Floating city - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 "The moon came early," Gakupo said quietly. "The moon of the heavens has never come early." "Then it made an exception for you today." Luka laughed, and a few feathers slipped from her wings. Gakupo reached out to catch one; it brushed past his fingertips and drifted away, and his hand settled over hers. This was the three hundred and twelfth time they had met here. Each time, Luka had placed a small pebble in the crack between the steps, and by now that crack was full. "The Council called my name again today," she said softly. "They say my singing has been missing a note lately." In the heavens, wing color determined rank. White-winged ones served as singers, guarding the dreams of the living. Purple-sealed ones bore blades, guarding the Gate. Singers and swordbearers kept to their places, and for a thousand years no one had crossed the line. One was the youngest Dawn Singer, the other the youngest Captain of the Gate. Their meeting was a mistake in itself. "Which note?"