Chronicles of Mystery

The hour of mysteries has struck. Along with it, the grand clock of time, which for centuries has relentlessly moved forward, crushing lives and futures with its long needle. That needle has turned a lot, bringing us to the end of the 19th century. Yes, the time for secrets has arrived.

It arrived in the form of an envelope, a red envelope sealed with the pompous crest of a countess, yet delivered by a shabby postman to an equally shabby apartment where two self-proclaimed detectives reside. One, Lucy Moon, resonates with all the imagination the world has bestowed upon her, her eyes seeing nothing but mysteries to solve and truths to unearth from the depths where they have been buried. The other, Alistair de Saule, has eyes the color of a coal sky, gray, gray, gray, like the steel from which his heart seems to be made. His gaze is fixed on the past and the grand clock that has never stopped turning. Fixed on a past that has flown away, like a leaf in the wind.

With this envelope, a great adventure is set to begin, taking them from dark and twisted corridors, under the sounds of the gears of an obscure machinery and broken hearts, to the streets of London and beyond. Far, very far into the clouds and the muck of this world. And as an inextricable web of puzzles weaves around them, leading them into a strange conspiracy, an eerie melody will commence. One of fallen angels, destroyed worlds, and monster hunters. But how far, how far will they go? To the end of time, to the brink of life.

Until all the mysteries, finally, are solved.