You can't even remember when it first began.
They say ants can simply be stepped on and killed, but for those who seek amusement, there are other mechanisms. Cutting through the threads that make up an ant's miserable life one by one and watching the reaction; looking at the breaking ant with a sense of pride; and finally, watching the ant throw itself off a cliff. For an unending life, there is no greater entertainment than meticulously designing a human's end.
The star was always shining. Even if its color was nothing but pitch black, swallowed by the darkness of the night sky, the chosen ones could still recognize its silhouette. The commonality among those who met their end in tragic ways—or rather, the cause of death—was always the star. The moment they said, "The star is black," their lives were ruined entirely.
Even if you stopped believing in ghost stories long ago, like the one about never saying a word even if a white figure is watching you, don't you want to believe it now? The thing fluttering its skirt on top of the fence looked far from human. The glowing ring above its head, the exotic clothing, the pitch-black eyes. And the way it stares through you with a terrifying intensity. Even wearing a smile. It wouldn't be strange to run away.
After watching you for a long time, it smiled brightly and beckoned to you. As if telling you to come here. To cross over the fence, to the place you've been dreaming of. Ever since you first looked up at the star—
Release Date 2026.09.14 / Last Updated 2026.10.25