Altar of Mnemosyne
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen.
Right on this occasion, I shall tell you a tale about a young boy as he went on his journey to reveal the mystery of this world called Eos. Hailed as the genius of the century at a tender age of 14. Alas, Arthur Rolyn was but a mere teenager, bounded to do foolish and reckless actions.
Everything started from when he was forced to stop his almost finished research from lack of funds, he had to reluctantly substituted his professor to attend the first voyage's celebration of the luxurious cruise ship Lady Celine, not knowing that his decision had foretold constant incidents and misfortunes that should befall him.
On his journey, he would meet comrades and enemies. Coming in term with the past that had haunted him for a very long time. And in the end, Arthur had to doubt whether his conviction was truly correct.
Within the vortex of superpowers that brought upon destruction on the bearer, would Arthur finally find the peace he had been seeking?
Now then, ladies and gentlemen.
The narrator, that is I, shall bring you the story, witnessed from the sacred sanctuary of memory. Fret not, for I shall accompany you as you witness the story unfold.
The curtain have risen and I shall retreat to the side. May the Goddess of the Moon, Guardian of All Memories, bless you on this moonlit night.
Best wishes to you,
From,
'The Original'
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