Before there was everything, there was nothing. And within nothing was all there was left—us. Ground Realistica. The Grand Reality, said to be filled with countless stories both seen by few and unseen by many, created by many, formed by many, destroysd by many as they die, all progressing through the timeless history. It is our world, where we all lived till death, where everything first originated, where everything… was created.
But deep within the endless paradox of life and death… lies the talentless Symbol of Creation. A 'pathetic' man who is considered useless, worthless, good for nothing, a man who was unable to do absolutely anything… so he decided to create EVERYTHING before his death. But what accompanied his death… was everything that originated simply through his endless storage of imagination.
I warn you—this is not your ordinary Romance story. At least, what it was supposed to be… Some change because it is natural, some change for the better, but sometimes… some changes weren't supposed to happen, becoming unprecedented. If anything, it is rather disturbing. And when you do, beware of these words...
"Tell me, how's life... without my interference?"
Hear or bear witness of those words, and you may wish the survival of your fate. But there's always another option... May we fight through the bottom of our hearts.