A pair of twins with questionable pasts crosses paths with an unusual tourist in a country none of them come from or belong in. When an innocent encounter results in unexpected disaster, a one-time meeting soon transforms into a much more subtly complex relationship. But what future do homeless girls have with Asia’s top Hallyu stars?  

Girl meets idol, idol meets girl. Or is it something else?

“Why do you always wear that mask?” the little girl asked. The boy lifted it slightly, allowing her to see the smile that had formed on his lips. “Because it allows me to be anybody.” “Anybody?” “Anybody,” he agreed. “Anybody you want me to be.”

Anyone who can handle a needle convincingly can make us see a thread which is not there.  ~E.H. Gombrich, Art and Illusion, 1960

No fluff or ; romance is ambiguous at best. This is merely a simple story that explores some real life "tragedies." I use the word "tragedy" because I personally find the phenomenon (described in the story) tragic, but it is not as severe as death, illness, or other physical harm.   It's more of an emotional sort of pain. 

A Zhou Mi crackfic based off a dream I had after 5 hours of sleep. I guess I woke up during a REM cycle LOL   (Fell asleep around 1:30am and woke up briefly after my dream around 6:30. Was awed that the dream’s details didn’t instantly vanish. Spent a few minutes reflecting on said dream. Then finally blearily typed it out on cell-phone in the dark because I was scared I wouldn’t remember it after I woke up for real a few hours later >.<. The sun had risen b

“What is…the color of…a…human heart?” she asked me in a tormented voice. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, as with considerable effort, she raised her eyes to meet mine. “I—” I was at a loss for words. Helplessly, I glanced over to my sister, but she merely returned my lost look with her own. But our own anguish couldn’t possibly begin to compare to that of the girl who sat in front of us. The girl I once used to call my good friend. “What—” she repeated, “is th