Akira: Opening Reveal Of One Episode. What do you think?
There are nights when the winds of the etherium are so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom that it pulls on dreamers minds like a strong magnet through the web of space. As time moves, it becomes harder and harder to resist, and eventually, all who seek surrender, and let their spirit soar within the swirl of galactic currents.
A synth wave of music slipped like crystals through liquid sound in Akira’s earpiece. He grinned and boosted the spacestream on his starsurfer.
“Wooh!” Akira let out a cheer, carving the dust and lavender winds of the Armada Galaxy like a surfer on the tides of ocean, cresting over great hills of fuchsia bursts and cerulean star rivers.
The currents of etherium wove through the three moons of the planet Stira. Each moon a majestic titan, hued with the tones of lavender and sapphire. Akira rode the current up and at a hooked lip, let himself flip, cutting the power and twisting freely in the suspension of space’s vacuum. He twirled in the absence of gravity for a long moment, stars twinkling all around the wide reach of his helmeted eyes. In the next moment he sparked the power back into action and rejoined the etherium continuum, following the long spiral river down towards Stira’s atmosphere, breaking its boundary and taking a deep breath of planetary air.
Night was a clear blanket in the sky, as Akira shifted the mode on his starsurfer to account for gravity. His speed plateaued, and he eased into a steady flow, carving and weaving seamlessly through the air. The purple glow of a city rose from the horizon boundary, a long straight road leading directly into its centre. Akira let his altitude plummet and was quickly met by the wild dash of floating space vehicles, all headed towards the same place. He wove between the traffic, laughing as drivers let out a symphony of honks and horns. The high rise of buildings approached and floating in the sky a giant sign lit in neon read: Starling City.
Akira’s heart was still pounding when he passed the city border. Buildings reached hundreds of stories above him on all sides, and strange floating vehicles of all sorts zipped past one another in a complex grid of whirs and beeps. A system of light-rails wound through the puzzle and maze of interlocking buildings. Akira looked up in awe as as a long passenger train bulleted seamlessly over the light-rails surface, gliding without a sound like the slippery texture of a dolphins skin, unrestricted by
friction and air resistance. He curved around it and shot back upwards towards the sky on his starsurfer, barely grazing the reflective mirror of a building, his hair blowing wildly.
In one swift movement he dismounted his board and stepped onto the lip of the skyscrapers roof. Pressing a button which folded the board into a pocket sized item. On the edge, dangling her legs playfully off the side was a girl with long white-blue hair. She turned to Akira with a sparkling smile.
“About time you got here.”