(THE TAROTS)           “THE TAROTS.”           Emie pointed out in some kind of a rhetorical quotation from her voice and hiding tone of asking the question towards the idea, and the thing Alliah suddenly set out for her to give the complete information of. With the living encyclopedia, they tag her ingenious mind for everything that revolves around the world beyond the boundary of what an ordinary human knew. She welcomes Alliah to her mansion as she led her to her library and towards the secret door where the grand library that she owns is just a façade for the real one. Where a spell and restriction are set to protect and seal everything in security.            “Why?”           She asks behind the impendi

           (GALLERY OF WOES)           WITHOUT blinking an eye as she stands near and observing her Mistress. The innocent-looking doll face little girl is in her silence as she holds a clear and big jar within her arms with an ominous smoke like incandescent fog swirling inside and illuminating in a light green neon-colored light.            With her Mistress, her treated mother, her master, and her very creator concocting the perfect doll. She observes and carefully taking everything at mind and heart, as her Mistress puts a drop of her blood and a shard of her heart and soul in a form of a crystal flower, it says in a whisper.            “With your blood and shard of your very being, she will be the half of you, yet not. Your life is bind, but will never cross un

           (CIRCUS AFFAIR)     LOVE. The word has multiple meanings. A word interpreted by many in different ways and different forms. The word that no one could take for granted is a word that defies everything of the good and even rooted the evil inside a person’s heart. An emotion that can stir anyone’s existence and even change one’s fate by a simple wavering thought and feeling that could turn a world around in the least they expect to be. A wonderful thing, a powerful expression, and a genuine one that can change one’s evil heart into good, but can cruelly taint a pure Yang by the blood of the Ying.      Now as this emotion and very name that this bottomless feeling drags everyone with and within it, it is knocking the warning and wants of the deadly sin for it is the root no one could take away from anyone. A curse and a blessing, that if

     (LOVER’S BOOK)     “WOULD you believe me, if I tell you that you once care for someone more than anything and upon this dark and twisted fate, we all have, Valerie?”     Thoughts that’s running wild and repeating inside Valerie’s mind, from the taunting and seems like hunting words and hidden meaning Gwen told her. From the moment and day, they are called and given the mission to carry from their supreme commander, general, and Mistress they are serving. Gwen’s words hit her as her heart somewhat wavered in response, as it should not be, as she should not feel it. For being the commandment of love, that every emotion is the taboo and rule she should not dwell into as a warrior of Yang and to fulfill her purpose for this loop and very world to end to where it all should be.      Yet, she is

      (CURSED MEMORIES)               “I MISS YOU,”           Ringing a faint whisper that the wind somewhat delivers gently and crossing upon his way. Yet, he is too drawn from a thing and two and too deep to recognize or even hear. He stares blankly at the vast blue sky into the third floor of the west side building of the academy and from his seat that crosses and near towards the glass window.            With his distinct eye color that dims into its hue and even deeper like marking a thought he deliberately wanted to convey but could not. The sound of the rustling twigs of the Sakura tree buzzes yet is too fainted for him to hear. His attention is drawn towards the flowers that the wind breezes of its branches and took into a swirling pattern and way down to th