There were seven of them. Now, an eighth has come.
Will you leave me if I told you my heart is turning black? I curse and despair. Even if that happens, I promise to leave a miracle behind.
[Part of a series called Collector] A man was standing in the middle of an alley way, back towards me. Fog was surrounding him as if it were their duty to shroud him in mystery. He looked back at me. I blinked and there was no one there. I turned, and I saw snow gently … Continue reading Vanished Truth|Lumahong Katotohanan