Sometimes, I'm just in the mood for some crying—under the soft, sprinkling noises of the rain—washing away my fake sorrow—replacing it with the emptiness of the heart—the soul—the mind . . . In that emptiness, I wonder: why does the thunderous storm sound so beautiful?
'The past should remain in the past. What do you think?' In the world of magic and technology, a lady found herself in an abandoned aircraft. She remembered nothing except her former humanity. With the body of an Arachna and the mind of a human, she was forced to...
"Life is a piece of paper... small and meaningless, but, with time and effort, our action would stretch that paper into a long, line of string... and that string would contain each and every moment of our life... rich, and meaningful." -Soletris
Don't worry. It's just a phase. Now he stalks someone else other than me.