A vision

You float through the world of dreams, searching for a thread of an answer to cling to. For the longest, in your dream, it feels as if the search is in vain, until... you hear the sound of music.

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White-gloved hands move along a piano's ivory keys, each stroke bringing a note into existance, each note like a raindrop in a cold, winter shower. You see Artifour di Surveil playing the piano in a small, dark room. A private study, perhaps. The constant smug expression from his fight with you all earlier gone, now replaced with one of concentration and frustration. His Meowstics sit near him, the female still scarred almost beyond recognition from Grayson's attack. But with each stroke of the piano's keys, a mote of light, a drop of water, swirl around the meowstic.

And then the vision becomes less literal. The light fades into an ocean of stars. Bright white stars, yellow ones, red and twinkling blue. Millions of them. A man in a porcelain mask floats among them, searching. Desperately searching. Words engraved on the surface of each star, but blinding to read. He feverishly searches for the answers to many things. He searches for name of new adversaries. He searches for their fates. He searches for hints of a future he cannot see, despite the vast psychic powers he's given himself via runes. He searches for a soul long lost to him, the memory stirring to the forefront from the stinging words of the purple-haired gunslinger. A wound freshly opened. An utter blackness in the sea of stars begins to devour all light. All hope, all futures. He knows he must hurry as well. The darkness is his own doing. It is waiting for him. And yet, he knows, it will swallow him too. So he must hurry...

He stands in front of a squadron of dragons, their leader a white-haired woman with a heart firmly set on leading her homeland to victory. The winds of fate blow strongly, disturbing the faces, the colors, the futures, but her light burns bright. He cautions her. He warns of a greater danger than even the return of the tyrant king. He urges her to go forth and seek the heavens.

In the room with the piano, the meowstic's flesh has knit, its form normalized. Several patches of hair still missing, but for the first time since the battle, at peace. She drifts to sleep herself, leaving the masked man to concentrate. He once more looks among the stars.

It is a long effort, one he thought may have been futile. But finally he finds the stars in the sky with the words engraved upon them that he sought.

Tenju - The Star of Longevitiy. Lekha Satyasvapna

Chimou - The Ferocious Star. Somalakshmi Pari

Chikou - The Wild Star. Katsuo Nightarrow

Tenshou - The Wounded Star. Iltani Isaacs

Tenkai - The Chief Star of Heaven - Cornell Nolgranda

And only was it then that he began to realize exactly what he had found, written on those Stars of Destiny. The wheel of fate was beginning to turn once more. Would they be able to find justice in this world? Or...

The blackness of the night sky looomed ever over the light of the stars.