# FIRST MOVEMENT #
The spotlight lit up once again in the dark room. The piano was situated at the very center, just as before. But this time, an old brass music box was placed tentatively on top, right next to a blank music sheet.
Once again, the sound of a chair being moved reverberated in the mostly empty space, and a set of metallic hands reached for the keyboard.
"I sense a change in the air." A voice said, as before emotion completely absent, "Our heroes have done it. Infrastructure is freed, and life is beginning to reawaken."
The hands began to play the piano experimentally once more, but stopped almost immediately as the being seemed dissatisfied with the result.
"Infrastructure… the children of the earth had it too. But their foundations were built on money, power, and fear. When judgement was cast upon them, they failed to reach out to one another, all thought being to save themselves. Selfish fools…"
The iridescent eyes in the dark snapped open, as the being seemed to have had an epiphany. Reaching for the music box, the hands opened a lid on the small brass box. Within the box, a figurine of a small angel began to turn, as an enigmatic yet empty tune filled the room.
"The children of the sea… they have infrastructure too. But what have they done with it? That fool, the urchin dressed in flamboyant garbs, society was what bred him to become a destroyer. They were no better than the ones that came before… even now as the freezing mist grasps their very being."
Seemingly inspired by the tune from the music box, the being began to play the piano once more, the sound complementing the tune played by the music box. The being's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, seemingly content.
"A chance. There are still three chances for them to redeem themselves. Perhaps, their brothers in arms will prove to be worthy. Deep… deep down in the fiery abyss."
The music box finished playing, the angel figurine slowing into a standstill, and stopped entirely. The spotlight shut off, once more the only source of light being the mysterious figure in the center.
"The first movement… is over. May the second movement be as grandiose a performance as the last. Let the story… resume."
The being vanished, as if it had never existed. The room is plunged into nothingness.