**Date: 15th Day of the Storm Season
**Year: 875 of the New Era of Radio**
**Location: Planet of Ciggerate**
A Child sitting near the window,At the age of 7, Miezaru was a curious and innocent child, often found listening to music on the radio while engrossed in her father's workbooks on mechanical delusion—a fascinating blend of magic and engineering. as she was going through the graphs and drawings of machines. Spoiled and ambitious, she dreamed of becoming a successful salesperson. She had black, cascading hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders and large, inquisitive gray eyes that sparkled with excitement whenever she learned something new.
"Miezaru, what are you reading now?" her father asked, noticing her deep concentration. He was a tall man with a strong build, his hands rough from years of engineering work. His hair was a dark brown, and his eyes, the same gray as Miezaru's, were filled with warmth.
"Your workbook on mechanics delusion, Papa! It's so interesting. I want to sell amazing things like these one day." Miezaru replied enthusiastically.
Her father chuckled. "You've got big dreams, little one."
One afternoon, dark clouds gathered ominously outside, and a fierce storm began to brew. Her father and mother rushed to close the windows, bewildered by the sheer size of the storm. Miezaru's mother, a kind woman with a gentle face framed by soft, black hair, moved quickly around the house. Her eyes, a striking blue, were filled with worry.
"Miezaru, help us close the windows!" Her mother called urgently.
"Okay, Mama!" Miezaru shouted back, running to the nearest window. As the paper on the desk got blown away outside the window,.
Location: Plant Ciggerate, Abandoned Castle of Queen Gorggrea
Meanwhile, on the other side of Cigarette, in a ruined land, ghouls clearing a desolate area also noticed the darkening sky. These ghouls, with their pallid skin and glowing red eyes, in their humanoid form with wings, paused their work to look up in confusion.
"What's with this storm? "One ghoul grunted, looking up.
"No idea. Never seen anything like it," another replied, eyes wide.
"Guys, look, I found a wardrobe—woah, whats with the sky?" The third ghoul arrived and said
Location: Plant Ciggerate, Awaroan Sea
Under the deep sea
The Fismem, humanoid fish creatures with scales that shimmered in various hues, paused in their activities to watch the approaching tempest. Their eyes, large and adapted to the dark depths, reflected the growing concern.
"Look at the sky," one Fismem pointed out. "It's unnatural.. Did the big guy leave the barricades again?"
"I don't know; last time I checked, it was asleep. We should go deeper," another suggested nervously.
Location: Planet Ciggerate, Abandoned Tower of Delusions
Atop a mysterious tower, a solitary figure sat smoking by the window, observing the storm's advance with keen interest—she was the?. Her long, flowing robes and ethereal presence made her appear otherworldly. Her eyes, a deep violet, seemed to pierce through the storm itself.
"Well, this is intriguing," she mused to herself, taking a drag from her cigarette. "I wonder what's causing it." "Did they start already?" As she questioned another mysterious person behind her
As the storm intensified, its winds howled and swirled, soon engulfing the entire planet. All eyes, from the ruins to the depths of the ocean to the highest tower, were fixated on the unprecedented event that would forever alter the course of Planet Ciggerate.
"Papa, why is this storm so big?" Miezaru asked, clutching her father's arm.
"I don't know, Miezaru," he replied, concern etched on his face. "But stay close. We'll get through this."
Meanwhile, in the Empire of Alluzions, King Onve watched from his throne room as the dark clouds spread, covering his entire kingdom and beyond. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, his gaze fixed on the ominous sky.
A soldier, accompanied by a machine delusion worker, entered the throne room and bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty," the soldier began, "as requested, we have used the Unbecoming Unseen Fate,or The Slumbering Fate to forecast the weather. Its divination has revealed that these dark clouds will remain over us until the autumn falls."
King Onve frowned, leaning forward. "What does this mean for our kingdom?"
The machine delusion worker stepped forward, adjusting his spectacles nervously. "Sire, the prolonged storm could have severe impacts on our agriculture and trade. We must prepare for potential food shortages and disruptions in our supply chains."
The king sighed heavily. "This is grave news indeed. We must inform the council and make immediate preparations. Send out a decree to all regions to conserve resources and prepare for the worst."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the soldier and the worker replied in unison before hurrying out of the throne room.
