this will be the first time in many years that you won't be here for the festival. the bonfire and food stalls. the comfortable monotony shattered by a perfect replica of old world fireworks. but this is more important than any of that. this is the lighthouse.
in ANATHEMIC BEAT, play as syretia of the columbines, a library clerk with a white hot obsession with a world left in ruin. as the final bastion of the old age, will the lighthouse be her altar or her grave?
