Many things in this world are exaggerated because they haven't been comprehended. People are afraid of what they do not know and what they cannot understand. Their knowledge are feeble like the feet of a young toddler, shaky and unstable. When one comprehends the truth behind most things of this world, they would be seen as what they are—weak. The world seems as it is to the feeble perception of people, interpreted as they perceive it.Cassio stood in the boundless space, pondering over all he heard from the Artificial Abyss and what he had seen of the solar system. He wondered how mysterious the world was and how boundless it spread like draperies across lines. The planets have never been spherical as people saw it. What they saw was an illusion as they had not seen the truth of the world. He was able to see irregular shapes of the planets because he saw the truth of the world—the truth that planets were grotesque, without shapes or description.Who is this Omnipotent Dharma that set

Who or what truly is a Sefirah? Who truly is a Godfather? These are the questions I ask myself anytime I find myself moving through stories, doing deeds that please the readers. These questions shouldn't bother only me but the readers as well as I have found the answer for them all. It's just that...just that I find it hard to accept. It's difficult to accept them all.A Sefirah is any being chosen to represent a particular Godfather, bearing an attribute of that Godfather. Sefirot serve as vessels and spokespeople for Godfathers, carrying their essences and wills.Hehe, simple huh? Well, in course of my travelling across Surreal Halls and fending off Eidolons[1] by myself, I've understood a great deal about myself but I'm not willing to accept this. At least not yet! Sefirot are not just representatives! That was a lie told by the Godfathers or They had no reason to tell us the truth and fed us what we needed to hear. A Sefirah is actually the physical...Well, I'll save this answer s

Cassio stayed in the kitchen for several minutes to fry the pig nose which he had cut to proportionate sizes.Sizzle!The chunks of pig nose sank into the golden oil, its skin changing from pale white to golden colour.A tantalizing aroma wafted the whole kitchen, seeping out through spaces to the entire house. Anyone who smelt this aroma wouldn't help but salivate instantly, greedily wishing to have at least a bite of the dish.Cassio proceeded to take a bottle of ground pepper, sprinkling it across the glistening oil. After that he added ground crayfish and salt. These condiments seeped right through the bubbling oil into the chunks of pig nose, giving them a shade of brownish colour."I'll try seeing what this book is all about this night," Cassio told himself as he turned the chunks of flesh with a spatula. "It shouldn't be simple with such aura."~Ethan couldn't help but sniff in air, his face squeezing up. After a few seconds he relaxed his face, his eyes shining with delight.

Cassio walked out of the portal followed by Chase who kept arguing that it was better for Ethan's balls to be chewed raw to prevent him from telling on them. Cassio instinctively closed his legs, remembering what had happened earlier. How could his golden retriever be so brutal?After laying Ethan on the settee in the sitting room, Cassio stood next to him and wondered what he should do next."I'm still saying it and I'll say it again," Chase said. "Lemme crush his balls!"His eyes shone with delight as he wagged his tail excitingly. He couldn't wait to show his expertise in biting balls again. Shouldn't he be called, Ball Crusher?Cassio roughly shook his head, "If we wanted him to die we should have just left him in the hands of those thugs.""That was before he knew I could talk," Chase quickly showed his displeasure."Then we'll find other means," Cassio said as he looked down on Ethan who had cracked his eyes open.Ethan stared at Cassio and then at Chase, wondering what he was d

Patrick and his daughter led Cassio and Ethan through the market to their house with Chase following behind. The village had several wooden houses and huts which were of a very low quality. Obviously people living here were poor and only made a living through fishing, farming and trading. There were a few people in the village and so it was not crowded. There was so much space around."Welcome to Arthur's Village," Patrick said as he walked towards a hut and pushed the door open. The old door creaked as it was pushed backwards, almost falling off its hinges."Arthur's Village?" Cassio asked. Who was Arthur and why was the village named after him?"You don't know Arthur?" Joana was shocked, her mouth agape. Who in Camelot didn't know who Arthur was?Cassio narrowed his blue eyes and was about to say something cold when Ethan's voice broke through, "Sorry to trouble you but can you tell us about Arthur? We've lost our memories about everything except for our names.The hut was very shab