Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The Fallen Goddess

(Huuuuu...)

On the summit, there was only the imnsity of the sky.

"...."

And on the cliff, a silent witness, Shija remained motionless, paralyzed by the image of absolute sadness emanating from lioris.

(PLASH!)

The contrast between the elental fury of the waves crashing against the rocks and the spectral stillness of the being in front of him was overwhelming.

(WHOOSH!)

The wind blew fiercely from the sea, whipping the coastal vegetation and lioris's silver hair, making it ripple around her face.

(Sssssss)

The vibrant green streaks seed almost subdued under the grayish light of the sky.

"...."

The cold, salty air stung Shija's skin, but it failed to awaken his usual alertness.

"The sound..."

Finally, lioris, keeping her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, where the blue of the ocean rged with the sky, whispered to herself.

"...that sound is so nostalgic."

Her attention was not on the clouds or the seabirds; she seed to be looking at sothing beyond plain sight, a mory, a dinsion, or perhaps the pain she had just confessed.

"The way the world simply continues..."

Her hand remained clutching her chest, and the invisible tear that made her so fragile seed not to have ceased.

"... The sa rhythm in the waves, the sa harmony in the wind... Everything flows, as if there wasn't... a huge stain right in the middle of its symphony."

Amidst the roar of the wind and the sea, lioris began to speak again, whispering, more to herself than to "soone" else.

"I hear that stain... It's the note that cannot be sustained... What I am..."

A tone of pure longing steeped every syllable.

"... It is a flaw... Isn't it, horizon...?"

She was not referring to the wind, nor the waves, but to a lody or an echo that only she could perceive in the natural cacophony.

"The Composer had his own rules."

The nostalgia in her voice was deep, sincere, and completely foreign to the capricious creature Shija knew.

"That my sound was weak... So he locked up... Do you know what the box without notes is?"

It seed like the yearning for a ho she could never recover.

"He adjusted the strings. He cut, he tuned with fire and scalpel, looking for a scale that only existed in his mind."

It was a disdain for a ho she wished to burn.

"But he failed and the lody ended..."

(Shhh... zzz...)

"There was absolute silence. A long pause, a fermata that lasted... forever."

(Swash... shhhh...)

"... Or so it should have been."

(Wuuuuh... Hsssh-wuuuuh...)

"And what does he do? He hates silence. He rewrote the coda."

(Gulp! Chhhk-gulp!)

"He forced back to the asure, to this forced repetition~"

(Fffuuuush! Sshhh-CRACK!)

"And now, my heart... does it beat to my own score?"

(CRASSSHHH! shh-gulp)

As lioris whispered her tornt, the wind and the waters seed to respond to her words.

(Rooooooooaah! WWWHHHHOOOOOSH!)

"The Composer was a demanding artist, you know?"

(Boom! ROARRR!)

The intensity of the gale tripled in an instant, making the branches of nearby trees creak, and the waves beneath the cliff swelled, crashing against the rocks with the dull fury of a giant drum.

"He wasn't satisfied with ordinary music. He was looking for... Sothing more..."

In a sweet and theatrical tone, bowing towards the void...

"And to find it... the instrunt had to be modified... Deeply."

... lioris continued, twirling around, spreading her arms.

"Oh, and how he worked on the tuning!"

The movent was elegant, but slightly forced, as if she were a toy.

"It wasn't a simple adjustnt. No. For the lody to be true, the sound box had to be opened, again, and again, and again. Broken, and glued. Broken, and glued."

Her words resonated, not only in the air, but in the very geography around them, as if reality itself felt compelled to listen to the entity's lant.

"It took a lot of glue, I assure you. A lot of patience and a total indifference to... the small cracks left in the wood."

It was at that mont that lioris stopped...

"Sotis, the instrunt wouldn't stay still. It complained. It resisted the tempo he imposed on it. And the Composer, with that terrible patience of geniuses, simply had to... eliminate the noise."

Her face was frozen in a mask of silent horror.

"The mistake had to be trampled. The Dissonance silenced. And so, he did it. Without rest!"

(CRASSSHHH!!)

The tide resonated.

"The dedication is incredible, isn't it? To compose the masterpiece, the definitive symphony that breaks all taboos, he had to build his podium on a monuntal pile of... of discarded scores."

Suddenly, she spun around. It was not a simple movent, but a slow, dramatic dance, choreographed by the fury of the gale around her.

"And finally, it worked."

