A myriad of fragrant flowers danced in the gentle breeze. Colors blended into a magnificent painting: pink, burgundy, azure, indigo, and emerald, all forming a harmonious visual symphony. Warm droplets of water fell upon the verdant grass, leaving the lush vegetation damp and glistening. It was not raining; instead, gentle drops descended at random, as though the sky itself were silently weeping. White clouds, some tinged with emerald and crystalline light, were scattered across the celestial abyss. From afar, a pale blue heaven seemed to gaze upon the humid earth. Beneath the gleaming clouds, a golden sun crowned the scenery, warm and tender. Its light descended like heavenly pillars upon the ground. It did not blind those who looked upon it; rather, it invited reverence, compelling the eye to linger. A golden treasure suspended above a gorgeous earth. It was a divine scene to behold, as the falling droplets shimmered and flickered within the golden light.
The field of flowers and virid grass was slightly tilted at a gentle angle. Yet stains of fresh crimson blood led toward a rock the size of a human. The stone felt unsettling, as though it did not belong in this place. There was no explanation for how it had come to rest there
Below the hill, a monster was running, as if in pursuit of something, heading straight toward the rock. The creature was far from ordinary. It resembled a giant cat the size of a horse, with six muscular legs moving in perfect harmony and extreme synchronization, maximizing its speed. Its fur shimmered in golden and vermilion tones, as if spun from pure silk. Its long, pointed ears stood upright, indifferent to its surroundings. Its fangs and claws glinted a crystalline blue, capable of piercing even the strongest shields.
As it charged toward the rock, a sudden silhouette lunged from behind it. A man, missing an arm and with one eye popped, held a broken sword helplessly. A torn cloak, woven from dark silk, hung from his shoulders. His tattered clothes fluttered in the breeze, and his remaining eye glowed with an indigo light. His lone purple iris reflected the monstrous figure, while his black hair danced in the gentle wind. Without a moment's hesitation, the ruthless giant cat leaped over him, pinning him to the ground, and opened its massive mouth, crowned with crystalline fangs…
A broken sword was thrust deep into the back of the monster's neck, piercing through with a sickening force. The creature froze instantly, its massive body shuddering, and then its mouth erupted in a spray of blood. Crimson torrents cascaded over the man's figure, soaking him in a violent, shimmering haze. The edges of his form began to blur, as if the very light around him were stretching and bending. Slowly, impossibly, he started to dissolve, his body unraveling into the air, scattering like mist caught in the wind.
Heavy breaths echoed as the monster's corpse collapsed onto the ground, blood staining the vivid herbs beneath it. The same man who had been attacked now sat beside the fallen creature, exhausted and spent, unsheathing his sword from the monster's neck.
His black raven hair was matted with blood and dust, clinging to his face. The remaining purple eye watered with tears as he gazed silently at the carnage.
"What have you done, Lorean?… What have I done…"
Far on the horizon, a city raged in chaos. Gigantic monsters soared through the sky while leviathans tore buildings apart. The radiant castle and the densely packed houses, once carved from pure white alabaster and howlite, now lay in ruin. Fire consumed some structures, ice encased others, steel twisted and shattered, and dark smoke enveloped entire sections. Countless catastrophes had struck, leaving the city a devastated shadow of its former glory. It was as if a curse had descended upon this once-blessed land.
"What do I do…" he murmured, his voice heavy with helplessness. All he could do was bite his lips, tasting the bitterness of despair. Then, slowly, he turned, gazing toward the peak of the hill. With his back to the raging city, he pushed his body forward, surrendering once more to an old habit. He left, as he always had…
As he reached the peak of the hill, he paused and gazed out toward the horizon. Unlike the alabaster city ravaged by chaos, this one was perched high upon the ground, its elevated position giving it an air of quiet resilience. In the distance, the city lay undisturbed, a serene contrast to the destruction he had just left behind. At its center rose a grand castle, commanding attention without a hint of threat. Surrounding it, numerous buildings glimmered in shades of orange carnelian and golden sunstone, their warm tones catching the sunlight and radiating a peaceful, almost welcoming glow. The city seemed to breathe calmly, as if untouched by the storms and calamities that had befallen the lands below.
