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Tell me, have you heard the legend of the sky-colored knight?
He is an ancient hero who was born from a child's tear and a wish cast upon a falling star. Back then, the world was a dark place. Twisted by their suffering, people forced themselves into a cycle of cruelty, selfishness and hatred in order to survive. But none of that could ever stop the knight. Like a flicker of light, he walked forward through the blackened world. With a sword bound to his hand with a honeysuckle vine and a torn wing behind his back, he cleansed the universe from pain and left the world with one final exhausted sigh.
Many thousands of years passed in that manner. Every once upon a time, the world would turn completely black and the knight would be born once more, like a falling star amidst the night sky. He would complete his task and die a lonely death, leaving behind the dawn of a new era.
Except this time, the knight who appeared was as black as the world itself...
Under the final sunset, the dragon princess caught up to the puppet knight in the midst of his journey.
Under the blazing sky, a Pooka swore to create the ultimate fairy tale.
Among the eternal darkness, the silver witch cast one final light onto the world. The four of them gathered in a circle, took each other's hands and smiled. And together, they set out to seek the end of the world.
What began as the journey of one, ended as the journey of seven. At the top of the spiral staircase, the fragments of their experiences gathered and forged one final story.
This is that final story. Neither the story of love nor the legend of heroes, but a single tale of the world's destruction.
Or...
Once upon a time, many years ago, the world has come to an end.
The ones responsible for this grave destruction were the seven braves. The puppet knight stood tall as their leader, his eyes painted crimson by his own sins. In one hand, he held a sword forged from the sky itself. With another, he held onto the hand of his beloved dragon princess. As the universe collapsed, the silver witch cast one final light onto the world and soon the three of them ended up in eternal darkness.
"Hear me, o criminals," spoke the old world with its final breath. "For this grave sin of killing the world itself, I punish you with life in the world that will be born from my ashes. Never shall you feel the triumph of the end of your journey. For you, the knight, will be born shackled like a criminal and live your life as a rogue. You, the princess, will live the life of a princess, luxurious and eternally lonely. And you, the witch of light, will be locked away where nothing but darkness exists. And even if one of you reaches another, you will be thrown apart until the world itself is the distance between you."
"Hear me, o creators," spoke the new world born from darkness. "For this action of giving birth to a new world of freedom, I grant upon you the blessing of the greatest journey. The knight will be born as a sinner and live as a rogue. As a sign of his bond with the dragon princess, he shall bear the markings of the dragon himself. With the sword stolen from the sky and the ocean, he shall shall come and cleave the darkness that seals away the witch of light. And together, they shall go on a great journey."
"What of me?" Asked the dragon princess.
"As for you, princess, seven times shall the rogue knight reach you. Seven times shall you be torn apart until the world itself is the distance between you. And if your bonds shall remain as strong at your final reunion, then you shall be together forever. And in your wake, shall be born the legend of bonds that will inspire the universe itself. That is my final blessing of the greatest journey."
That was how the world came to an end many, many years ago.
Many stories have been written since then, but none of them were as glorious as the blessing promised to us at the birth of the new world. Until...
"I remember reaching the end of the world."
Those were the words spoken to me by a dragon boy under the starry sky of a small fishing village.
"I remember falling in love at the end of the world."
Those were the words spoken to me by a lonely princess.
As our eyes turned away from ancient legends, the final love song has begun to tell itself...
Decisions, decisions...
He is an ancient hero who was born from a child's tear and a wish cast upon a falling star. Back then, the world was a dark place. Twisted by their suffering, people forced themselves into a cycle of cruelty, selfishness and hatred in order to survive. But none of that could ever stop the knight. Like a flicker of light, he walked forward through the blackened world. With a sword bound to his hand with a honeysuckle vine and a torn wing behind his back, he cleansed the universe from pain and left the world with one final exhausted sigh.
Many thousands of years passed in that manner. Every once upon a time, the world would turn completely black and the knight would be born once more, like a falling star amidst the night sky. He would complete his task and die a lonely death, leaving behind the dawn of a new era.
Except this time, the knight who appeared was as black as the world itself...
Under the final sunset, the dragon princess caught up to the puppet knight in the midst of his journey.
Under the blazing sky, a Pooka swore to create the ultimate fairy tale.
Among the eternal darkness, the silver witch cast one final light onto the world. The four of them gathered in a circle, took each other's hands and smiled. And together, they set out to seek the end of the world.
What began as the journey of one, ended as the journey of seven. At the top of the spiral staircase, the fragments of their experiences gathered and forged one final story.
This is that final story. Neither the story of love nor the legend of heroes, but a single tale of the world's destruction.
Or...
Once upon a time, many years ago, the world has come to an end.
The ones responsible for this grave destruction were the seven braves. The puppet knight stood tall as their leader, his eyes painted crimson by his own sins. In one hand, he held a sword forged from the sky itself. With another, he held onto the hand of his beloved dragon princess. As the universe collapsed, the silver witch cast one final light onto the world and soon the three of them ended up in eternal darkness.
"Hear me, o criminals," spoke the old world with its final breath. "For this grave sin of killing the world itself, I punish you with life in the world that will be born from my ashes. Never shall you feel the triumph of the end of your journey. For you, the knight, will be born shackled like a criminal and live your life as a rogue. You, the princess, will live the life of a princess, luxurious and eternally lonely. And you, the witch of light, will be locked away where nothing but darkness exists. And even if one of you reaches another, you will be thrown apart until the world itself is the distance between you."
"Hear me, o creators," spoke the new world born from darkness. "For this action of giving birth to a new world of freedom, I grant upon you the blessing of the greatest journey. The knight will be born as a sinner and live as a rogue. As a sign of his bond with the dragon princess, he shall bear the markings of the dragon himself. With the sword stolen from the sky and the ocean, he shall shall come and cleave the darkness that seals away the witch of light. And together, they shall go on a great journey."
"What of me?" Asked the dragon princess.
"As for you, princess, seven times shall the rogue knight reach you. Seven times shall you be torn apart until the world itself is the distance between you. And if your bonds shall remain as strong at your final reunion, then you shall be together forever. And in your wake, shall be born the legend of bonds that will inspire the universe itself. That is my final blessing of the greatest journey."
That was how the world came to an end many, many years ago.
Many stories have been written since then, but none of them were as glorious as the blessing promised to us at the birth of the new world. Until...
"I remember reaching the end of the world."
Those were the words spoken to me by a dragon boy under the starry sky of a small fishing village.
"I remember falling in love at the end of the world."
Those were the words spoken to me by a lonely princess.
As our eyes turned away from ancient legends, the final love song has begun to tell itself...
Decisions, decisions...