(THE GATE OF TRUTH)               WITH the eeriness of the howling silence of the 1st other world brings, a stain of someone’s desire and dwelling into the forbidden spell and cast of sin is drawing an ominous voice that’s whispering around and beyond to where a gate is about to be open. From the 2nd another world by which thunder and deadly lightning is creating a perfect shape of a cursed night. A selfish want and a sin of greed are howling in a distance. Towards the fault of someone’s heart that’s lust is the eminent peculiarity it throws deep and sank everything into the bottom of the abyss. A whispering tone is enchanting the night as the 3rd other world is creating its gate.

           (SNOW WHITE)     WALKING along the quiet passageway going into the southern area and sports club and recreational buildings and spot of the Academy. Her footsteps echo along with her heeled black shoes, and wherein her every step is somehow a beating eerie and taunting presence of somewhat a disturbing ambiance of its empty walkway. With her careful steps and humming tone of a song and a beautiful voice, she picture-perfectly enjoys her lone time as she painted unto her mind the peace and serenity that the ray of the early morning sun crosses in every corner of the open pathway.      Glancing besides, her eyes are caught by the familiar gentle wind that somehow warns every one of the faults, good and inevitable tragedy of the day and what is about to come. She smiles stopping as she reaches her hand and gently closes it in return when a Sakura flower petal se

     (DEATH’S REQUIEM)       HALLOW, COLD AND EMPTY. Three words that describe the entire deserted place anyone could see and even stand in presence right now. Where its standing is ruined and tainted with blood, jealousy, and envy from that one night of murder and merciless destruction. Looking around and even turning ahead to see and face a corner, no one will ever recognize the once magnificent place as no one can describe the downfall of once prosperous, colorful, and full of life of a place, where power, status, and luxury once stands. The icicles that cover the entire palace and the stain of blood are dried inside of its shell-like ice. Together with the dead bodies that are perfectly laid and covered within its ice preserving their very image and purposely preserving their beauty for a lifetime. A vengeful heart roams, as she darkens and emotionless eyes mark the bloody howl to kill and end everyone

     (THE GOD’S DOLL)     “CONSENTES DII, JUNO, JUPITER.”     She speaks in a whispering tone, yet rather singing as the dreadful melody is playing unto her mind and syncing into the horror of her ice and blade.     “No!”     A scream echoes as a begging tone engulf the entire place. From the kingdom to whom she once adores and loves, yet is the very place and heart who betray and took everything away from her. She sings her satisfying havoc, as she painted the kingdom of the elemental waters and the Goddess Aquarius in flame and pool of crimson blood. From the people and royals who made her suffer from the same fate, yet more as she sentences them all and without mercy. She wears the crystal and known Philosopher’s stone that’s been collecting souls and blood from each kill and slay of her powerful and

           (POCKET WATCH)           QUIET, YET DEAFENING. The words that complement the void he is now walking into. Finding himself inside of the dreaming void where he is supposed to be not as he is someone who is not gifted to dwell and even be able to step afoot at. His expression dims as a slight irritation mark, yet an intriguing howl of mystery if claiming his heart and mind.            With a knocking trance of the eerily quiet place, he walks unto th