Canto Cutie - Volume 2

These miscellaneous objects stack upon each other, forming an extremely
unstable but irresistibly beautiful composition.
ANON climbs up some crackly old stairs and finds herself lost in the attics
overwhelmed with archival materials. Ancient weapons are neatly displayed
on walls whilst in the middle sits the most powerful of them all. Hundreds and
thousands of writings and drawings, each and every kind, all casting the same
spells and effects. ANON assumes that documenting this collection would take
a massive effort, though it only represents a small fraction of the historical
event that produced them.
Words and images— the most gentle yet powerful weapons ever created in this
world. Somehow a few anonymous bards had survived from the catastrophes
and were able to secretly record and preserve what they could. The prints
safely avoided weather stains, burning massacres, and countless instances of
censorship from the Eyes. They survived against all odds to tell the new
generation, people like ANON, stories of the Bible, the Catastrophes, the Dead
Sea, stories of the Fisheye and the Pearl of Orient, and stories of a mysterious
city that has been demolished and rebuilt. The forbidden city where ANON now
stands upon.
It mustn’t be exposed. Not until the time is right.
History is the best inheritance given by the ancestors, yet what is le! will
forever remain a secret in the shop’s hidden attic. ANON never knew these
dark ages of her city. She feels like she is reading some kind of surreal fictional
stories, or some stories from another parallel existence. The information goes
against what she has been previously taught. She isn’t sure who to believe
anymore. It is certainly an unsettling and strange feeling. As if she isn’t meant
to experience any of this. It’s a name that should not be mentioned, a beauty
that should not be obtained.
As ANON struggles to figure out what to do with the remains, a melancholic
melody starts playing as something else comes in from a mobile device stuck
on the wall.
Can anyone hear me?
... The end.
The formation of a pearl is highly sophisticated. It involves the acceptance of
a killing pain. Reluctantly, the body treats this pain with patience and
tolerance, wrapping up the irritant with layers of nacre, forming the most
unique and free-form of beauty you can ever find in this world.
Have you heard about it? A mythological Bird spotted in the region.
ANON inattentively pulled up her rod as she listened to the other fishermen