Backstory

Among young snec, there were only rumours about the outside world and what lies outside of their tunnels. One rumour was that whoever went outside, never returned.

At the stroke of midnight on the thirty-first of December, billions of fireworks were exploding above ground, shaking the earth below to its core. One small snec was ever so curious about these loud banging sounds that were powerful enough to echo all throughout his people’s tunnelling systems, and so he eagerly (yet cautiously) poked his head up from one of the very few entrances to the outside world. He felt a cold, fresh breeze go through his feathers, sending a chill to go up his spine. He was surprised to see beautiful, bright colours bursting against a pitch black canvas. Such beauty couldn’t even begin to compare to what he had seen that night. Tears streamed down his face then fell down to the ground - the ground that he’d been told was to protect him from harm, and to keep him safe from the ‘beasts’ outside.

For a moment, he just stopped and stared for a moment, taking in his new-found surroundings. There were millions of small, glowing, white dots up above him, some shining brighter than the others, some only dim, and some really close to each other, some few and far between. His gaze finally drifting downwards, caught sight of land covered in a blanket made of small, glittering grains of gold, that seemed to stretch out for miles and miles. It was soft to touch, yet somehow burned like fire - a strange sensation he’d never felt before. All this little snec had ever known, was the sharp, jagged stalactites, and the seemingly never ending darkness of the underground tunnels. This made him want to change his way of living, and explore the outside world more often.

Growing up, Xanthos was utterly fascinated with the galaxy and loved creative activities. He often liked to sneak out of the tunnels in the evenings to paint the night sky and also to travel to different continents through the tunnel systems. Each place that he would visit, vastly differed from the previous, and he wanted to draw numerous pictures from each place to serve as a memento, and so that he never forgets how beautiful and amazing the world is. When he is older, Xanthos hopes that he would have visited everywhere on Earth, and seen everything that the planet can offer. He also hopes that his artistic capabilities would have also been noticed, as well as his exceptional singing voice.