Xion

The first scene that appears in the murky depths of the snow globe is a cold, sterile one. There is no warmth, no colour, just a vast round room with thirteen chairs set around the edges.


A good shake will see the scene shift; a castle, shrouded in darkness, it's clearly night time and there's a drawbridge. There's two figures, dressed in black. One standing, a mass of long silver hair falling over his shoulders. The other small, hooded, sprawled at his feet. If you peer hard enough, you can make out a tiny shape like a key between them.



Another shake and the globe goes white again. It's a small room with an even smaller figure curled up in a ball on a stark white bed.

Alone.



Maybe... if the loneliness and the sterility gets too much, you'll shake it again... and then there's a sudden burst of colour. A manor at sunset.



Another shake and a sunset, a clocktower set against a dramatic skyline of blues, violets and brilliant red.