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An old man flirts with a young girl.

These trapped, starlit tears sparkle delicately upon tendrils of spider webs clinging onto dusty and shelved memories.

What is holy but to consume that of the divine?

Ode to the color that is my heart.

What Poison has to hide, I shall never know.

Beware the ones who creep and crawl on hands and knees.

The stories of a bloodthirsty goddess, a possessed girl, and an outcast boy combine in an ancient-modern tale of hatred, friendship, and new love.

How lucky I am to be alive!

There is a beast that lives deep in a cave...

The journey of self-discovery is a long one...