I used to feel so simple and free When you remained so close to me You've now left me with memories Memories that's turned into reveries * * * * * * * When Wolf meets her lover after about ten years of otherworldly separation, she does not seem quite surprised to find herself telling each and every one of the stories of their adventures together all over again, to recover precious old memories of gold and hemlock that had been hopelessly forgotten within just fleeting moments when something rather unfortunate had happened earlier. Now, the only question both these lovers have, deep down within each of their own souls, is that is it really possible for those lost reveries to be recovered from just storytelling? Yes, it's absolutely possible...

A young boy sets out to become the best, meets the best but has prematurely found the best. He becomes someone else on a journey that does not quite seem like the best possible outcome for him. Decisions Decisions Decisions. The Andersons are a close-knit family torn apart by life. They need to pass through life by the grit of their teeth.

The world is brought to ruins with the sudden emergence of supernatural beings and trials to destroy humanity as a whole, for their corrupted pleasure. Luna, a normal high school girl with a peculiar past, strives to survive in the harsh reality as a mysterious voice and memories of a war unknown guide her. Through the sorrows she faces and faced with the bitter truth about her parents, she aims to end these trials plaguing humanity and find clues about the voice. *** "The only hope eh?" muttered a woman with short white hair, as she sat leaning against a wall painted with blood. The lance sticking through her stood tall and proud. It irritated her. She looked at her broken arm and then at the piles of corpses of short green creatures with pointy ears and noses. She chuckled at the irony. She was told she was the only hope and yet here she was, dying to a mere thousand goblins. Her ears perked as she heard footsteps. Through the musty tunnel across her came a hooded man. He was tall, and had a long beard, the only part of his face she could see. He had bandages wrapped around his hands and was covered in piles of cloth armor. He had a large bow in his hand, but he didn't have an arrow in sight. She once again chuckled at the appearance of the strange man as her painful grunts grew quieter and quieter and to silence.