Stories by @tso_studios

Night Castle

In the seventh year of her life, a young girl was nearing the end of her seventh summer, at a beach house that her grandfather had built on the Pacific Ocean, long before she was born. It was a beautiful but simple house, constructed high atop the dunes, overlooking a seemingly endless stretch of pristine, sandy beach. She believed that her grandfather must have been the wisest of men to have procured such a perfect spot. It was far enough away from the water to be perfectly safe from the crashing waves of the largest storms, when the ocean was at its most mischievous, but close enough that she could still hear the quietest of breakers, on the calmest of nights as they gently lulled her to sleep. (The Full Album: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_mvERVzN41YBNSXCDnd6SY-aT4RHz8ztk4) (The Full Story: https://www.trans-siberian.com/news/title/night-castle-story)

Beethoven's Last Night

On a late night in the spring of 1827 the city of Vienna is experiencing the largest lightning storm in its long history. Within a large disheveled room, Ludwig van Beethoven is slumped over his piano and on the piano sits the just completed manuscript for his Tenth Symphony. It is his final, and he is certain, his greatest work. From the shadows the beautiful spirit, Fate, and her deformed dwarf son, Twist, emerge to inform Beethoven of what he has already deeply suspected, that this is to be his last night on earth. They are accompanied by numerous spirits and ghosts from his past. With each successive crack of lightning the spirits move closer and eventually Beethoven finds their distraction unbearable. Beethoven implores the spirits to leave him alone, but Twist tells him that as shadows they only exist by the light that Beethoven's life has cast. Now as that light is fading, it is only natural that they should cling to its last moments of illumination. (The Full Album: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_mMIT8VuwLx42rkzcS7xeOFyzUI7fGcOEQ) (The Full Story: https://www.trans-siberian.com/news/title/beethovens-last-night-story)

The Lost Christmas Eve

It was the night of Christmas Eve, and somewhere on the other side of eternity (which is somewhere after today but before tomorrow) a tear of incredible sadness slowly welled up within the eye of a beautiful young lady. The sorrow within the tear was so great, that though it desperately wanted to stay with her to give whatever comfort it could, the weight of the pain it contained eventually caused it to fall. It fell through eternity, across countless galaxies, star systems and universes until it found itself entering the atmosphere of our own world. There, while falling through the clouds, it was slowed for a moment as it landed on a strand of the Princess of Winter's snow-white hair. The tear ran to the end of that strand, where it lingered for a moment, before continuing its fall. The Princess, having noticed her small visitor, had blessed the teardrop, transforming it into a snowflake, which allowed it to continue the remainder of its journey in a gentle descent among countless other snowflakes, until it finally landed in front of an old toy store in New York City. (The Full Story: https://www.trans-siberian.com/news/title/the-lost-christmas-eve-story)

The Christmas Attic

Somewhere in this universe between reality and dreams, the Lord's youngest Angel sat upon a star lost deep in thought. Once again the Lord had given him a quest, to return to Earth on the night of Christmas Eve and this time, to leave the one thing behind that would most benefit all of mankind. At first he thought that this would be easy, for the Kingdom of God was filled with countless gifts that would be embraced by all humans, but then the Lord gently told him that as part of his mission, he could bring nothing with him from the heavenly world. Like the race of man that he would be endeavoring to help, he must arrive and leave the Earth with only his soul. "Lord," the Angel humbly asked, "If I may take nothing with me, how can I leave something behind, especially a gift so great that it will benefit all of mankind?" But the Lord only smiled and pointed out that he should leave swiftly for his time was quickly passing. And so the Angel now found himself lost deep in the labyrinth of his problem. But as he sat there pondering, the Angel suddenly felt his soul being touched by the prayer of a child. (The Full Story: https://www.trans-siberian.com/news/title/The-Christmas-Attic-Story)

Christmas Eve and Other Stories

On a snow blessed Christmas Eve a young man found himself alone in the back of an old city bar in the run down section of town. Using his solitary drink as something of a moat between himself and the rest of the world, he was surprised when an elderly gentleman asked to join him at his table. Reluctantly, he nodded his permission but within minutes he found himself engrossed in a story that the old man related to him; a story about another Christmas Eve when the Lord looked down from above at all his children. It had been nearly two thousand years since the birth of His son and turning to His youngest Angel the Lord said, “Go down to the Earth and bring back to me the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day.” The Angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission. So much had been done in the name of honoring the birth of the Christ Child. For this day wars had temporarily ceased, cathedrals had been built and great novels had been written. With so little time, what could he possibly find to represent all this? (The Full Story: https://www.trans-siberian.com/news/title/christmas-eve-and-other-stories-story)