It will be great if you show more of the images of the characters, that'll be great!

Keep going.
Thank you very much - that's very encouraging...! When I make new art, I'll share it here~! Unless it's a spoiler, of course. ^_^isobellesophia wrote: ↑Fri Sep 06, 2019 11:36 pmWow! Your artwork style is good! I kinda honestly say that your character are too creepy and cute for me, and i think you used a bit of a watercolor, it is very suited in your novel, keep up the good work!
It will be great if you show more of the images of the characters, that'll be great!
Keep going.
The game's coming on. Work with this particular project seems to most always be very slow, though.
Thank you all for your interest. I'll see you in the next update.There, in the yard, lays a girl.
She's a delicate being, and seems to be asleep...
She's so tranquil and still that she seems to be part of nature: as though she belongs where she lays.
However, I soon find myself thinking of her safety.
How long has she been here?
If she stays like this, rattids could make a meal of her when night comes.
Then it occurs to me that she's so pale and still that she may have passed away.
Cautiously, I approach her.
As I do so, I watch keenly for the rising and falling of her breath.
Unfortunately, however, I see no breathing.
At this realization, I stop where I stand and feel my hair stand on end.
It takes me a time to gather myself as I watch the scene, still keenly waiting for her to breathe.
Still, however, no breath comes.
I find myself sitting in the grass, still a fair distance from her and, sitting there, I think of this poor girl.
And I think of how curious this is... for, her skin is very pale, which would suggest to me that she's been gone for a long time.
Therefore, I find it odd that her body hasn't been disturbed by rattids in the night.
I think more on this... and conclude that, if her body's this pale, there should be traces of blood around it, in the grass.
I bring myself to my knees and carefully crawl toward her.
As I do, I notice one strange thing followed by another.
Firstly, there seem to be pale ribbons leading from the house to her and, secondly, on inspecting the grass around her, I can find no traces of blood.
I'm baffled...
In investigating further, I see that the ribbons seem to be the color and texture of her skin and they... seem to have been ripped from her feet, at some point, as though her feet and the ribbons were one, and as if the ribbons were made of her flesh.
I look to her face at this realization but, again, her body has a most tranquil expression.
After pausing and looking at the body, I tentatively smell.
Not it directly, but I smell from where I am... and it strikes me as strange that nothing smells particularly bad.
I kneel, looking at the body, puzzled.
Until, after a time, I decide to follow the ribbons from her feet.
They've broken from her feet and lead to the house, but they stop a fair distance from the door.
Attempting to open the door, I find it open into a quiet, peaceful place.
I see no traces of the ribbons from the doorway, and a delicate, ornamental vase of now-dead flowers sits on a stand near the door.
I close the door and sit on the step.
How can any of this be?
Everything here seems so peaceful, and those ribbons don't seem to enter the house.
The lack of blood and smell, the look of peace on her face, the strange ribbons, and the pristine condition of the extremely pale body...
I feel that I truly don't understand.
Then again, nothing about the fall made much sense.
But then again, again, surely she didn't die any time near the event.
I just don't understand, and the fall was even more insane: the bodies and blood of that event are simply out of my sight, so I've been thinking of that strangeness far less, as time has been passing...
But this is fresh, and the body's right here.
After a time, I resolve to look at the body once more.
It's as still and peaceful-looking as always.
Nothing about it has changed.
Why did I want to look at it, again?
Nothing's different, and nothing can be done to help her.
She's simply gone, now.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you, and I'm sorry that I don't understand."
As I look over the body for a final time, I see that her eyes have opened.
My own eyes widen, and my heartbeat quickens.
She's still not breathing.
"H-hello...?"
She doesn't answer, but not only are her eyes open, but I swear she's looking at me.
Still afraid, I slowly kneel down beside her and, as I do so, her eyes stay locked on mine.
I-is she really alive?
What in the world do I say?
Before I can think, she reaches toward me with a pale, clammy hand.
With hesitation, I reach for her hand and hold it.
She's cold...
She closes her eyes for a time in a painful-looking way, but soon opens them once more and, when she does, she sits up in the grass.
At the grand movement from what I so recently thought was a dead body, and after looking her over and seeing no apparent injuries, I let out a sigh of relief and slowly find myself smiling at her.
"This is nowhere to sleep, little one."
Thank you... <3 And bless you, too.isobellesophia wrote: ↑Fri Oct 11, 2019 9:49 amYou did a very hard work for this, might as well playing it sooner when it is finally released.
Keep up the good work and bless you.
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Thank you.isobellesophia wrote: ↑Tue Nov 05, 2019 6:27 amYour backgrounds is very detailed alot, and i like it.I was also thinking if this is some sort kind of a horror visual you've been making so keep going and i like the story.
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