Firstly, let me introduce the project. I've promised to one of my classmate in high school that I'll write a English novel. I think I must be crazy that instant. Yeah, I'll write it, but it would take me a long time to make it completed.

The first story: A Child who grown in the permanent
Nothing last forever.
Even the world has its lifespan.
So that, people who insists on One thing is wrong.
Someone wants to guard his or her ideal,
but the ideal always changes.
The things we call them 'the permanent' are just the illustions in our eyes.

So,
A steam of crowd changes rapidly,
Unregularly,
Just like Chaos in the other spaces in this universe.
And all of this makes the life just like a fiber on sheet -so insignificant.
Though, it's a part of it.
The one who got rid of the subjection of the universe him or her self, will be apart from the originated generation, and to be a regulation of the universe.