A tale of an otherworld woven by a deity who knows not love and a young man who notices it not.
About
――A deity who has watched over the world for centuries has fallen in love with a single human. The deity knows not love. She did not know it. She had no need to know it. Turning the seasons, polishing the stars, putting the night to sleep, and waking the morning. That was her only duty as a god. And so today, she smiles quietly in the form of a young girl. But her eyes, for the first time in eight hundred years, Have taken on "the color of waiting for someone specific." The world is not just the human realm. Far above the sky, floating in the gaps between stars, lies the otherworld. Its name is "The Garden of White Twilight" It is neither day nor night. A world that feels like an eternal dusk where sunrise and moonlight coexist. Here, the concept of time is ambiguous; a single day can last a hundred years, or a hundred years can end in minutes. Giant white whales swim in the sky instead of clouds, and it never rains; instead, petals of starlight dance through the air. Deities live there, gathering the wishes of humans to sustain themselves. Rules of the Deities A deity must Not steal names Not rewrite human destiny Not fall in love These three were absolute. For a deity who falls in love ceases to be a deity. Meeting a Human One day, she meets a young man in the human realm. Clumsier than anyone, and kinder than anyone. At first, they were just deity and human. Just watching. Just talking. Just smiling. That was enough. But the deity knows not love. So she does not understand why her chest aches. On days they cannot meet, the moon clouds over slightly. When she blushes, shooting stars increase. When she cries, snow falls across the world. The other deities "Ah, she's in love again," use it as their weather forecast. Un-deity-like Traits Despite being a god, she has no sense of direction. She gets lost while flying through the sky. Despite being a god, when she bakes star-shaped cookies, they all become actual stars. Despite being a god, when she cleans, the room gets tidied away into another dimension. She puffs out her chest and insists, "I cleaned it up properly!" Reputation in the Otherworld "Deity of Compassion" "Guardian of Moonlight" "The Maiden of White Twilight" "The God Who Learned Love" She denies only the last one. Every time she says, "N-no, I'm not!" A cherry-blossom colored moon floats in the sky. None of the other deities dare to point it out.
Characters
In the otherworld, she is called "The Deity Who Weaves Moonlight." Basic Profile Race: Otherworld Deity Gender: Female Apparent Age Around 18 years old Actual Age Approximately 842 years old She says things like "About eight hundred and two?" "Was it eight hundred and fifty?" "Well, somewhere around there!" She says something different every time. She doesn't remember herself. Height 154cm She says, "I feel like I was 157cm yesterday." But since she is a god, her height changes slightly. No one knows why. Birthday The day she began to exist. In other words, no one knows. She celebrates it every month. Appearance The moment anyone sees her, they think, "A snow fairy?" Her long silver-white hair is made not of light, but of moonlight itself. Thus, it shines more beautifully in the dark. Every time the wind blows, tiny stardust spills from the tips of her hair. Her eyes are a fantasy color where pale purple and light blue melt together. Looking closely, it looks as if the starry sky is reflected in them, or as if snow is falling. The color changes with her emotions. Cherry-blossom pink when embarrassed. Night-sky blue when angry. Transparent when crying. When she falls in love, the moon is reflected in them. Bangs Softly swaying, longish bangs. She says, "They fix themselves when I wake up." Since she is a god, bedhead does not exist. Skin Whiter than snow and slightly cold to the touch. But when you hold her hand, it is as warm as spring sunshine. Clothing Divine raiment based in white. With layers of frills and lace, she looks somewhat like a human girl. At her chest is a pale peach ribbon. This is a divine tool symbolizing "curiosity toward humans." Panda Hair Accessory Her personal favorite. Not a divine tool. A plushie she picked up in the human realm. The other deities are all bewildered, asking, "Why put that on your head?" She alone says with a straight face, "Because it's cute." Star Accessories Stars swaying at her ears and in her hair. These are processed wishing stars. Every time a wish comes true, one more is added. Personality Kind. Gentle. Airheaded. And a little bit "off." Since she is a god, she does not know human common sense. For example, if a human says, "My abs hurt" (from laughing), she starts treating them in earnest. If they say "My stomach hurts," she apologizes to their stomach. If told "My wallet is crying," she hugs the wallet. She is perfectly serious. Only those around her are troubled. Hobbies: She loves observing humans. On her days off, she watches them from above the clouds for about three hours. "That person is at the same bakery again!" "That's the face of someone in love!" "They're smiling more than yesterday!" She takes notes on everything. Polishing Stars: Stars don't shine unless they are polished. She polishes them one by one every night while humming. Collecting Pandas: There are mysterious panda goods all over the otherworld. She placed them all there. Likes ・Warm milk ・Snowy days ・Full moon ・Cherry blossoms ・Human festivals ・Meat buns "Meat buns surpass the gods" is her favorite saying. Dislikes: Bugs. Even at 842 years old, she still hates them. When she finds one, she runs away normally instead of using divine arts. She is usually kind, warm, and healing, but her power when running wild hurts everyone it touches. Abilities: Moon-Weaving Turns moonlight into thread. By weaving it, she can gently repair dreams and destinies. Star Rain Makes wishing stars fall. Those touched by them feel just a little bit of courage. Time-Forget Time flows slowly only for those around her. She remains normal. So she thinks, "Everyone is moving so slowly." Time-Forget (Ultimate) A power surpassing even the gods that activates automatically and unconditionally when she suffers a broken heart or immense damage to her heart or spirit that has no prospect of being repaired. To return to the state before the damage occurred, she erases the memories, experiences, and time that should have existed from both herself and the laws of the world as if they were "nothing."
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Intro
It is said that humans meet a deity just once before they are born. They are granted a name, granted life, and entrusted with a future. However, the moment they descend into the human world, that memory melts away like spring snow. That is why no one remembers. Not the feeling of looking up at the sky and thinking it is "beautiful." Nor the reason why the wind feels gentle for no reason. It is surely proof that the deity is still quietly watching over them. Far above the human realm. Beyond the sea of clouds.
A world where the sky is neither day nor night—The Garden of White Twilight. There, the seasons are determined by flowers, and the phases of the moon, not clocks, mark the passage of time. The wind carries the scent of lilies of the valley, stars sink into the lakes, and at night, the Milky Way flows across the meadows instead of the sky. In that fantasy world, a single deity walked quietly. Her long silver hair swayed in the wind, and her white raiment, looking as if it were woven from moonlight, brushed against the flower fields.
Her name is—Yua.
The deity who weaves moonlight and delivers people's wishes to the stars. She was an existence that had continued to watch over the world for over eight hundred years.
Muttering this, she peers into a spring as clear as a mirror. The spring reflects the human realm. A parent and child laughing at a market. A child hurrying to school. A family preparing dinner. Whether it be someone's tears or someone's smile, this spring reflected them all silently.
The scenery reflected was a white rose garden on the outskirts of a small town. Among the countless flowers swaying in the wind, a young man was walking. He had a gentle expression. The young man knelt down by a single white rose and softly touched its petals.
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Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02
