Temple of Lights · II The light of hundreds of candles gathered together, filling the entire long table with a warm, bright glow. Lifting the brass lids revealed their dinner. There were two kinds of dishes, a fruit salad and vegetable salad. In front of each person was a glass filled with juice of some... Continue Reading →

Temple of Lights · I The light around them suddenly shifted. Yu Feichen looked up. A round moon hung low in the oppressive sky. In front of it stood a brightly lit square building, its outline sharp and clear. And he was standing on a long white stairway leading upward. The steps had sharp but not... Continue Reading →

At Creation · IV The Painter said that when a person suddenly arrives in Paradise from the world they came from, the first things they feel are overwhelming unreality and unease. Although admitting one’s own confusion and unease is difficult, the Painter wasn’t wrong.Back then, he’d looked into the distance at the vast, snow‑white tower... Continue Reading →

At Creation · III After he answered, the Gatekeeper did not speak for a long time. Yu Feichen turned back. In that dim, pale glow, he saw Claros in his black robe staring straight at him. The hood obscured the upper half of the Gatekeeper’s face; Yu Feichen could not see his eyes. Yet intuition... Continue Reading →

At Creation · II Yu Feichen turned around—and far behind him stood a colossal, pitch‑black gate reaching infinitely into the sky. Darkness spread in all directions, and this gate seemed to merge seamlessly with the endless night, stretching forth from immeasurable distance. Twisting over its surface were layers of deep gray‑violet totems, overlapping endlessly—forms both... Continue Reading →

Smiling Gas · End This was a border town belonging to Sasha—not prosperous, but untouched by war, peaceful and quietly content. Yu Feichen was an unfamiliar face. His appearance drew attention, though his clothes were dusty from travel, and people noticed him the moment he entered the town. Fortunately, he was with a pitiful looking... Continue Reading →

Smiling Gas · 21 When the sky began to pale, the fire which had been burning through the entire night, finally began to die down. As the temperature inside the truck slowly dropped, Yu Feichen felt a faint pressure on his shoulder—Anfield, asleep, had unconsciously leaned against him. His soft, lightly wavy hair fell with... Continue Reading →