"Andrieko! Slow down!" A melodious voice called out, its tone like echoes from a stringed lyre. His long white hair, cascading down his back, mirrored the hues of the endless realm, swirling with the wind as he ran.
Like sweet thoughts in a dream, the scene was all so effervescent it seemed unreal. And like a scratched record, the image before quivered with the sight of a bloodied Andrieko lying lifeless.
Red dyed the scene, and like crimson tide, it bled into the ever-so-beautiful violet apollos, discoloring their delicate beauty.
"A-andrieko?" the melodious voice faltered, breaking upon witnessing the gory scene. And before on could fully grasp the horror, the vibrant hues drained from the vast realm, replaced by a sky consumed by a crimson tide.
