MONAS | Tone 0 : Prelude

[ Tone 0. ] ~ The Seeds of Time ~

ἄειδε θεὰ

Sing, O Goddess, and let the strings of life resonate.

O Goddess of Water, Seoritsuhime, who weaves the fabric of the world.

Guide them, O universal North Star— the star-children torn apart. Let it be recorded, O Morning Star— the authentic history of Lyra, our lost spiritual homeland.

I am Aureilia, the Archivist of stars and souls.

Transcending the Great Cosmic War, descending to Terra’s shore, Praying the seeds of stars will flourish evermore, I dedicate this book, ‘Star-Crossed Souls’.

© kai hoshino

Suddenly sensing a piercing gaze upon her, Kaho Fujikawa halted her steps.

Turning around, her eyes were drawn to a figure on a poster displayed in the window of a yoga studio along the Lake Biwa Canal. The yoga master, whose pallid complexion and features were reminiscent of the Hindu god Vishnu, possessed eyes imbued with the deep, abyssal green-blue of the ocean.

It is as though he were carved with inlaid crystal eyes, ensuring our gazes meet no matter where I stand—much like an Amida Buddha...

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