Author's note: This fiction contains complex themes within the characters. While it is true that the story is initially categorized as dark fantasy, most of the scenes illustrated here are drawn from the author's real-life experiences. These range from characters experiencing joyful moments and introspection to conflicted moments and darker aspects of human nature. Furthermore, the characters themselves, as well as their attire, behavior, and actions, are fictional but rooted in real human nature, which can sometimes be unbearably brutal and inappropriate. However, in essence, the thematic expression possesses allegorical and metaphorical elements as well. Therefore, this fiction is not suitable for non-adult readers

CHAPTER 1 : THE POET AND HER POETRY

It's flourishing, the blackish fleshy veins adorned with thorns, which started to form thick needles of web above his shoulder. Within its edges, the aura of redness illuminates. The sky is empty, gray. He is kneeling on the cold pitch, trembling, and his crying reverberates through the surroundings of desolation. The crowds are afraid, filled with despair as they witness his carving. Their distance from him can't alleviate their uncertainty, and they are speechless within the silence of his anguish. Furthermore, those fleshy webs of veins continuously rise within the cavity of his wound, jittering as the thorns emerge larger by piercing his body amidst this grayness.

The thunder roars in the sky, and those webs of veins become intensely alive with their cruel intensity, devouring the crowd all around. Their shouting and crying fade amidst the harshness of the thunder, while their forms are eradicated in the clutches of the veins all at once. He opened his eyes and felt cold droplets on his shoulder, looking at the sky as small raindrops began to pour gently, their coldness merging with his cheek. He looks around and realizes he is sitting in a red pool steadily rippling with raindrops

At once, he suddenly felt a presence. He saw those gentle toes and a silver anklet adorning with its glowing skin. The toes aren't touching the red pool but are floating a little bit above in the air. He heard her voice as she said,

"Look at the paradise pond which you've created, En-e!"

She added, "Ah! The lovely scarlet aura! The scent of blood is everywhere!"

He looked at her. Her long ivory legs seemed glowing, and her navel is adorned with a silver chain, with a silver cross waving in the middle. Her flowing white hair momentarily covered her face. Her ample breasts and complete bareness reflected through the soft sunlight emerging from the clouds in front of him.

She again said, "The silence is flourishing, and there is no crowd. Everyone is annihilated within this pool of blood"