Eden's Requiem

The world of Sky has always been inhabited by the creatures of the light. The sun has risen and set over a realm of magic and wonder, crawling with mystery and secrets, spread throughout the seven constellations. The skies are alive with glittering birds and beautiful beasts, cooing and calling to each other in harmony. Discreet waterfalls pour down into crystal clear pools, feeding into the ocean where the sealife soar from the waves to kiss the sky.

Brilliant white clouds whisk by in the blue, smeared across the sky over wondrous plains sprinkled with flowers and grassy knolls, rolling hills bleeding into the horizon and vanishing in a haze of color. Towers rise from the earth, and bells sing their gorgeous songs, clanging in tune to each other with the music of the sun.

Great cliffs draped in blankets of snow, pines clumping together against makeshift snowtracks, heels skidding thin lines in the frost as puffs of icy breath linger in the air, a glimpse of warmth. Cathedrals and arenas with delicate architecture house roaring crowds, music and light and love bursting at their seams. Silence was not a word here, even in the muffled hum of the tundras.

Yet, this story is about the time before. This story is about what led to the downfall of a great kingdom, why ruins litter the landscapes, and why secrets lay bare, missing just enough pieces to be indescipherable.

Where darkness gnashes its teeth laid peaceful oceans and forests, sun-dappled and lush, filled with life and joy, watched over by gentle eyes. Cared for, loved, and treasured. The world was at peace, without war or famine, or plague and death. It was a utopia, and yet, nothing lasts forever.

This is the story, the rise and the fall. This is the story of a boy and a beast. This is the story of the time before, and the time after. This is the story of a mistake.

This is the story of Eden's Requiem, and to truly start a story, you must go to the very beginning.

You must wake up.