[Those who see this entry wouldn't know of how he glares at the cream colored pages with arms crossed in front of his chest. Neither of the glance he throws up at the nightsky, nor of the heavy sigh that follows.

But eventually the flow of ink begins, quick and sharpI sure as heck am gettin' sick of all this gloomy feeling 'round here. I mean, I ( Read more... )

[The moving painting is the sky, with what appears to be a pale woman with strange red markings that constantly coil and flow across her skin. She lifts her hands, turning them over and studying them intently. How strange! This body was not her own, and yet she was not sure what to make of it. Her head turns towards the book, and she stoops to pick ( Read more... )

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[A familar scene slowly paints itself upon the pages of the journals obtained by the new residents. Crashing waves, warm sands - it's a perfect rendition of Ryoshima coast. But wait, what's this? Why is there a journal lying open and upside down in the sand? And where is the owner of said journal? Hm, perhaps someone should come by and ( Read more... )

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