51 Elegance (2/2)

One by one, driven by a sheer curiosity of the 'more' that lies beyond, everyone started to walk the rather extended viaduct which is interlinked with the city and which leads to a land which appeared lit and in a distance, is a medieval-themed castle that appeared slightly different to how fairy tails of old portrayed it. Yet, it's still Three AM. So any vision of the afar would be a little disoriented. I should just start uncovering the fundamentals of this place first thing in the morning.

”Oni-chama, where are we going? This place is pretty” Shiro started talking as she earlier stood in awe as she saw the place of picturesque. But, I can still see how sleepy the little girl is. I did wake her up a little early so it's presaged.

”I'll show you tomorrow Shiro. You should just sleep for now, ok?”, the girl, as though sleep-walking yawned and I then carried her up as she fell to a deep slumber seeing the clear night sky as she laid in my arms.

Everyone then started to walk amidst the elegant bridge without any form of doubt about the possibility that a bestial creature will suddenly appear and eat us all fresh.

I looked at my clock, still with the fascinated Shiro in close company and it is now 3:27 AM. For a simple sight-seeing, that rather took long. But it's understandable. The gaiety of this place simply can't be ignored. Yet, in all of the beauty, it showcased upon us earlier, and in all of the elegance, I sure did hate one aspect of it...It is too colorful.

While colors may satisfy the eyes, it will never reach the heart. It's just plain eyesore at this point, for me at least, who consciously lived a quarter of his ongoing existence from a perspective of black and white. Don't be mistaken though. While black and white are widely considered as colors, no they aren't. They are deemed as outcasts in the light spectrum as Lacrimosa also likes to consider them. One becomes obsolete by the dominance of the other. Intricate isn't it? And that's exactly why I like them.

Then, after a long, boring and silent ten-minute walk...we found ourselves in the process of taking one small step to the twisted fate that we are to experience, standing at the end of the bridge.

For the last time, we took grandeur to look at the island where this twist of fate flabbergasted us all without warnings. The International Clark City. Our waypoint, and our only means of going back home, as soon the game ends. For now, that city will be sealed, just like how the old Eden was in the ancient days. It will be sealed with a divine jurisdiction that prevents anyone from going in not so long as the warfare is in progress.

We then took our very first step in the unknown land as we reached the extremity of the bridge.

And then, not yonder, as everyone finished crossing the bridge, it then suddenly collapsed, implying that no one may cross again for the meantime and its debris came crashing down the moonlit waters below.

And then inside the city, at its center, a light started to radiate and from it rose four large and armored statues with height same to that of the 180-floored city hall. Each of them, then stationed themselves, one at each corner, guarding the city with large flaming swords in hand. They're the guards, I guess?

The moon is now also slowly dissolving along with the bleak of the night, as the sun started to show some of its rays on the far unearthly horizon.

And then, as we were distracted by the supernatural occurrence, musical sonatas began to maneuver into the air. Piano sonatas, that are truly incomparable and it is the first time that I heard such perfection.

Not yonder, someone appeared out of nowhere seemingly at our backs radiating this very pure charisma as she slowly descended. Her hair is white as wool and so is her long majestic dress. In her seemingly perfect neck was a long silky Tenne, the fluffy thingy that appears on the neck of Japanese Gods, and in her back was a floating piano in arch-shape that likely served as her trademark or something.

Everyone stared in admiration as she drew closer. But, there are also a number of others who showed doubt if yet again, this is another exotic deity sent by the magistrates... Yet, I apprehend her, to be the 'Anima' that the announcer talked about earlier.

”Good day everyone. I am Amadea Mozart. I congratulate you all for taking your first steps in this realm” With a frosty voice, she spoke as her feet slowly touched the verdant ground.

She then bowed her head in front of us all with a noble manner, replacing all fear and doubts with nothing but a sense of Elegance. Amadea Mozart? Don't tell me its the same Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart?... But, a girl?