Snippet #768625

The normal hustle of bustle of activity of earth was trading from the east to the west as the earth revolved upon its axis. It was here, on this little planet that all dimensionals started from; as mere humans. It was also here, that the hiccup had originated as well. The city of New York, the big apple, was where many dimensionals were located and often converged together during councils. Of late, these meetings and convergences were less and less often as a rift has appeared among them. Half of which believed that the song has become corrupted and chaotic, wanting to start anew. On the other side of that rift were those who fought to protect the Conductor and the song.

Skirmishes between the two sides were few, and often overlooked by those that were unaware; humans. Both were often busy, one running around the world, looking for the secret of discovering the space where the song was writing, and the other attending to their original purpose; to help those unaware avoid complete catastrophic events.

However, more recently, the one side seeking to destroy and rewrite the song (Now calling themselves the Composers) were getting close to the secrets of the universe. It is only a matter of time before they have unlocked the final piece of the puzzle.

The Dimensionals still true to their duty have been strained in numbers, several of them abandoning the Unawares to perhaps delay the Composers or convince them of their wrongs.

On the corner of two rather busy streets, it was quite cold on this rush-hour morning. Somewhere, the shrill ringing of a high E-flat rings; an up-coming disaster was to take place.