion — shutting down who and whatever came to bother him. Rather, it was a period that lasted from start to finish. It was never a sign of worry, for everybody around him imagined it were just a phase. But, when a phase has lasted this lo...

Oliver Lawrence wasn't an impulsive person. His decisions were rarely made without back-and-forth debate. His decisions were rarely made by himself, period. He was both blessed and cursed with being a brain-over-heart thinker. Sure, it took a couple hundred years to decide whether or not to do something, but he hardly regretted his choices.

Oliver Lawrence wasn't an impulsive person.

So why...

I don’t know when it happened. When I started experiencing more static towards him than I usually have. I can’t recall ever feeling so strogly about him in the past.

I saw a doctor the other day. She told me it was something psychosomatic and that it wasn’t in her field. My friends tell me it’s a “love sick symptom”, but what do they know?

I’ve had my share of girlfriends in the past, so I know w...