In Act Series
Veille Symphony
In Act Series #1 | On-Going
The reform of art in all ways possible sounded absurd for Lavien Rosette. After hearing that a mere piece of painting from a rebel painter could cause a revolution and could possibly destroy the government, she was astonished. For sure, the power that a painting could hold wouldn't cause such an impact yet she was wrong.
Meeting a boy with contradictory beliefs stunned her. For him, every stroke of the brush on his newly-proclaimed canvas needs to have a diction on what should and shouldn't be placed. He needs to create a revolution. He needs to create an uproar to awaken the colors behind the canvas. He is adamant to show how art could influence and create another meaning.
And she hated him because he is oozing with the word that she doesn't want.
She hated how he carries his passion as if it was his glorious wing. She hated how he was unnerved on such inflicting incidents that could possibly cause the disarray of his passion because, since time immemorial, Lavien Rosette only wanted one thing: the perfection of her pirouettes. Pursuing the art league as a prima ballerina was fulfilling and she had no regrets. But ever since that day happened, her attraction turned into ashes, her love for the stage lost its spark, her skin started to dread the fabric. And it would only take a little time before she loses her passion... before she loses herself.
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Milieu Melody
In Act Series #2 | Soon
Xeverna Lael didn't know that her brief attraction to the notes she intake would lure her away from success. The loss of resources she could get to extend her needs brought her to the edge and the destruction of her peak. She didn't want to give up this attraction, but knowing how little she could grasp from the limitless boundaries of this career forced her to be in the middle and seek for the knowledge as she steps forward. After another wave of what seemed to be hopeless, her answer was served in a silver platter.
Desinence Fidelity
In Act #3 | Soon
Versechia knew that surviving in this world would be critical. Everyone would be a judge of their own works, everyone would allow anyone to step on their piece to reach the zenith of their career. Straying away from their passion would leave them nothing but ashes, but how could it be if there were no place for them to seek? Her battle, would be his battle. Her downfall would be his downfall because together, they are the universe.
