Prologue (1/2)

Introductory Play: ———

—Where does truth lie?

Questions, riddles, and mysteries appear endlessly But the instant we reach out our hand to touch thee

We intend to look for so its true essence?

It is like hoe can see the tip of an iceberg above the water’s surface, but we are oblivious to the large section of ice hidden beneath the water

It is like how a beautiful flower catches our attention, but we do not look at the roots in the soil beneath

If that is true, then are we overlooking the true essence of Recitations?

What is the true essence of Recitations?

Is it catalysts, songs, or possibly…… True Spirits?

Or is it so else that’s still hidden in an area we can’t reach?

Until we arrive at the answer……

For the ti endlessly down a dark corridor

—Let me continue my report

During the events that occurred, I ets who I am now very deeply interested in

One of them is a boy who uses an unknown Color

It is a controversial Color that is not one of the five existing ones That Color’s song and its True Spirit are all still shrouded in a veil of deep night

There is also one other She is a girl whose Recitations completely surpass what is norirl’s distinctive feature is her bright scarlet hair

I am truly deeply interested

Both of these individuals attend the same school

Both of them also enrolled at approximately the same time

Furthermore, they have come to understand each other as if they complement each other

Is that just a coincidence, or is it a phenomenon caused by some sort of inevitability hidden beneath the water’s surface? ……For now, that is uncertain

Therefore—

The Night-colored boy and the Scarlet-colored girl

I will treat theets to be observed and ‘watch over’ them

Round Play: What I Saw There Was—

It was a place where the influence of humans did not reach

The grey wasteland continued until the distant horizon It was a land covered with no vegetation, but only susts of wind resounded, sounding si of the dead

It was a place devoid of life

“……Well”

With his short stature, the elderlystanding before him

Its large, jet-black body towered above the grey wasteland The shadow of its outstretched wings extended far over the land Even its tail, which was just a single part of its body, couldn’t fully fit into the e

—It was a Night-colored dragon

“Oh my…”

Under the gaze of the dragon that couldn’t be called friendly, the old htly The Recitation it called out had been coon

“……I can’t believe it’s this strong”

However, even under these circumstances, what seemed like a satisfied expression appeared on the olda smile

He was looking at— The powerful dragon’s colossy black hair

She was still young, in her mid-twenties at most However, she wore a coe Her unnaturally cold eyes see in this world