What if we encountered the aliens but accidentally killed them already? What if the future us are the pets of cats? What confusion we may bring to aliens with our stagnant and old psycho-sociological patterns? What if I die and you bury me with my string lights?! Well then, time to read about and find out.

People in my stories are facing some difficulties and I prevent the magic in their grasp from being useful to overcome them! Mwehehe. High fantasy ones are set in Erthion world, and low-fantasy are majorly Earth-like. Enjoy~

Sometimes it hurts so much I write a poem to treat it. Sometimes I cannot shout out loud, and I write a poem instead. Sometimes, I get exhilaratedly happy, and guess what I do then? Right, I write a poem. What if I share these words with you, and you related, and something within you is finally said and released and takes the shape? Well, if that's the case, you're welcome and I love you.

There is a possibility that if you read one of really really old works of mine and then read the fresh-out, you would be able to spot the progress! That's why this section exists 😂 what if you'd want to pat me on my head and tell me that I've gone a long way and done a good job?