As the storm continued to rage, King Onve couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something far more significant and sinister. As he tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, his brow furrowed in concern.
The doors to the throne room swung open, and Queen Pearea entered gracefully. She wore a flowing gown of deep blue, matching her serene yet determined expression. Her emerald-green eyes held a reassuring glint as she approached the king.
"Do not worry, my love," she said softly. "Have faith in Seciggrate. The goddess will surely help us."
Before King Onve could respond, the sound of running footsteps echoed through the hall. Three children burst into the throne room. The eldest, Doinos, at thirteen, wore royal clothes befitting his status. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his blue eyes shone with determination. He had an air of responsibility about him, though his youth still showed in his features.
The youngest, Zenis, was a playful six-year-old with tousled blond hair and bright green eyes that mirrored his mother's. His mischievous grin hinted at his love for adventure and fun.
Their sister, the middle child adopted at age ten, was named Anara. She had wavy auburn hair and hazel eyes, a striking contrast to her brothers. Anara's demeanor was more composed, though her eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity.
Doinos and Zenis were engaged in a playful scuffle, teasing each other about who was the stronger Gunslinger. Zenis, with his usual exuberance, declared, "I'm stronger, Doinos! Just wait and see!"
Doinos laughed, ruffling Zenis' hair. "In your dreams, little brother."
Anara sighed and turned to Queen Elara, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Mother, can you please make them stop? They're always fighting."
Queen Elara smiled gently. "Boys, enough. We have more important matters to attend to."
King Onve, though still worried, couldn't help but smile at his children's antics. "Listen to your mother, and behave yourselves."
Doinos and Zenis immediately stopped, standing at attention. Anara took her place beside her mother, looking up at her father with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
King Onve turned his attention back to the darkening skies outside. "We must trust in Seciggrate. This storm feels different. We need to be prepared for whatever comes."
Queen Elara nodded in agreement, her hand resting gently on his arm. "We will get through this, together."
The children looked on, their earlier playfulness replaced with a sense of seriousness as they realized the gravity of the situation. The storm outside continued to rage, but within the throne room, the royal family stood united, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As time never rewinds and flowing water never stops, as rain comes and goes, the entire planet of Ciggerate is covered with storms.
**Date: June 15, 2009**
**Location: Planet Earth, Seoul, South Korea**
In a modest apartment in the bustling city of Seoul, Rahul, an Indian man in his early 40s with a neatly trimmed mustache, was making tea in the kitchen. The aromatic scent of chai filled the air as he carefully poured the hot liquid into two cups.
"Perfect," Rahul murmured to himself, satisfied with the brew. He placed the cups on a tray and carried them to the living room, where his Korean friend, Officer Jae-Hyun, was hunched over a pile of case files.
"Chai's ready," Rahul announced, setting the tray down on the coffee table.
Jae-Hyun, a diligent and determined police officer in his 20s, looked up and smiled. "Thanks, Rahul. Just what I needed."
Rahul handed him a cup. "You know, Jae, you should come to India sometime. I will show you around there and give you classic stall chai. Ah, also, any progress on the missing persons case?"
Jae-Hyun sighed, taking a sip of the chai. "Not much. It's like they vanished into thin air. No leads, no witnesses."
Rahul took a seat across from him, his expression thoughtful. "It's strange. The number of disappearances has increased drastically in the past few months. There has to be a connection."
Jae-Hyun nodded. "I agree. But without any solid evidence, we're stuck."
Rahul leaned back, thinking aloud. "We need to find a pattern. Something's missing. Maybe a common place they visited or a person they all knew."
Jae-Hyun tapped his pen against the file. "I've been going through their phone records and bank statements, but nothing unusual has come up yet."
Rahul took a deep breath, the weight of the unsolved case pressing on his shoulders. "We'll figure it out. We have to. For their families."
Jae-Hyun nodded, determination in his eyes. "Your right. We won't stop until we find them."
As they sat in silence, sipping their chai, the storm outside began to intensify, with dark clouds looming ominously over the city. The same storm that was brewing over
The planet Cigarette, unnoticed by the two men, connected their world in ways they couldn't yet comprehend. Next Day.