Chaotic Symphony

Name: Chaotic Symphony
Author: hazuuhouu

by hazuuhouu

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This is a world shrouded by eternal darkness and hopelessness. A vast subterranean expanse stretches beyond measure, the edge is unseen and deeper than any stars. The traces of War and the ruins of Old Ones lie scattered across this ashen land, under the terror of Full Moon and the Tide, survival is denied, creatures is distorted. Knights clad in iron. Projectiles tearing through the space. Rotten flesh and blood. Distorted Divinity. Countless points of light ignite across the dark skies. Hence, the edge of a false dawn, the Ashen Land stirs once more, welcoming its visitors… to a graveyard without end. --- And on the other side. Across countless worlds and realities, something begins to spread. Not fire. Not plague. But a panic attack! “Prince, there are disturbances in the forest… the Elves is reporting something strange in their dreams!vv” “Oi! Old man! Those drunkards at the Tavern are blabbering nonsense once again! What is it?! talking about some ‘game’” “A fully immersive system? Are you insane? That’s impossible—” “What did you say?! Progenitor stirs awake from their eternal slumber? such a thing is unheard of!” “My Lord… there is a situation.” “President—” ---- On an old black-and-white screen, countless figures flickered, multiplying, and as the view pulled up, their appearance unraveled into a static backdrop. A shrill laughter pierces through, echoing into a void of grey painted with pale stars and golden nebulae. “Waiter! Waiter! My lobster is too exquisite, my steak is too divine! Bring me more!” "..." “Master… this is the third time already. You’re not making sense anymore…” A pause as the space stagnated. Then— “Non. Mademoiselle Glassheart, please call me… Mystery Man.” A grin unseen, yet undeniable, wrong things to be addressed actually. “And now, the grand opening.” It is a game. An invitation. A dream, or even a delusion. An addiction that will blind all creatures! Across worlds. Across minds. Across reality itself. ... A silence follows. Then, softly, like a note drawn across eternity: “…Chaotic Symphony.”