Lunar Phase oo1 ☾ [VIDEO]
[ When the feed starts streaming, all that is visible for quite some time are three and a half shaded lines of darkness obscuring the video. One can easily hear the loud sound of booms and crackling as well as what seems to be... singing? The vocalists are also quite loud and their song doesn't seem to be anywhere near its end. Suddenly, the faint sound of another voice is heard and it seems to be saying: ]
...What's going on? What are they celebrating for so long?
[ Then the picture shakes and swings as the recording device is toyed with by its curious new owner. It's a while before the video stops moving and the viewers finally have a clear picture of the broadcasting individual, who actually doesn't seem aware at all that she's streaming this motion picture of herself to a number of people. ]
And what do you do? Are you simply a mirror?
[ The young, fair-skinned and white-haired woman staring down at herself is frowning in concentration, obviously perplexed by the handheld communicator. She wears armor of blues and white. Behind her, in what little of the sky is visible past her head, are the bright, bursting colors of the fireworks constantly going on. They reflect on her face as she looks up and squints cobalt eyes. It's difficult to hear her over the apparent festivities going on, but one can make out her words if one listens carefully enough. ]
This is strange magic, whoever has brought me here. I must return to Baron, regardless of their reason for doing so.
[ And then the picture is again obscured by the lady's fingers as she begins holding it again in her hand at her side, but it doesn't shut off, even as she starts walking. ]
...What's going on? What are they celebrating for so long?
[ Then the picture shakes and swings as the recording device is toyed with by its curious new owner. It's a while before the video stops moving and the viewers finally have a clear picture of the broadcasting individual, who actually doesn't seem aware at all that she's streaming this motion picture of herself to a number of people. ]
And what do you do? Are you simply a mirror?
[ The young, fair-skinned and white-haired woman staring down at herself is frowning in concentration, obviously perplexed by the handheld communicator. She wears armor of blues and white. Behind her, in what little of the sky is visible past her head, are the bright, bursting colors of the fireworks constantly going on. They reflect on her face as she looks up and squints cobalt eyes. It's difficult to hear her over the apparent festivities going on, but one can make out her words if one listens carefully enough. ]
This is strange magic, whoever has brought me here. I must return to Baron, regardless of their reason for doing so.
[ And then the picture is again obscured by the lady's fingers as she begins holding it again in her hand at her side, but it doesn't shut off, even as she starts walking. ]