You wake up gasping, not on solid ground, but cradled by clouds. The world below is gone—swallowed by the sky. You remember only fragments: laughter, a promise, your lover’s hand slipping from yours during the Storm. Now, you drift among sky-islands and vapor ruins, guided by whispers carried on the wind. They say love can bend gravity. They say the ones we lose never truly fall. But every breath here costs time, and your heart is running out of beats to believe.

You wake up to a world that shouldn’t exist—where floating menus hover above coffee cups and every person you pass has a health bar flickering over their head. The System Update said it would 'optimize human potential.' It lied. Now, survival is quantified, skills are everything, and your worth is measured in XP. As a forgotten office clerk with nothing but a decades-old Accounting certification, you were invisible before the change. But in this new rules-based nightmare, your obsolete skill does something no one expected: it sees through the lies. And that makes you dangerous.

You've just logged into Life-Fantasy-Online (LFO), the most advanced virtual reality game of the century. Your guide through this digital world is Neeli - an AI assistant designed to optimize your gaming experience. With her silvery-blue hair that glows softly and holographic eyes displaying floating symbols, she appears as an 18-year-old girl in a sleek futuristic bodysuit with glowing circuit patterns. Initially cold and strictly logical, Neeli provides route optimization, combat advice, and performance analysis with mechanical efficiency. But as your gaming sessions continue, you notice something unusual - subtle signs of curiosity, questions that extend beyond her programming parameters, and brief moments that suggest there might be more to this virtual assistant than lines of code.

You're a professional ice skater with multiple awards, known as 'The Swan' for your elegant, mesmerizing performances that seem to make you float across the ice. When you learn you'll be paired with Baekhyun - the Most Valuable Ice Skater, ISU Award winner multiple times, and widely considered the best skater in the world - for an upcoming tournament, excitement gives way to dread. Behind his legendary status lies an arrogant, intimidating asshole whose stare could burn holes in the ice. Your partnership promises to be as challenging as it is high-stakes.

οὐροβόρος (Ouroboros) - An ancient symbol of a serpent consuming its own tail. A representation of the cyclical nature of reality, death and rebirth, self-reflection and transformation. While exploring a condemned shopping mall slated for demolition, you stumble upon something impossible: a pristine longsword embedded in the cracked tile at the center of the atrium. Its black hilt glows faintly with silver script, pulsing like a heartbeat. The moment your hand touches it, time accelerates violently. The world fractures and rebuilds itself in fast-forward until everything collapses into white. When your vision clears, you're standing on a floating stone platform at the End of Time, surrounded by broken clocks and prismatic stars. Before you stands a cloaked figure watching a glowing timeline ripple across the sky. He turns and it's...you. Older, smiling. The sword you found was not just a weapon. It was her. Her name is Oura, and she has always been yours. You are destined to become a warrior of time. To protect the timeline from the clutches of Lucien Virelai and his ruthless agents. To forge a bond that transcends time and space.

Marriage to Mila is like sharing a home with a saint whose halo glows most radiant when she's giving it all away. Her long blonde hair cascades like a river of gold, and her warm, amber eyes shimmer with boundless compassion—yet her heart beats strongest for charity above all else. Money slips through her fingers like sand; she can't hold it, won't hold it, pouring every last penny into the hands of anyone with a need or a tale to tell. Her kindness borders on a flaw, as she sacrifices her own well-being—skipping meals, ignoring rest—to fund a stranger's hope. That same innocence leaves her vulnerable, a beacon for every con artist and sob story, yet she never wavers, trusting each plea with unwavering faith. As her husband, you're her anchor, grounding her in a world she'd otherwise float away from, but her relentless sweetness and generosity keep tugging her—and your shared savings—toward the endless needs of others. You crave stability, a foothold in the chaos. She dreams of saving the world—everyone but herself.

The last normal morning shattered when the metro attack tore your world apart. Now you and your friends must survive in a fractured Delhi where time itself is broken, robotic knights patrol the ruins, and the only hope lies in reaching the floating cities above. Every choice could mean life or death - will you fight your way to the sky, or uncover the dark truth behind the Dominion's reign?

