This is it everyone. What we see today is the physical manifestation of cruelty, madness, and despair, all combined into 20 pages of nightmarish vision that shall forever torment the core of our souls. Every single panel was designed solely for the sake of withering our smiles under the name of the unholy carols. With the hands of a madman as it's instrument, and the digital domain as it's prophet, it's sings the lullaby of the devil in an unceasing vigilance. A grand ballad of intoxicating horror, this is truly the masterpiece made by someone who feeds on the banquet of death and decadence.
May the author finds peace knowing that his bitter experience in life has accumulated enough storm to disturb the land of the living for an eternity. And may the ones who still breathe find courage to believe that there is still hope for man. For I certainly cannot.
You her friend or something? I've seen this posted in several places already when this is not the only western academic article on yuri around. To me, the Eureka magazine issue badly needs to be translated, as that is almost the only in-depth publication that the Japanese themselves ever did on the yuri genre which they, you know, created.