Prologue

The Vandal and The Violet Storm begins in the hush before a change - a moment when the inner world leans, quietly, under its own weight. The self, once held together by familiar stories and careful routines, starts to strain. Something long‑gathering finally stirs.

The violet storm is that first shift in the emotional weather: a colour between bruise and dusk, sweeping in without warning, revealing what can no longer hold. And when its light thins, the vandal rises - not a figure, but an instinct. A quiet force that breaks only what has already begun to fall away.

Each movement traces the aftermath of that rupture: the storm’s arrival, the fracture of old spells, the necessary undoing, the reckoning that follows, and the fragile dawn that draws the self forward.

Not a tale of destruction - but of what remains, and what begins.