The steaming , gut warming food was better than Neon expected , she give the plate back to the waiter , just as the waiter walks away , a person cat-quitely places their body next to her.

On the seat next to her is a female , dressing in a color that would blend her into the woods if she was being chased, her hairs are white , white like the milky way , she is old,indeed , Neon toughts.

Before Neon's head was activated , the lady speaks up.

''Greetings , are you new here? You can call me as Tavia''

Neon did not answer , not because she doen't want to , but she didn't got the chance.

A frozen coversation needs an icebreaker and a broken wall needs a hammer , so the icebreaker came , it melts the wall , bringing the absolute madness.

The horror mid-breakfast is as terrifying as eating a rotten body of your family after witnessing their death.

In this case , noone has a choise but run.

The scent of spices and foods quickly replaces with the smell of rotten fish and blood.

Neon looks around , her realm arts are ready , she tries to turn herself invisible , but she can't , simply can't , the strange , head trembling feeling is corrupting her sanity , she could barely take control of her body.

The never-seen creature streches its body , like it just woke up , its instinct tells them that the thing one started must end.

Scream fills the room with its echo , tourturing Neon's eardrum while she is stunned out of fear of strangeness.

Fragments of past emaerges to her head , prehaps to everyones head.

Past ins't always sweet or charming , it could be hideous , especially when its not yours.

The driking of ungodly oozes , massacring an organisation for an mythical item , and the lists goes on , most of the emerging past aren't pleasing.

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She took a look at that thing , something acends from her deep memory , something from her childhood.

Neon wasn't the biggest fan of fishes , unlike other kid who disliked fish because of its spike , she feared the creatures of waters because .... because of her house diety , the woman with fish's trails.

Run or die , such words floats up to Neon's mind.

She starts to accelarate , racing towards the hallway.

But no matter how fast she runs , she will always stay in the same distance to the thing.

Faster , she thinks to herself.

The same process repeats for another ten or twenty times , every moment her foot reaches to the doorframe , she returns to the same spot.

''Ghoust knocking'' , prehaps this is how she will tell the story to Acryl , but first she hast to survive.

The flesh of that thing reached to Neon's back , touching her spine like a gardener that plans to breake that one praticular branch.

''I'm dead , i'm dead , i'm dead'' She toughts

A moth , brown moth bumps into her left eye , Neon closes her eye by instict , but she did not see darkness , instead , she finds herself inside a bronze forged observatory.

The same woman she met sits next to the instrument that projects its couriosity to the deep sky.

''The moth is a temperatory reality bender , a realm arts inspired by my teacher'' Tavia said in a casual tone , looking at Neon.

''Run you clever girl'' Tavia says as the bronze citadel rusts and lets her back to reality.

The distance between her and the thing enlargers , Neon runs as fast as she could.

With enoght distance , her late-comming realm arts activates.

Neon chose to run to the room , to meet up with Acryl.

Well... maybe its not the best choise.

The thing thats burns Neon's brain by looking stands next to the room's door.

A hole or a scar pops at the surface Neon is standing on , she falls straight down , after a few second that felt like centuries for her , she lands on a place of ''blue box'' that she haven't been before.

Well... to Neon , it isn't important that where she is now , but how to get out or meet up with others.

She opens her eyes wide , turning her head around , while trying to be quite as possible.

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Grand dome , Euth , ''Nut house''.

Blood colors the floor , a smell of iron rust roams around the cafeteria , in the middle of it stands two person , one on their knees and one standing.

''Brother , did do the right thing?I-i killed them , all of them'' Says the person on their knee , his cloth is stained by bloods and other body fluids.

"With...the...servent of out Mother."

''Of course my brother , they are a cancerous cell of the world.''

The bloods decends revealing whats under it , a giant circle inside another circle and another...

The person standing bends , changing the centre of his weight to one knee , his arms wie open , like a flower or a skeleton frozen in the last moment of its life.

"Oh, mother of all, sprout your seeds, rooting the past for those beyond, our era must return!"