Collinadiluche.
The ancient capital was the jewel of the 11th Floating Island, and boasted one of the richest histories in the entirety of Regul Aire. Many a poet had dedicated odes to its beauty, splendor, and glory, and as many playwrights had also chosen its streets as a stage to portray tales of romance, comedy and tragedy.
Continue reading “[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 2 Part 4: The Young Man in a Black Suit”Incidentally, Tiat Shiba Ignareo was rather fond of fictional stories.
On the 68th Floating Island, there was a small, old cinema in the beastman village not far from the fairy warehouse. The young Tiat had, many times, shamelessly begged the adults at the warehouse to bring her there.
True to their name, recording crystals were special pieces of quartz that could record and store the scenes around them. The cinema’s equipment allowed the stories locked within them to be displayed in front of one’s eyes, bringing to life a vast assortment of dramas, each set in different corners of the world featuring actors of all shapes and sizes. Within them there was love, dreams, hope, and adventure—all of which enraptured her.
Most of those films were set in the city of Collinadiluche. Just as she had once been mesmerized by those stories, so too had she been captivated by the city depicting them. Yet, all she held were mixed feelings in the present.
Continue reading “[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 2 Part 3: Reunion”Beyond the mirror stood a strange man.
Though it seemed like the stuff of an adolescent dream, that was the undeniable truth. When Feodor peered into the mirror, someone quite unlike himself was looking back at his face as well.
Black hair, black eyes. Markless. A face without ambition. Tall, wearing a black military uniform. He wanted to say that it was just an unknown face, but it was not. A few days ago, to his astonishment, Feodor had seen it once in the depths of the Pickle Barrel. Inside the box with the tag “Dead Black Agate”, which he’d opened thinking it was the Shiantor’s corpse.
Feodor had watched the man’s frozen corpse rest as if he were asleep.
“―Who… what are you?”
Continue reading “[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 2 Part 2: Feodor Jessman”
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