In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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In the world that Post came from, none of this existed. Not in this physical sense. He was being told that in a very physical way, the Heart was real. It resided within them, and when the Heartless were near, it seemed to draw them in. Post wouldn't have believed it but he saw it with his own eyes.
On Nova, people died. Their Hearts were never seen. Instead, it was believed that they returned to the Source, wherever that might have been. But Post understood differently. He had died, but instead of going to the Source he found himself in a pale world surrounded by pale beings. At first he couldn't remember, but as he lived in this dull existence he began to understand.
He was dead. There was no doubt. But he could remember life, and none of the others could. These people played their music, drew entities, summoned art into existence, just to let it shatter into the living world. Looking into the sky he could only see a red sun in the darkness. And then the Void Eaters came. They devoured, but were fought back. The strange, enigmatic specters fed off of the spirits of the dead on that plane and it was only then that he saw a Heart for the first time.
The blonde Melody sat on the edge of the Third District's fountain, his hand listing lazily through the sparkling waters, wondering what this all meant.
There were no Eaters here. Just the Heartless. The people around him had no Mesa's. They had nothing that made a Melody a true being. So... Did that mean that he was alive again? Was he once more a Harmony? It was all very confusing to Posthumous. He was a real being once more, escaping from that empty afterlife, only to find that he was still very much dead. His body did not live off of blood or oxygen- instead it lived off of his Heart and his Mesa's. And in this world of perpetual night he found himself very alone. It was nice but at the same time he ached for living company, something to contrast the zombie-like Melodies that he had lived with for so long.
"Being alive doesn't seem as fun as it used to," he muttered as the water dragged his hand in the current.
That’s how this particular blonde saw this place. The varying trees made for light aesthetic pleasure, but there wasn’t much else that stood out in his eyes. He brought a hand through his blonde locks, letting loose a sigh that carried with it his frustration. Just what the heck was this Traverse Town really? Each footstep clicked against the ceramic ground as he wandered further inside this large area, his soft colored tail bouncing with each and every step.
Ever since his arrival in this weird place nothing seemed to add up. It was equivalent to traversing a maze of stairs and the male soon found himself coming to terms with the town’s odd name. After more pointless meandering the male was able to spot a fountain in the distance. Again, to him it was nothing more than decoration for a dull square. The lighting from lampposts surrounding the place was magnificent and reminded the monkey of the many nights spent in Alexandria, but, compared to the others on an overall level, this district…was lacking.
Snorting through his nostrils he was ready to pivot on his heel and exit stage left, but the visage of a person managed to sneak its way into his vision, and with it curiosity bloomed causing the genome to saunter over towards where the figure was sitting. “Yo,” he called out once he was in within distance, allowing a grin to splash across his face, perfectly masking his worry and concern, in turn making himself positive company to be around.
Blue hues gazed at the stranger, noting his vibrate red eye color and thoughtful demeanor. “Whatcha doin’ here?” His tail swung with jubilance as he awaited the man’s answer. The others stature was remarkably tall, and while this may or may not serve to intimidate others, it didn’t bother this genome one bit. Besides, even if they were practically by themselves in this deserted area it wasn’t like this person would suddenly lash and attack him.
