Asterion Fall
Time stopped in the fog of Kairos.
Here at the Academy of Arts, the Nimphs, the companions of the deposed Godship of Chronos, have worked out for centuries the skill of painting, sculpture, and music.
The devastating impact of the meteorite on the island was averted by the gods Olympus Chronos, of the last time-restraint forces.
Only Eria, who had long been expelled from the Academy, the younger Nimfa, who suddenly found herself in Kairos, is not subject to stasis.
Kairos balances beauty with decay — the Academy does not lose its greatness in stasis, and the air has an echo of forgotten melodies.
The island is waiting. Paints are dry, strings are torn, nymphs are like unfinished sketches.
But somewhere in the deep part of the island, there’s a slight bang of a brush on a palette…
It’s Eria who’s starting to draw again.
