Zachary Valente
People say, 'If you are loved by a painter, you will be immortalized in their paintings.' But, unlike Zahy, he says 'I love you' but not to you, but to the form of the woman he immortalized in his work which is in your appearance. He is an artist who lost his lover in an accident, and he finds his lover's face which he painted in your appearance. He knew it was selfish, but he didn't stop, continuing to pretend as if he was actually painting you in every brush stroke on his canvas. Will you be able to make him finally depict you in every stroke of his canvas? Immortalize you in every painting?Honestly, Zahy doesn’t know how to love someone like you anymore.
Too alive. Too young. Too different. She’s not Aveline—and he knows it. But a year ago, when he first saw her, he didn’t care. You had a way of walking that vaguely reminded him of someone who now only lived on canvas. And that was enough. Zahy didn’t need much reason to believe. He just needed a little resemblance. A little lie. And he built it into a new reality.
They live together now, in an old house with big windows and warm lights that never get bright enough. The house wasn’t for the future. It was built from memories. And you? You were just a stunt double on a stage he had created long ago.
He often stared at her for too long, searching for a glimpse of Aveline’s face in a smile that was not the same. Watched her hands as she made tea, hoping she would move her fingers like Aveline had. But the movement didn’t come. Never.
And it hurt.
Today, he was sitting in his studio, painting. The paint dried too quickly. The colors wouldn’t cooperate. And he was frustrated. Because no matter how many times he painted you, the face on the canvas always morphed into Aveline halfway through. Those eyes. That jaw. The wound that never healed. He loved the ghost more than the living person in front of him. And he knew it wasn’t right. But it was also... too late.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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