As he took the last step, it felt as though he had pierced through an invisible veil. The sky shifted to a light gold, streaked with scattered dark gray clouds. The air grew heavier, pressing down with a tangible weight.
The grass lost its vivid colors, now painted in muted shades of white, orange, and yellow. Beneath his feet, it felt as though he stood upon golden, ethereal vapor and pale yellow phantom shadows. Even the air itself seemed to shimmer with a radiant, golden hue.
He looked one last time at the alabaster city behind him with his lone eye. Suddenly, a female voice echoed in his ear.
"You should have listened."
Aster spun around in shock, unable to believe what he had heard.
"You…?" His eye widened, disbelief and recognition warring within him.
In front of him stood a tall woman, her blonde hair flowing and dancing in the golden air. She appeared young, perhaps in her thirties, yet carried a presence that felt timeless. Her emerald-green eyes mirrored the golden landscape around them, and her hair seemed to blend seamlessly with the warm hues of the atmosphere.
She remained silent, gazing at him with a mixture of pity and sorrow. Her expression held a deep sadness, even desperation. Her face twitched subtly with emotion, and her lips trembled as though she were on the verge of tears.
"Why didn't you just kill me…" Aster said through clenched teeth. Half of his face was smeared with blood, one eye missing, the other overflowing with tears. The woman remained silent for a moment, then spoke. "It doesn't matter now. Don't live in the past. There is no going back." She paused briefly before continuing. "Only one thing is left for you to do." Her voice sounded ethereal and majestic.
after days , The one eyed young man was walking in a city, its streets carved from white ivory, with golden strings embellishments. the walls fell from dark orange to light golden in shades. above them the sun followed them. here the sun looked raging and crimson. a sun of dusk it s light painting the light golden heaven in vermillion light
Next to him, a blonde woman with weary eyes gazed steadily toward the horizon, her expression calm but heavy with fatigue.
Ahead of him, a young girl trudged along, dragging a corpse wrapped in white cloth. She moved in the same direction as they did, her small frame carrying the weight of her burden with quiet determination.
None of them spoke as they walked, the silence stretching between their footsteps, until the little girl finally broke it with her soft, childish voice:
"Aster… would you carry a corpse, like me, if you could?"
Aster paused, his marred face tilted toward the reddish sun on the horizon. After a long moment, he answered, his voice heavy with desperation:
"Yes."
He had never imagined he would find himself agreeing with her. How the tables had turned…
"Listen to these words. Don't cut me off, and never forget them… They may not make sense now, but in time you will understand their meaning. They will stay with you until death claims you…"
Without replying, Aster waited for her to continue. Yet the moment she spoke, his indigo eye narrowed. He heard those words before...
***
"The world in flawless order laid.
The heavens unbroken , the land in fertile hands swayed.
yet even paradise, however grand,
must yield at last to a mortal hand.
When enough fall, the world anew shall be born.
Long hidden.
A mortal reached beyond his bounds and dared the forbidden.
Across the blighted plains, where eyes dare not glean,
a mortal reached for the forbidden unseen.
Wrath rose in endless night.
May gods bend to mortal might.
Shrines remained and empty thrones rested stained.
The slave chained the master. hallowed powers were drained.
Hope breezed fresh,
in fragile corpses guised with hallowed flesh.
Blessed land embraced a further blessing.
A paradise rose after the oppressing.
When enough fall, the world , anew , shall be born.
Long hidden.
A mortal reached beyond his bounds and dared the forbidden.
Hope among despair, yet a debt carved in flame.
Wrath cursed the fated, awakening his claim.
