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Read moreHi, it's been a long while, fellow readers! Time to blog again in so long! You may find it uncalled for, but I feel the need to dust off this rather old bit of archive after quite many years of silence. I'm going to clarify the current situation with...
Read moreAs promised, I am back at my writing machine in 2017 to continue writing Dystopian Symphony! Let me take you back to May 20th, 2012 when spring was in the air. It has been remaining until now as a very important day of my life, which defines the person...
Read moreGreetings from outer space, I gladly admit that the series has been kind of stuck, kind of on hiatus across the space time continuum for several months as I am speaking now although I have not shipped out quite yet: due to me writing multiple stories...
Read moreGeminorum 1st, Year 55 – Odyssea " O Father, what should be done to end these days of misery?"A heady scent of freshly burned incense floated in the air. A young nun dressed in a wide silver tunic knelt upon a fluffy carpet, hands joined in prayer: "...
Read moreMay 21st, 2055: Dusk wrapped the camp in a vivid twilight that tainted the sky in purple and red. Refugees were gathered around a bonfire to keep their skeletal frames warm for the long night to come. Done in, Shinichiro let out a noisy yawn and switched...
Read moreGeminorum 1st, Year 55 - Odyssea In the depths of Odyssea a few hours after the meeting, bundled inside her Sanctuary the Priestess looked with stupefaction at the compass between her hands, giggling and glowing in the curve of her palm like the bells...
Read moreTauri 31st, Year 55 - Black Sun Only a name: Isha. Maybe hers. She was bothered by the fleet of ladies in waiting and servants who gravitated around her, annoyed by their obsequious attention. Some brushed her hair meticulously; others adjusted her dress...
Read moreMay 20th, 2055: - Why only me? Emotionless in appearance, Alys cried from inside. Between her hands glowed a silver pendulum suspended at a tiny chain. She focused her attention on the Oriental rug that decorated the living room to avoid Hitori’s concerned...
Read moreHi all, Seira's online for a short update about the continuation of the series! I'm sorry for appearing and disappearing once in a while, I have been busy on many different levels the past few months - including my studies in college and my first comic...
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