A celestial song's echo pervaded every phenomena and noumena in existence, manifesting in a myriad of different forms. Only some could not just hear, but listen to the one primordial melody which blossomed into a symphony that animated the entire cosmos. To prevent the End of Days to descend upon mankind, five extraordinary individuals from across the world received the message of the melodies, guiding each of them to the place where existence first bursted into being.
The five of them emerged from the waking world into the one ensnared in its own divine dream. It was as if their ghosts emerged out of deep waters, finally receiving everything so clearly without their mind's splintering into a million pieces.
They looked at one another, noticing how each came from another part of the world. Despite never having seen a person with such features, they all felt like they were staring into a mirror, unified as kindred spirits. No exchange of words were needed, for the music enveloping them said it all.
Looking around, they could only receive what was given to their senses by seeing a fractal arrangement of clockwork instruments breathing around them, turning and clicking in a way that made the music feel infinitely long paired with the serenity of eternal silence. In group, they explored the realm, walking towards endless beginnings in an eternal end.
All of life's great elements blossomed forth in the realm beyond realms like a celestial garden, giving birth to everything imaginable and unimaginable. In this realm, they felt at one with all; they conquered the cosmos in their heart of hearts, dancing with death to the music of life. They gradually grew more intoxicated by the fragrance of infinity the more they wandered, losing their sense of motion until they became pure being.
Their individual, unique lives flashes before their eyes, together with the unique lives of every other human being on earth. In the coalescence of consciousness, it was revealed to them that, despite the myriad of differences, there was an unbroken unity in the form of an immaculate harmony. The harmonious chaos devoured their psyches, endowing them the grace of stars.
The complex machinations within them producing the music which molded them melted into the myriad of machinations of the realm. The unique melody of their minds guided them all to one particular location which unfolded before them as if it was always present within them. Mariangiola, one of the five exiles, laid her hands upon the key winder, twisting it while simultaneously twisting her very being into a shapeless shape, a pure form. When she finished the motion, she stepped back, seeing how the material of her hands warped and faded into the song coming from the celestial music box she just awakened. But it was always awake, always asleep. It was only then that they opened their eyes to its existence.
A figure taking the grotesque shape of the perfect human leapt out of the melody of the beautifully shaped music box, carving their fingers into the ribcage of one of them and ripping them in two. Akegarasu, who was once an herbalist from the thalassic lands, became transfigured into a twin god which governed the duality and contradictions ripe within life. The turquoise eyes of the being landed on Amilcare, lunging towards them like lightning. Using the wisdom he received from the fay of old, he summoned a pair of glasslike wings from his back to gather the speed to evade the creature's attacks. But the wings shattered like stars as it ripped them from his back, summoning a wave of blood that carried the history of life within it. He, too, became transfigured into the form of a colossal avian whose birdsong echoed the primordial melody, but with a layer of intense anguish and sorrow, reflecting the melancholy and madness staining the human condition. Amilcare's feathers radiated like embers, coloring beauty, awe and dread into every facet of the universe.
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Mariangiola shrieked in horror, piercing only her own soul in doing so. She fought off the being's assault, but inevitably lost to it, taking the opportunity to gaze deeply into its eyes. In the universe of turquoise, she became possessed by the most raw element of existence and non-existence, making her the apostle of madness. With a primordial rage, she howled, disintegrating into nothingness to become one with everything as a goddess of madness, absurdity and the indomitable drive towards pure annihilation. Her left eye became stained with a vibrant turquoise as her left remained a heavenly blue.
A young girl by the name of Primula became devoured by a pure awe devoid of prejudice or prejudgements. She embodied the raw feeling without it getting swallowed by a fraction of life's deceptions. The shadowy figure was aback by this embodiment of the absolute, getting down on one knee and giving her a kiss on the forehead to give her the grace she deserved. The girl became a goddess of innocence, awe, purity and the pinnacle of primordial music. Noticing the shadow of the abyss that stalked not only her ghost, but the ghosts of mankind, the turquoise being paired her with an eternal friend; the absolute darkness from which she could see a plethora of things within. But in the end, the darkness remains, smiling.
The last of the remaining exiles, Eustorgio, crumbled to the floor, shaking uncontrollably. With his forehead pressed upon the endless sea of clockwork, he begged the creature to show him mercy, voice broken with tears. He prayed to every god he heard of and every notion he could think of in the name of self-preservation. Repulsed by the scent of his myriad of empty prayers borne out of despair and selfishness, the turquoise humanoid ripped his tongue out. Still, the din of his despair echoed out of his mouth in a cry and his bloody pleas dripped through the cogs and pinions of the cosmos. The last exile became the god of meaninglessness.
The turquoise-eyed creature looked around itself and saw the ripest souls rot beneath its being. Its balmy laughter harmonized seamlessly with the music of the cosmos, unleashing its own existence and non-existence beautifully. At the end of its laughing fit, the soul of the five exiles crystalized before it in the form of five coins. Cupped in its hand, it whispered into it an undying promise fueled by the breath of life.
"One day, there will come a being that will be the death of death and grant me salvation. They will walk a fivefold path rich with totality, gradually becoming until they blossom wholly. I, in my endless end, will wait for that glorious day."