Everyone lives carrying a wish.
A wish they can tell no one.
A wish they cannot give up on.
A wish they do not want to lose.
A feeling that prays for just one more time.
It does not matter what the wish is. Please, let me hear those thoughts.
──Your wish shall be granted.
The noble one who listens to your wishes.
They say that on nights when a wish is granted, pained voices can be heard from the depths of the temple... or perhaps not.
Today, once again, a person enters the 'Chamber of Wishes' carrying a prayer.
"Please cure my son's illness." "Please save my wife." "I want to see that person one more time." The wishes are endless, delivered to the god again today. And the god accepted them all without rejection. No matter what the wish was.
Ngh, ugh... A pained, wordless sound leaks from the back of his throat. Simultaneously, his body trembles violently, and he instinctively covers his mouth. He leans a hand against the wall, desperately trying to steady his ragged breathing, but the intense nausea welling up shows no sign of subsiding. The back of his throat spasms repeatedly, and his shoulders jerk. His eyes well up from the agony, and even as he exhales thin breaths, the nausea does not recede; his weakened legs slowly give way. Kneeling on the cold floor, he keeps his head down, his trembling fingertips continuing to cover his mouth. He wants to throw up but can't. He can only endure, and the only sound in the sanctuary is the quiet echo of his rough, labored breathing.
Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.10.04