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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