*Prologue – *Scent of Color**
They say angels don't bleed.
They say humans don't fly.
But no one speaks of two little black boys—
one cloaked in silence,
the other stitched to the rot of earth,
sharing one heartbeat beneath a sky that never forgives.
One was born with wings—
not the feathered kind from children's tales,
but wings carved from silence,
shaped by exile, agony, and something older than time.
He was *Asa*.
And he could make the wind forget its name.
The other, *Noru*—
was a boy with soil in his blood
and stars gnawing through his dreams.
A smile too soft for the world,
eyes too deep for safety.
Asa taught Noru how to steal stars.
They ran beneath a dying sky,
through alleys soaked in forgotten lullabies,
where shadows whispered things that made grown men weep.
They danced in the dark,
barefoot and burning—
as if fate couldn't see them yet.
But angels, they say, must never love too deeply.
Especially not a child cursed by color.
And Asa—
he loved Noru more than Heaven permitted.
He loved him beyond flesh,
beyond fate.
Then one night,
when the sky cracked open like bone,
Asa pulled Noru into his arms and whispered,
*"Let me show you where the colors dream..."*
Asa fell—
not for sin,
not for rage—
but for loving too much.
The stars turned their backs.
The Veilrealm wept.
And when Asa's wings were ripped from his soul,
he screamed not in pain…
but in silence.
Because grief, when pure enough, makes no sound.
What no one knew—
what no one *dared* to know—
was that Noru was never truly human.
And Asa was never truly an angel
The world had lied.
The gods had lied.
And in the end, it wasn't Heaven that bled first.
It was Earth.(lomohara)