Under the moon on Karnak
5 de April de 2026
Tonight I want to take you back to Egypt during the 18th Dynasty, when the Nile still sang with its own voice and the
Tonight I want to take you back to Egypt during the 18th Dynasty, when the Nile still sang with its own voice and the
Dear reader who gets lost in my nights. Sometimes you wake up with the taste still clinging to your tongue and you know it
Moonlight slipped through the carved wooden lattice, painting silver stripes across the tatami. Mitsuki had arrived at the ryokan at dusk, fleeing the clamor
The city floated among violet vapor clouds, held aloft by columns of black crystal that sang whenever the wind brushed them. Year 2147, somewhere
Yesterday I came home while it was still daylight. I honestly can’t remember the last time that happened (once the years start adding up,
Last night I couldn’t sleep. The house was silent—only the distant murmur of a city that never quite shuts off—and there I was, lying
Hello, dears! Today I feel like chatting as if we were tucked into a cozy corner, under soft light, with a glass of red
Inspiration has a mind of its own. It can strike while you’re washing dishes, in a dull conversation—or, like what happened to me today,