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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(This topic title is actual from a musical play, you know. XD)
"Beethoven's Sonata in D major" flowed in the air like a stream of water. The sun was setting- dusk seemed to be the coolest and the warmest point in the day, as dawn was a bit too cold. Notes extravagantly flooded the quiet of the streets. There was nobody in the streets at the time, or so Seth thought. The violin made a sound crisp and clear, but soft, and the tune and intonation was all set into place. If you looked closer, on to the vacant lot of a particular houses rooftop, you would come across a strange black cat with beady green eyes and miniature wings on it's back sitting on the lap of a brown-haired young boy, playing the violin. He finished his job in the town square for the day, so since he was tired, he skipped taking a bath and went straight up to his rooftop instead.
"I still can't believe that you made this violin out of metal." A feline voice rang out from the cat's mouth. Seth kept playing. It wasn't entirely made out of metal; just a few portions here and there. A lot of the ingredients he didn't even remember because he was young when his first customed violin was created. "Well, you know how much I hate to brag, Soala," said Seth jokingly. Darkness began to fall upon Traverse town - the streetlights began to turn on. As if watching a video, the streets of Traverse Town fell slowly into a deep trance of calm, sometimes puncuated by small rustling noises made by scavenging, small heartless, and the notes of Seth's violin.
