LC Ordeals
Amber
The Dawn of Amber
“The Perfect Food”
— A perfect meal, an excellent substitute.
— We ate incessantly to live. The inevitable diminution, the waste…
The Dusk of Amber
“The Food Chain”
— To accustom oneself to the taste was an inevitable process.
— We could live. We could continue eating.
The Midnight of Amber
“The Eternal Meal”
— They fought amongst themselves to eat the others.
— And the stronger side survived. That, simply, is the story.
Crimson
The Dawn of Crimson
“The Cheers for the Beginning”
— Let us light a flame yet more radiant in our lives; for life is a candlelight, destined to snuff out one day.
— To live is to yearn and fight for our desires.
The Noon of Crimson
“The Harmony of Skin”
— We marched from time to time, and we would share our pleasure.
— The collision of one life with another, skin harmonizing, painting a yet more beautiful appearance.
The Dusk of Crimson
“The Struggle at the Climax”
— Throwing away our old bodies, we all become one, infinitely continuing the red march.
— One day we will know, and tomorrow we will march hand in hand.
Green
The Dawn of Green
“Doubt”
— One day, a question crossed through my mind. Where do we come from? We were given life and left in this world against our own volition.
— To live was a process full of pain.
The Noon of Green
“The Process of Understanding”
— In the end, they were bound to life. We existed only to express despair and ire.
— We will understand life and the soul with our own hands.
The Dusk of Green
“Where We Must Reach”
— We constructed a looming tower to return whence we came.
— There wasn’t an answer. We didn’t find a single thing we wanted. We only witnessed the death of life itself.
The Midnight of Green
“Helix of the End”
— The tower is touched by the sky, and it will leave nothing on the earth.
— Who pays for the suffering and neglect of the lives given to us?
Indigo
The Noon of Indigo
“The Sweepers”
— When night falls in the Backstreets, they will come.
— When the sun rises anew, not a scrap will remain.
Violet
The Dawn of Violet
“The Fruit of Understanding”
— To gain an understanding of what is incomprehensible, they dream, staring.
— They complied with nothing in their bid to understand. They simply did so.
The Noon of Violet
“Grant Us Love”
— We could only hear the weakest and faintest of their acts. We sought for love and compassion from them.
— We cannot understand them, nor will they understand us.
The Midnight of Violet
“The God Delusion”
— We incessantly tried to accept it. We wanted to understand them in our heads by any means, regardless of the consequences.
— For the sake of not crumbling in on oneself. The idea that they may impossibly exist, or that they are unreachable and forever enigmatic no matter the path. Unacceptable…
White
The Dawn of White
“A Request”
— From meaningless errands, to exploration, to contract killing; they will do whatever you wish, so long as you pay them sufficiently.
— They work in the Offices, Syndicates, and the Wings. Their tasks vary from banal things to something truly sublime.
The Noon of White
“Armaments”
— They search constantly, be it for the Backers of the Wings, the Inventions of the Backstreets, the Reliques of the Outskirts, the Artefacts of the Ruins…
— As they have always done, they will overcome all that impedes them, weapons in hand.
The Dusk of White
“The Fixers”
— The colossal tower of light was titled The Library. It is only natural for the Fixers to be drawn to such a mystic place of life and death.
— Bookhunters… One day they will rummage through The Library reigned over by the Pale Librarian. They are what shall become of the Fixers.
The Midnight of White
“The Claw”
— To know and manipulate all the secrets of the world; that is the privilege of the Head, the Eye, and the Claws. It is their honor and absolute power.
— No one dares to stand against them. As long as they exist, the tale of the Nest will never reach its close.