Bits

The single truth hidden behind the veil of madness

The story of a man who could not stop the race to ruin due to a momentary mistake

A perfect crime, a chilling judgment

The birth of a predator, a record of those 3 days

Everyone just wanted to survive

A utopia built by stealing the future, cruel truth and belated regret blooming within it

I wanted to live here, in this present, somehow.

A growth narrative written with a cold head and a warm heart

How much of a human is a human?

You're doing a good thing for the world.

Humans are merely survival machines programmed to carry out the genes' desire for replication.

The past, present, and future met in the final stage of sleep

What would happen if we could control our dreams or go to the past through them?

Twelve lectures that lead you to an adventure of thought, a forest of intelligence, and a world off the map.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.

All problems in life stem from interpersonal relationships

A story we need right now, overturning all existing fables

Don't worry even if you feel like you're going to be depressed. You might just be hungry.

Anyway, everyone agrees

I must go to that house

The story of a man and a woman who had to walk through the day without the sun

There is no yellow in morning glories, right?

Asking the weight of the cross

I am not the only human in this world. Then what value does my existence have?

Are you the perpetrator or the victim behind the wheel?

Et tu, Brute?

Looks like a geometry problem, but is actually a function problem

A brilliant tragedy created by devoted love

The weight of lies and human nature

It seems it's going to be a long after-school

The echo of resentment that rang from a deserted island

From misconception to truth

Why did they reach death?

How weak and dangerous can the human heart be?

A game with no winners

From manipulated motives to pure malice

The collapse of the boundary between reality and fiction

It doesn't matter what blood flows in me. What matters is what fate was given to me.