A Flowing Feast

Hurry, the prophecies need to be delivered—before they come to fruition.

Deny involvement all you like, you're still in the thick of it.

Ever try telling a curious creature not to knock your cup off the table?

At any given time, somewhere, somehow, someone is dreaming.

It burns so bright that its radiance evaporates everything—including your ego.

Open only to those who haunt the hidden edges of night.

Yes, it's your turn now.

Some say history turns in an endless loop.

Didn't you hear the rule? "No more talk of fate." ... Oh, I just broke it, didn't I?

No remedy exists to cure this mania—not even the warmth of a dreamy summer afternoon.

From the silent kingdom of the dead, a sliver of light escapes.

Restricted area—authorized access only.

Bloodstains never wash off.

Horror! Gore! A play where both the actors and the audience pass out by the end—that's what makes a truly great performance!

The "path of fate" seems like nothing more than fiction to those who cannot stand upon it.

Paris is a dream unto itself, and that dream is ending.

You will always have a place in my heart, ma chère amie.

We might just get what we wished for beneath its veil.

You are the protagonist, the star, the hero! Trust me, no one can resist the spotlight.

Sharing secrets is how conspiracies form.