When you fold a piece of paper, you're essentially changing the memory of that piece Under the dim light of my desk lamp, I took the square piece of fuchsia paper and laid it on the table. Flipping it over to the reverse blank side, I fished out a pen from the depths of my pencil case. Pen between my fingers, I contemplated writing what I really wanted to relay. My true thoughts. These meaningless feelings. Inhaling deeply, my hand quivered as I tried to control the strokes on the thin sheet of paper. "Please forget about this." I wrote, in minute handwriting. I then started to fold the paper up with my clumsy fingers. Over the reverse side I made a crease, over the inverse side I made a crease. I folded a corner, turned a flap inside out. I smoothed out the paper on the table, and finally dared to take a peek at what I had created. The end product I received was a horribly disfigured cherry blossom. Imperfect, ruined and ugly. Just like my imperfect, ruined, and ugly soul. -Cover background by Avwyn from Deviantart, all credit goes to the artist- -Cover edited by me-

"Shirayuki," he mumbled to himself. "That's a beautiful name." I could only look at him as he contemplated, his sake cup in font of him untouched. The snow outside had turned into a blizzard, the howls of the unforgiving wind blaring, clattering against the terracotta roof. The chill pierced through the wood-and-paper walls, but he seemed indifferent, his gaze still focused on the snow through the wooden shutters. "Thank you," I replied nervously. He finally brought the cup to his lips, and sipped in silence. "Sometimes," he said, his eyes getting slightly hazy, "I wonder how things could come down to this." "Didn't you yourself tell me not to question His Majesty?" I said, giggling. "Indeed I did," he chuckled, smiling at me, "But sometimes you can't just help but wonder." After a short silence, he spoke again. "What about you?" he asked me, "What do you think of all this?" "In my time with you, I have only come to understand so much," I replied, "So I don't really know." He seemed satisfied with my answer, and fell back to watching the snow through the window. I lied. I had lied straight through my teeth. Indeed, I do understand. In an empire of lies, there is no virtue. In a nation of delusions, there is no rationality. -cover edited by me-

"I've known you since a very long time ago.. But now, now that the times has changed, who are we?" A story that had started during a fairly young age and still continues to this day. ---- Introducing a new cellphone novel to the western world!