My Ballad

The autumn wind blows a soft lullaby as the ruffle of the trees’ dying leaves pay homage to the color of the season. Together with the cold breeze came the hymn of a young ballad that sung with the season’s call. The innocent tune resounded through the stone paths and old foliage, leading to the…

Beloved Portrait of Hers

This is the first story we’ve ever made. Like, 3-4 years ago. It feels nice to see how far we have gotten past this point)

Violas Chapter 1

Prologue They came to this world like rain from the heavens. With the streaks of flames and deafening explosions to herald their arrival, they descended to the land with the anthem of war. Warriors from a different world, they were creatures armed with weapons of conquer and ruin. In their wake, they bestowed upon the…

Evensong