His first recollection was witnessing the finale of his parents being engulfed by the emptiness of black and the deep fear of red. Not a single individual had survived on the surface on his home planet and the one's left standing had monsters as a result of catosphere. His inner world was developing the reflection of his home; it was deteriorating due to the rain and the gradual painting of monochromatic shades.Every day for two decades, the same drama was played, imitating each other. Waking up, hunting, sitting at his parents' grave, and sleeping were all repeated.His footsteps had stopped in the middle of his hunt. He was drenched in water that seeped through his clothes. Suddenly, laughing and a rising smile filled the void inside of him. He decided that he should leave this wasteland of a planet and embrace the joy of his life to the fullest, as he didn't need to drown in these heavy emotions or memories.His head leaned down as he became curious about what had suddenly appeared in his hands. Suddenly, he felt a weight being placed on the surface of his palm. It was a simple mask, yet his name kept coming out of it in whispers. It called out his name, "Maboroshi." The sight of the mask's imagery flooded his hollow heart with the urge to put it on.The mask attached to him immediately as his own skin touched the interior of it. What had just happened did not frighten him, and he started laughing aloud till the monochromatic wasteland echoed. As he established himself to blaze the path of joy, his body exploded into fireworks and confetti. Five people named "Thankrit," "Yuromei," "Neung," "Tian," and "Souki" were among the remnants of the blast. They began to gradually leave this planet one by one in order to follow their own play, and not a single conversation took place between them. It seemed as though those people gazed at one another before their departure and decided to never put Maboroshi's pieces back together and embrace the many lives he had always desired through them. Even when those five masked fools had fled that dying planet, all that was left were empty vessels that roamed the universe.Come become an audience that has been blessed by an Aeon themself after reading about our origins. Discover how five distinct plays are performed, in addition to the performers who created them, along with supporting characters for your amusement. Purchase your tickets now to see the stage once in many amber eras before the curtain call.