Her violet and slate-gray dress swirled around her ankles like a storm cloud, and her silver hair spread out into a phantasmal fabric that the wind tried to tear.

"He succeeded!"

She danced alongside the raging wind and the furious ocean, moving her arms in a gesture of total abandonnt toward the horizon.

"And here we are, dear readers~"

A peculiar sound erged from her throat, a strange tone that hung dangerously between tears and laughter.

"What am I supposed to be?"

It was neither a clear lant nor a mocking laugh, but an expression of pain so acute that it had crossed the threshold into hysteria.

"A cold place, without sheets, where every tick-tock was a lesson in obedience~🎶"

As she danced, her face remained deliberately absent or covered by the shadow of her hair, preventing Shija from discerning her exact expression.

"Do I really look like him...?"

She was, at that mont, a force of nature in grief, a broken lody that could only express itself through dramatic movent and ambivalent sound.

"I have no idea?!"

lioris danced on the cliff edge, her laugh-cry reverberating against the roar of the sea. The wind had reached gale force, and the heavy gray sky broke open in a brutal display.

(CRACK-BOOOOM!!!)

Then a violent lightning bolt fell from the sky and crashed directly into the ocean, at a dangerous distance from the coast.

"....."

The explosion of bluish light and the deafening thunder acted as a period for the dance.

"Hey..."

Thus, lioris stopped abruptly and turned to look directly at Shija.

"!?! "

Her silver hair, soaked by the sea spray and tousled by the wind, still fell across her face, keeping her expression in an ambiguous gloom.

"What would you do...?"

The question, directed at Shija with a suddenly serene yet profound tone, took him completely by surprise.

(CRASS-SHHH!!)

The contrast with the intensified climatic chaos surrounding them, the whistling wind, the gigantic waves, and the threat of more lightning, caused a deafening roar.

"You, Shija, are a human being."

lioris, her voice barely raised above the roar of the elents, posed the question extensively, seeking an answer from the mortal perspective.

"You live a short life, fleeting in the grand sche, yet full of stimuli and a constant search for your own objective, your own 'lody'."

As she said that, she slightly tilted her head, the reptilian gold of her eye peering out from under the veil of her hair.

"Tell , little mortal..."

At that mont, Shija could not know...

"How far would you be willing to go to achieve it? What is the price you would pay to fulfill your objective?"

... That his answer at that ti and in that place would be the triggers for one of the greatest events that world would experience.

"...."

But even without knowing that, Shija remained silent for an instant.

(What should I answer?)

He was badly wounded, facing a being he could not comprehend. Yet, despite this, his answer, when it ca, was unexpectedly simple and honest.

"How far? Whatever is necessary."

And that answer...

"If my goal is to protect those I care about in my life, and if failing ans losing everything... Then I... I will forge my way through, regardless of the consequences..."

... It was a purely human answer, tinged with the pragmatic selfishness that drives mortals to survive and ascend.

"I see..."

Upon hearing the raw truth of human ambition, the entity fell silent as the intensity of the wind seed to diminish, awaiting her reaction.

"... I guess in the end."

Slowly, lioris lifted her head, allowing her silver hair to slide back.

"!?! "

For the first ti, Shija saw her face completely: there was no laughter, no cruelty, no mockery. Only an expression of utter resignation.

"I wasn't so different."

And then, without any preamble, she snapped her fingers.

(SNAP!)

The sound was faint, but it resonated in Shija's consciousness with the force of a final blow.

"Wait..."

In that instant, Shija fell, but he never touched the ground.

"It turns out I was the sa."

His body floated in the air, suspended by an invisible force before being transported back to the carriage without a trace.

"It seems that in the end, I am not so different from you... Dad."

Leaving lioris on the cliff, the wind carried her final lant, leaving only the endless roar of the ocean.

"A-Ahahaha... AHAHAHAHAHA!"

But then a strident, broken laugh began to erge from her throat...

"Hahaha, hahaha, ah, hahaha!"

As the laughter grew in intensity, her face began to change. With a terrifying and deliberate will, her expression of resignation was molded. Her lips stretched into a cheerful smile that was too wide and bright, an artificial mask of perfect happiness that did not reach the emptiness in her heterochromatic eyes.

"If that's the case~!"

With the smile now fixed in place, lioris spread her arms toward the raging ocean.

"Then all that's left for is to dance out of control until I can't anymore!!"

That was the mont a fallen goddess was born...