I remain, the one that perceives. 
The Witness. 

Walking under the blood crescent solstice, my feet not touching what remains beneath it; the charred remains of the world.

An endless graveyard, where lies erect the surviving gravestones nestled within the debris of their brethren.

Burdened, or perhaps blessed, with the most irrelevant task of perceiving the souls; their Journals.

The Fallen. All at my chosen whim.

I am The Fallen.

And you are welcome to my library of the ones gone. 







"Hello. 

My pen-name is The Fallen and/or Doctor Devil.
I am a 1st year medical student. I usually write as a hobby and an outlet of my imagination. 

I'd written some stories years ago but never could bring myself up to share them whether it be due to time or basically being an introvert.
But now I think they deserved a platform all those times ago. So I'm here.

I am not active per se. But I have completed works (I have find them and edit before I publish here) and I will be adding them when I find it fit for me and my schedule.

Hope you stick around. Thank you."