Canto Cutie - Volume 2

When a Fisheye is cooked, the transparent crystal shrinks and transforms into an
elastic white bead. Tasteless and functionless, it becomes a by-product that is never
used. Yet with the appearance of a sphere and smell of the ocean, the Fisheye
becomes a coarse replica that has been called the Pearl.
Behold, and bow before thy precious Pearl!
Flashbacks flooded ANON’s mind. It was when the meteorites first hit the city. Eyes
were marching through the streets, chanting as meteorites burst into flames, passing
through space. They had been causing uproars, determined to spread their beliefs
across the region. Carnival. Cannibal. The parade was nothing but chaos.
Granny once said that the city was well-known for holding a Pearl of Orient. The pearl
sat in the middle of the region, guarding the city from hazards and decay with a
sprawling nacre and a rusty shell. Over the century, people would travel miles to see
the prosperous, flourishing legend. But the Pearl of Orient seemed to have lost its
lustre, no longer protecting the people nowadays. In this unsettling era, the city
becomes everything but a “Legend”. The future is dead: It has reached a point of no
return towards dystopia. The phenomenon is apocalyptic. The metropolis has become
more deadly than it can ever be. Some may even say this is the start of doomsday.
There has been an increasing amount of capsaicin rain in the region. Irritation and
temporary blindness caused by the toxic rain may last from 30 minutes to a few