This place. This abandoned, hopeless, forsaken place. This is where the muck of Suna festers and the misfortuned were left to rot. This place was cut off. Beyond the eye of the surface dwellers, this place was far from their hearts and far from their minds. They liked it that way. Naturally, this became a hub for the outcast, the menaces to society, and otherwise any other who would not be accepted. It was far below the watchful eye of order and thus governed by those lost to it. The poor souls that dwelled here. Like this place, they too were abandoned. How could such a place be? Why did no one care? It was enough to question one’s religion, for what just God would allow it. Perhaps there were no Gods and that this place existed solely by the sins of man. So what just government would build their empire on top of the rotting world that laid before her. Momo had never seen such atrocities and disregard for human life. The lack of humanity, never could she have imagined. Momo could literally feel the sorrow that filled the atmosphere. The dread of and woe of broken hope and ever present despair. These people were damned. Left to hang low at the gallows. They needed a savior to cut the rope. There was no love here. No hope. No music.
She stood out like a light in a dark forest. The vibrant red rock star attire, the oversized skull hat, the surf green guitar, stilettos, and fingerless gloves. She was already considered to be dressed exotically in normal settings but in this dump of gray and sorrow, she resembled a rockstar goddess. And like any goddess strolling through the pit of hell, she’d attract the demons. Would be thugs, muggers, murders, all types. Though she’d dispatch any attacker, she wouldn’t hold it against them. This had become their nature. To her, they were simply victims of their circumstances. But they weren’t all demons who dwelled here. Mothers, fathers, children, workers, etc. It was like the world above, except it was upside down, backwards, dark. But like above, there were decent people who existed here. They were deprived of light, hope, laughter, and joy. The crimson kunochi made her way to the center of town. Naturally, the natives followed. Whether it was from Ill intentions or curiosity, Momo amassed a crowd before she took center stage. She stood upon a literal gallows. It was worn but still seemingly functional. It was a place where lots of emotions were congested. So much emotion could be felt upon that gallows. Emotions of the past and emotions of the present. This was it. Her reason for venturing so far from her home land. The inspiration she been searching for. Momo let out a sigh as more seem to gather and gawk. “Thank you…” she whispered to herself as she stretched her arms out to the crowd. Momo would close her eyes. She would feel the swirling of mixed emotions around her. She would feel the energy and command it’s path towards her fingertips. Suddenly, she grasp that energy and slam it into the strings of her guitar. With her eyes still closed, she’d jam the chords of the emotions she had gathered. She could feel the surge of energy flowing through her as she channeled it into song. The crowd would begin to clap and shout and roar. Their faces covered in a nostalgic expression long forgotten. It was like their worries were lifted with the sounds she created. The music washed over them, purified them. Despair was over run by community and togetherness as they sing along to the music. People were cheering and hugging as Momo played on. And as the last chord was struck, the atmosphere felt clear and calm. Momo took a moment to soak it all in. The cheers, the joyful praises, and the people calling for more. A sense of peace washed over everyone. This was Momo’s calling. Even in a place void of hope, her music made people smile again. So she did what she did best. She tipped her great big hat and slammed some more electric jams.
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