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ASHES OF THE INNOCENT

It all started with a curse. In the sterile halls of St. Solace Hospital, Laura—wounded, desperate, and blinded by grief—cast a curse she never meant to. A curse that tore through the innocent, striking a child who wasn’t meant to bear its weight. Rozzi, a hero caught in the shadows, made the ultimate sacrifice to protect that child, her life extinguished in the Spiral’s growing darkness. And Asto De La, a father shattered by loss and betrayal, was pushed to the edge of madness. His quest for justice became a battle against something ancient and merciless—a forest that remembers every name, every pain, every secret. Now the forest watches. Elias, a boy who should have died that night, lives on beneath the trees. Saved by a silent girl whose name he never learned, he became the Spiral’s last heir. He writes the names of the forgotten into the dirt so they don’t vanish, so the curse doesn’t spread. But memory is not merciful. And the Spiral never forgets. When the dead begin to whisper and children wake remembering things they never lived, the curse calls again. Elias must choose between becoming a monster like the one who saved him… Or breaking the forest’s heart one name at a time. The Forest Never Forgets is a chilling supernatural tale of memory, sacrifice, and the weight of love that refuses to die. This is where grief grows wild and names become roots. Dear Readers, Some stories are born from fire. This is one of them. In the shadows of forgotten places, in the silence after screams, the past waits. It doesn't fade. It doesn't forgive. And if you dare to look too closely, it might look back. The Ashes of the Innocent is not just a story of grief, curses, and the supernatural—it's about the aching cost of love, the terror of truth, and the monsters we inherit. Every word was written with trembling fingers and a haunted heart. I hope you read it with the same fire. Welcome to St. Solace. Remember: once you enter, it remembers you too. With ash-stained pages
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Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
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