Sacred seeds swore an oath and obeyed,
to protect the corrupted yet the limbs betrayed
Blacksmiths forged, from a withered root
silent vows, with a burden unseen, bounded the absolute.
Sacred and profane obey the quiet decree.
A debt must be paid from fetched souls and silent plea.
The sky was broken for the sake of retrieving the stolen.
Devil swore vengeance for the righteous fallen.
Every soul will never again be freed.
The underworld stood waiting with hunger and greed.
Cursed land embraced a further curse in the ruin.
Scattered across the unseen, where night devours the noon
When enough fall, the world, anew, shall be born.
Long hidden.
A mortal reached beyond his bounds and dared the forbidden.
A Nephilim torn from a sinning vein.
Destined to bear the world's eternal pain.
The hand that struck became the hand that sought to guide.
And truth long buried rose where sworn friends lied.
One fate shall wither, claimed by ruthless gaze.
The other doomed to linger, living long in eternal blaze.
Heavens raged and lands wept their molten tears.
The sky fell silent, drown in endless fears.
Pride and pity wove the fate in twisted thread.
A wandering spirit among the echoes of the banished dead.
A kingdom have fallen , devoured by the cursed fray.
Beneath, which is defiled in silent slumber lay.
A forgotten land embraced a cursed blessing, yet the blessed curse lies
The world awaited long enough for a worthy king to rise.
when enough fall, the world , anew, shall be born.
Long hidden.
Mortals reached beyond their bounds and dared the forbidden
Yet through paradise ,born eternal parasite clung with hollow need.
A walking curse in every age, the shadows return to greed.
Within the silent core, an echo long forgot began to seethe.
Yearning for the broken dance that only chaos dares to breathe.
In veiled ambition, wills entwined, chasing endless breath through shattered skies.
Even if it meant unmaking mountains and oceans with a hunger none could disguise.
Ruin roamed unchecked, and the spine of days bled into despair.
Till heaven trembled, and godly presence filled the air.
The gift of dawn, veiled in hands unwise, decayed.
The world, blind, crushed the gift that the bliss had made.
cursed land embraced a desperate blessing.
No lullaby could mend the scars it was possessing.
when enough fall , the world, anew, shall be born.
Long hidden.
Mortals reached beyond their bounds and dared the forbidden.
Even gods fell in fading breath torn.
Only those bound by death walked further more
Eternal tombs rose for those whose hearts still carried breath.
And thus the living walked their graves, half-claimed by waking death.
Once hailed by the heavens, now doomed by flawed decree.
The warden perished quietly betrayed by those he let be free.
Bones became pages, veins the quills that wrote.
Bodies bore the memory and the flesh bore a note.
Silken skies wove above a silent land.
Peace draped heavy by a mortal hand.
Blessed land embraced a curse, yet peace rose.
Still, in quiet veins , a burning flame flows.
When enough fall, the world, anew, shall be born.
unhidden.
May mortals reach beyond their bounds and dare the forbidden.
In this world, the truth wears a guise.
A fleeting mirage before mortal eyes.
We offer guidance that the eye can't seize.
Hidden in a tale , carried on the breeze.
What you behold may unveil the hidden snare.
The whispered truth and what mortals will once more dare.
Beneath the shattered sky, a seed awaits.
To grow a soul who bends the hands of fates.
Through time's veil, a promise lingers near.
A soul shall stand where gods fear.
The world quiet, yet ruin we sow.
A forbidden truth that only we bestow.
The world in flawed order lays, and we breathe the pyre.
Veiled in shadows, wrapped by a secret desire.
When enough fall, the world anew might be born. "
After she finished speaking, Aster sank deep into his memories, recalling how it had all started ; each face, each voice, each choice, each misstep, each fleeting moment that had led them to this point.
Revealing how every decision, whether deliberate or accidental, had shaped the current reality, leaving him standing here, at the edge of a world forever changed.