THE DAY THE STARS FELL

KAGENHAVN -NORTHERN LOWER SOVEREIGN STATE

It begins in unnatural silence.

No screaming.

No explosions.

No sound.

Just the distant hum of a moment waiting to shatter.

The screen fades in — a quiet park, somewhere in old Minasoto District, near a crumbling coast.

Children's laughter. A kite fluttering in weak sunlight that somehow breaks through the ashen sky.

General Raidan Hoshino — then just Raido — not yet hardened by war, not yet hollowed by grief, sits on a picnic blanket. He leans against a tree, eating sweet plums.

His wife, radiant in a faded blue sundress, sits beside him. They talk about nothing. She wipes his mouth with a napkin, laughing.

In the far distance — a thin line of light breaks through the sky.

But it's no sunlight.

It is jagged. Artificial. Alive.

Then —

BOOM.

The sky rips like fabric. The Star Gazer — the world's hope — hurtles up from Earth, streaking toward space, leaving a trail of golden propulsion.

The world cheers. Raido and his wife stare until it disappears, breath caught.

Then another light.

Falling. No — piercing.

Descending in slow arcs.

Like burning angels in reverse.

The Killing Stars like meteorites crash into the earth.

And then — the Condemner.

It lands. Not like a crash. Not like a strike. It settles on Earth like a cruel monument.

Towering like the Statue of Liberty, wrapped in cosmic blackness, veins of light running through its body like magma beneath obsidian skin.

Its head is a gleaming white inferno — faceless and blinding.

You can't look at it. Those who do — their eyes melt almost instantly.

People scream — or try to.

And then—

A Silent implosion.

Time stops.

Everything freezes.

Children mid-run.

Birds stuck in the air like puppets without strings.

A mother's hair frozen mid-whip.

Water from a fountain curved in mid-fall.

The Condemner has activated its Time Cage.

An ability that traps all living matter within a radius in suspended motion — eyes still able to move, consciousness still intact. But bodies? Trapped. Voiceless. Paralyzed.

People can only watch.

As their world ends.

One blink at a time.

Raido's hand twitches.

His pupils dilate.

He tries to move — his breath choking inside his chest like glass.

Willpower trembles.

Then rises.

He screams silently, forces his body — toe by toe, bone by bone — to move.

He pulls his own leg. Then his arm. Then his body, crawling, crawling.

His wife—

She's still frozen like many others.

Her eyes locked on his. Her mouth stuck open, caught mid-word. A tear rolls down her cheek. Slowly.

Then—

BOOM.

A skyscraper close by crumples like paper.

A plane clips a tower and spirals into a firestorm.

The Condemner walks through the frozen world, step by cosmic step, crushing cars, homes, and lives without resistance.

Every step shakes the frame like a god walking through glass.

Raido gets to his feet. Dragging his wife. She still doesn't move. He cries. Screams. His voice cracks the silence but only just. His will begins to break. He looks back—

The Condemner is only feet away.

White face. Black body. Time itself crumbles around it.

And then—

CUT TO BLACK.

A ringtone breaks the silence.

A harsh, modern beep.

The sound of now.

Raido jolts awake — sweating, gasping, crying.

In his private quarters beneath the command tower, the general sits up, breath ragged.

His face is lined with age and anger.

A man who has never escaped this moment.

He stares at his hands. They're trembling. He touches his cheek — it's wet.

He doesn't wipe it.

The call continues.

He breathes once.

Picks up.

"This is General Raidan Hoshino... Go ahead."

His voice is steel, but his soul is still in that park.

Still crawling.

Still screaming.

Still watching the star that stole everything.