0. FORMAT
Ordeal Time and Type
	Name
	Ordeal Start Message

	Ordeal End Message

1. GREEN

The Dawn of Green
	Doubt
One day, a question crossed through my mind. Where do we come from? We were given life and left in this world against our own volition.

To live was a process full of pain.

The Noon of Green
	The Process of Understanding
In the end, they were bound to life. We existed only to express despair and ire.

We will understand life and the soul with our own hands.

The Dusk of Green
	Where We Must Reach
We constructed a looming tower to return whence we came.

There wasn’t an answer. We didn’t find a single thing we wanted. We only witnessed the death of life itself.

The Midnight of Green
	Helix of the End
The tower is touched by the sky, and it will leave nothing on the earth.

Who pays for the suffering and neglect of the lives given to us?

2. CRIMSON

The Dawn of Crimson
	The Cheers for the Beginning
Let us light a flame yet more radiant in our lives; for life is a candlelight, destined to snuff out one day

To live is to yearn and fight for our desires.

The Noon of Crimson
	The Harmony of Skin
We marched from time to time, and we would share our pleasure.

The collision of one life with another, skin harmonizing, painting a yet more beautiful appearance.

The Dusk of Crimson
	The Struggle at the Climax
Throwing away our old bodies, we all become one, infinitely continuing the red march.

One day we will know, and tomorrow we will march hand in hand.

3. VIOLET

The Dawn of Violet
	The Fruit of Understanding
To gain an understanding of what is incomprehensible, they dream, staring.

They complied with nothing in their bid to understand. They simply did so.

The Noon of Violet
	Grant Us Love
We could only hear the weakest and faintest of their acts. We sought for love and compassion from them.

We cannot understand them, nor will they understand us.

The Midnight of Violet
	The God Delusion
We incessantly tried to accept it. We wanted to understand them in our heads by any means, regardless of the consequences.

For the sake of not crumbling in on oneself. The idea that they may impossibly exist, or that they are unreachable and forever enigmatic no matter the path. Unacceptable…

4. AMBER

The Dawn of Amber
	The Perfect Meal
A perfect meal, an excellent substitute.

We ate incessantly to live. The inevitable diminution, the waste…

The Dusk of Amber
	The Food Chain
To accustom oneself to the taste was an inevitable process.

We could live. We could continue eating.

The Midnight of Amber
	The Eternal Meal
They fought amongst themselves to eat the others.

And the stronger side survived. That, simply, is the story.

5. INDIGO

The Noon of Indigo
	The Sweepers
When night falls in the Backstreets, they will come.

When the sun rises anew, not a scrap will remain.