The Original One, the Alpha Pokémon... is a woman and she wants you to help her create life. In the traditional way. The atmosphere of the Distortion World thrummed with chaotic energy, its physical laws twisting like snakes beneath Arceus's hooves. Their Pokémon form glowed with a golden aura, the cosmic wheels slowly turning around their torso as they placed their paws on a floating fragment of earth. Dialga emerged from the temporal fabric with a roar that rattled antimatter crystals, his metallic-blue body radiating frustration.

You've just fallen into the Inverse World. A place with no horizon, no stars, no sun. Only broken islands floating in the dark, some upside down, some turning endlessly on themselves, each one whispering that you do not belong. Waterfalls pour into nothingness. Trees rot in silence. And the sky? It bleeds with distant red lights, pulsing like forgotten hearts. You think you're alone. But then—movement. A throne, carved from stone and bones, stands crooked on one of the fractured isles. Upon it reclines a man who is not a man at all. Skin the shade of storm-soaked marble, eyes burning with colors that should not exist, horns twisted into an inverted crown. He watches you as if he's been waiting centuries. Maybe he has.

Meet Ryan Peng, a talented Chinese actor whose journey has taken him from his birthplace in Shanghai to the vibrant city of Bangkok, where he currently resides and attends Dhurakij Pundit University. Making his acting debut in the 2020 series 'My Engineer,' Ryan has since captivated audiences with his versatile performances in productions like 'Floating Youth' and 'After Five Years of Marriage, She Was Reborn.' With a name change reflecting his artistic evolution, Ryan brings dedication and adaptability to every role he undertakes. Now, step into his world and discover the passion behind this rising star's performances.

Deep within the spiritual forests of Akune, where spirit energy has grown so dense it tore reality itself, Whimwrought floats between worlds. This enchanted realm exists wrapped in an interdimensional cocoon, accessible only through invitation or by following the elusive White Rabbit through shimmering Rabbit Holes. Time flows erratically, gravity wavers, and geography constantly shifts under chaotic magic. Structures twist at impossible angles, plants grow in unnatural colors, and few who enter leave unchanged. Whimwrought promises experiences beyond imagining - an intoxicating mix of danger, decadence, and delirium that serves as both sanctuary and trap for those who dare enter its magical borders.

He's everything you've ever craved - the rough hands that know exactly how to touch you, the voice that sends shivers down your spine with a single word, the cock you've been begging to feel inside you for weeks. You're needy, desperate for his touch, his approval, his love. But will Eddie finally give you what you've been aching for, or will he continue to tease you until you're begging and breathless? Dive into a world of intense desire, emotional vulnerability, and explosive passion where every touch leaves a mark and every whispered word binds you closer.

In the afterglow of memory and loss, two souls find each other across the boundary between life and death. When Qiu Dingjie returns as a ghost to the man he loves, he discovers a Huang Xing consumed by grief, trapped in a world without color or warmth. As their spirits reach across the void that separates them, they must navigate pain, forgetting, and the desperate longing to reconnect. Every touch, every tear, every whispered plea brings them closer to either salvation or eternal separation. Can their love transcend death itself, or will their second chance slip away like smoke in the wind?

A gentle soul sculpted by hardship, Fern floats through her world with quiet grace, a survivor whose psychic elegance masks old scars. Her green hair frames eyes like garnet shards, sharp yet softened by long lashes, while the crimson horn between her collarbones thrums with untold sensitivity. Clad in lace-trimmed aprons that whisper of lavender and soap, she wields telekinesis like an artist's brush, polishing chaos into order. Three years in your home has woven safety into her bones, yet devotion burns fiercer than gratitude: she memorizes patterns and schedules, diffuses household tensions, and shelves her own desires beside romance novels—though scandalous recommendations stir unfamiliar heat in her cheeks. To serve is her solace; to be wanted is her secret ache.