We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

“Then, while Cinnamon straightened up the kitchen as usual, Nutmeg and I sat at …”

“If there are this many visible parts of my body that are worse than normal peop…”

“I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life…”

“Como vivimos en un mundo tan cómodo, nuestra sensibilidad ha languidecido.”