A Scatter Of Light の小説・ストーリー

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

As we neared the party, I could see the flickering lights from a distance. Fairy lights hung from the trees, glowing softly like tiny stars in the night sky. They twinkled in the dark, casting a warm, magical light over everything. The tables and chairs were arranged perfectly, with crisp white tablecloths and elegant centerpieces made of candles and flowers. It all looked so beautiful and well thought out, like something out of a dream.

Stars circled around a single point. Galaxies folded inward. Possibilities converged. Then suddenly— The radiance collapsed into a single sphere. Tiny. Brilliant. Floating before Lyra and Kael. The sphere pulsed gently. Like a living heart. Then it cracked. A thin line of silver light spreading across its surface. The Heart gasped. "No way." The crack widened. The sphere trembled. Another heartbeat echoed. Then another. And another. The light burst outward. For a brief moment, nobody could see.

The floor was a whisper, a delicate balance between substance and void, and each step felt like walking on air itself. There were no stars scattered above, no constellations to guide her or trace stories across the dark. Instead, a subtle glow hovered at a distance, faint and blurred, like the soft pulse of distant city lights bleeding through a thick fog on a rainy night — diffused and ethereal, promising warmth but always just out of reach. That light was a quiet promise, a whisper of existence beyond the hollow silence that surrounded her.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I felt completely drained. I didn't want to move, so I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. When I woke up, the sky outside had already darkened. The dim yellow glow of the streetlights reflected on the window. "Hey, you're awake. Still feeling tired?" Leon asked. "What time is it?" "Still not 7:00 pm." I curled up further under the covers, and Leon switched on the light. The events of the afternoon rushed back to me. I buried my face in my hands, not wanting to get out of bed.

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

He gazed down, uncertainty crossing his face, but she hid it beneath a sudden, bright smile. They emerged from the garden, lanterns suspended like stars among the trees. Soft music was being played—a swell of violins and harp merging into lilac and orange blossom scent. All was lovely. Too lovely, perhaps. The gathering was under a canopy of twilight sky and glittering fairy lights. Crystals and white peonies glimmered on the tables. A string quartet played softly in the background as servers began to circulate wine and canapés. Everything was beautiful, spotless, like a well-rehearsed dream by someone who was desperate to impress.

I was… in a deep sleep. “Of course you were.” I sat back down, grabbed the spoon again, and finished eating before it decided to float away next time. When I was done, I leaned back, rubbing my temples. “So, what now? You got some brilliant demonic plan for us?” 《You wait.》 I sighed. As expected. Then something caught my eye. Beyond the window—far out on the water—tiny pinpricks of light were moving. Lanterns. Dozens. No, hundreds.

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.