In the depths devoid of sky and earth, Evanescia was lost for a time, only to awaken once more. Much like the branches and leaves of a tree, they wither, only to grow anew.
Another Flourishing
A stage script co-written by the Actors in a relay format, depicting a certain facet of the battle to hunt the Voracity from different points of view. After the public performance ends, the writer with the lowest box office earnings will be tasked with hunting down the Troupe Master and hounding her for manuscripts for the coming year.
NARRATOR: During the hunt for the Voracity, the sacred tree Evanescia leaped into the beast's maw, hoping to draw the gaze of the Master of Immortality and turn the ferocious beast's flesh into nourishment. EVANESCIA (VO): Bring it on, you vile beast! Time for some greens to cleanse your palate! NARRATOR: However, even an imperishable body could not withstand the myriad illusions within the drinker of worlds.
Curtain rises: EVANESCIA leans against the divine tree beneath a shower of falling petals. All around is darkness. EVANESCIA: (Opens eyes) Where am I...
THE VORACITY enters. THE VORACITY: What a bold, bewitching Ambrosial Arbor, Daring to trespass in this land of milk and honey. Do you not know this delve offers no return? You shall be plagued by hunger and thirst that will burn forever, Just as the most luxuriant tree must wither in turn.
EVANESCIA: Yeah, I'm starving...
Lights up. The stage is filled with GIANT CAKES, all waving in unison. ALL CAKES: Come, come, you cursed abomination, Tear our mangled flesh without hesitation. The banquet here will never end, So gorge on the honey and fruits we send.
EVANESCIA: Feels like I'm forgetting something... Ah, whatever.
CAKES exit. EVANESCIA continues to eat, and the divine tree in the background gradually withers. THE VORACITY (laughs): Even the divine tree that boasts of eternity, Cannot withstand the deadly poison named desire. Laugh, and fall, Until flesh and blood turn to withered bones.
(Note: The tree has never had cake before, after all. Cut the kid some slack.)
Lights out. Plasma beams mimic the Lux Arrow streaking across the stage. It smashes a large hole through the ceiling, and light pours in from the opening. THE VORACITY (startled): Where's that light coming from?
NARRATOR: In the nick of time, a Lux Arrow traversed space and time, piercing through the beast's body.
EVANESCIA: Was it that unfallen arrow? It brought back my sanity. I am no lost traveler, but the protagonist of this magic trick. O Master of Immortality, I beckon at death's door. Please cast your gaze downward, and pierce greed with your roots. May the surrounding flesh and blood serve as soil, becoming your breeding ground. Just as the branches and leaves of a tree wither, only to grow anew.
THE VORACITY exits. The divine tree in the background begins to flourish again.