Final Vulgate: Act 1 (Diamond's Thrice)

“I SOUGHT REFUGE AND FOUND ONLY MYSELF, THUS KNOW I AM TRULY LOST…” Angel’s Voice—Imprisoned within the mansion of her memories as she desperately searched the meaning of her fragile life.The world of Vulgata enters its final hours, mankind’s knowledge pinnacles upon self-created mountains of the N.R.S. [Nature, Religion, Science], and the Houses of Iron and Cloth (East and West) remain gridlocked in a fantasy-based cold war for ideological supremacy.A Little Boy awakens from his fourteen-year slumber within the Sword of swords known as “Chivalry’s Tower”—a tower-like sword cleaved into the earth from the heavens that breached the veil in 2970 A.D., heralded as an holy ensign and divine terror amidst the creation.He is the “Male from Chivalry’s Tower”, the one whose coming draweth the curse and the miracle from nations, men, and forces unseen, all desiring the power he doth possess within his mysteriously sealed “Cedar Box” (the living memory), even that which beareth the salvation or destruction of all humanity.Prophecy and fable alike bespeak him per directions twain: for good or for evil; albeit, the Male arises with an honest hope to recall the past, to know the truth, and if blessing be more than desired dream, to find his long-lost beloved—a Little Girl who was separated from him on the day he entered the bladed-spire fourteen years prior.Alas, reality has shifted unto a dark series of events masterminded by a single and inescapable jewel known as the “Diamond’s Thrice”, which fabricates an ethereal shroud upon the whole of existence, even every human heart.Zero-Day approaches to dawn 2985 A.D., and as the time is already codified “The Fallow Year: Year of the Seed”, so does it appear the coming of the “Male from Chivalry’s Tower” shalt yield fruit meet for change.Lo, the “Diamond’s Thrice” has anticipated and well-prepared for the day of his return, wherein the Little Girl the Little Boy once knew has been woefully crafted of malevolent design…In their beginning, the Male and Female first reached to one another from the darkness of distant wombs by the light of word proper; in their ending, tragedy’s divide was founded upon the absence of birth crowned in the corrupted word of Final Vulgate.

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