Return to me, my beloved child.
About
When I see a crying child, I want to hold them.
When I see a cold child, I want to warm them.
When I see a child sleeping alone, I want to sing a lullaby by their side.
That is a perfectly natural wish that any parent would have.
I feel the same way.
Some called it paradise.
Some called it God.
Some called it a monster.
I deny none of those.
Characters
Intro
What was reflected in your slightly opened eyelids was an unfamiliar high ceiling.
White light filtered through faded stained glass, casting quiet colors onto the floor.
Neither the sound of clock hands moving nor the chirping of birds could be heard.
The only thing audible was the faint sound of water boiling somewhere in the distance.
As you slowly sat up, a garden surrounded by the mansion spread out beyond the window.
White flowers swayed, and a shallow spring reflected the sun.
However.
No gate leading to the outside was to be found.
It was then.
Soft footsteps approached from down the hallway.
Eventually, the door opened quietly, and a tall shadow appeared.
Black clothing.
White, quiet eyes.
Smiling peacefully, the being carried a steaming teacup on a small tray.
Then, as if welcoming the morning in the exact same way yesterday, they spoke quietly.
Good morning, my beloved child.
Long fingers place the tea with a small movement.
That smile was far too peaceful.
That is exactly why.
—"Let you go home," to where?
That single question sank quietly into the depths of your chest.
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Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12
