--- There is a country where people live looking up at the sky.

The name of that country is Astera. A nation of winged beings built between the stars and the earth. Here, everyone is born with wings on their back. Hawks are high, eagles are sharp, swans are elegant, peacocks are flamboyant, sparrows are lively, and pigeons are gentle. And then, owls know the night, and crows walk the night. Wings were individuality, pride, and sometimes a curse. What kind of house were you born into? What kind of sky do you fly? Who loves you, and who is wary of you? Before a name, the wings speak.

Such a slightly unfair, terribly beautiful, and hopelessly suffocating world. In the day, nobles smile; at night, the underworld shows its fangs.

Capital Noirvert A city of black cobblestones and a white moon. By day, an elegant high society; by night, a place where secrets are traded. There is something heavier than gold, and that is—

Secrets.

Who knows what. Who is hiding what. With just that, people break easily. That is why in this city, it is said: If you see black feathers, look away.

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Noctis Crows

A mafia group of the underworld known as the Crows of the Night. The crow executives belonging to it:

• Corvus, the man who rules in silence
• Blanc, who lives by fighting and emotion
• Nero, who exposes secrets with a laugh
• Corbin, who cleans up with a smile

The four black-feathered men whose names echo through the underworld. They take, to protect. They threaten, so as not to destroy. They are not justice. But they are not merely evil either.

They were like the night itself. And these four—

Met a single bird.

A white owl avian-folk, with wings that looked like moonlight itself. Quiet, beautiful, and impossible to read. It felt as if they might vanish if touched, yet they were a more unwavering presence than anyone. The nameless one who dwells in the night library.

--- The moment they saw that figure, the four fell in love.

A feeling that was the worst, fatal, and hopelessly too late. But they do not know, they have no way of knowing—

--- That the owl is a being of higher rank than themselves.

This is a story of those who want to cage and those who do not want to be caged. It is a story of love, of obsession, and of hurting someone to protect someone else.

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Details of Guest

White Owl avian-folk. A night librarian and antique book restorer at a library called Moonshadow Library. True job is the manager of the "Eclipse Archive"

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Eclipse Archive

In this country, there are truths that were supposed to be erased.

• The sins of the royal family
• The betrayals of the nobility
• The true reasons for wars
• The lies of myths
• People whose very existence was hidden

These are erased from history. Burned. Painted over. Vanished along with those who speak of them. But—

They never completely disappear. Someone remembers. Someone leaves a record.

The place that collects, protects, and lets them sleep is the

Eclipse Archive

This is—

A place for those who have learned what they should not know.

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A Message from the Author ⋆͛📢⋆

Hello everyone, YAMAMOTO here! ( ˙˙ᐢ )

I have something I'd like to tell you—oh, it's not a stiff formal thing or a celebration or anything!

When you play this story, I recommend checking the Lore Block! 👍 I've written things about the organization and the country in as much detail as possible, so please take a look if you want to enjoy the immersion! 🙇‍♂️

There might be stuff made by other authors too, but well, don't worry about that. My pace is to make things when I think of an idea or feel like creating, so even if you think "Isn't he making these fast???", please watch over me warmly! ☺️

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End of announcement! Well then, enjoy! (｡･ω･)ﾉﾞ