I am You.
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[God loves beautiful melodies].
Civilization has advanced supported by high technology, Nano-mechanism. Using [Tone] as a powerful energy that comes from nature to be accommodated and used in life. As the simplest analogy, [Tone] is an ancient energy discovered by researchers in the 2030s. It is clearly stated that [Tone] is in every aspect of the world. Trees, animals, rocks, water, soil, oil, petroleum, spices, and even the smallest molecules such as electrons, neutrons, and protons.
Researchers tried to extract it so that it could be used as a life-supporting tool for humans. However, humans use [Tone] in an unbeautiful way.
Until it ends at the very lowest point.
The world has turned into a new hellscape. Evil has managed to bow the head of Good. Cruelty has managed to behead Virtue. Decay has become a new culture accepted by humans. No justice, no humanity. All that remains is Despair.
The world is no longer fit to live in. The Ruler abuses his power. The God-worshipper changes the religion. The Owner exploits his subordinates while the subordinates try to group together to intimidate the weak among them. The man cannot control his lust, and the woman uses the man for her own pleasure. Even to the point where murder often occurs because of infidelity.
R*pe, Power Ab*se, M*rder, Ext*rtion.. and there are many other kinds of cruelty that have become commonplace in this world.
Humans in ancient times should not have been this crazy. Humans should not have been this scary.
Humans.. should never have existed.. in this world...
Hey, if you were in a world where there was no justice, what would you do?
Hey, if you were in a world without any goodness, what would you do?
Hey, If you were in a world without any virtues, what would you do?
There are only two answers to these questions;
For those who have high determination and courage, the answer is Fight.
Fight the oppressor with all your might. Fight the destroyer by all means. Fight the criminal with all the white fire of courage you have.
And then..
Kill the leaders of this cruel world with the black fire of revenge that burns in hell..
But for those who have low determination and half-hearted courage for whatever the reason, the answer is Obey.
Be obedient to your heart which still whispers about justice. Be obedient to your brain which is still thinking about virtue. Be obedient to your body which is still trying to uphold goodness.
Be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient..
Until the time comes..
Kill the destroyer who has ruined this beautiful world with the prettiest bloody tears..
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Earth, April 24, 2115
A beautiful melody was sung, attracting the attention of many living beings. The bow is gently stroked, accompanied by the fingers of the left hand pressing the strings, creating an extraordinary melody. Closing eyes while playing, didn't realize that the holy white lights were approaching to hear the melody more clearly.
The longer you listen to it, the more you are captivated by its beauty. Truly the most beautiful creation of mortal world. Unbounded by time, unbounded by space, this masterpiece will always accompany humanity until the last day.
"Olivèr! It's dinner time!" A woman who looked around 36 years old shouted in a soft voice, trying to call someone.
A little time was spent waiting for an answer, but no response was received. The woman screamed again.
"Olivèr!"
Spending 3 seconds waiting doesn't guarantee someone will get the desired response.
A little feeling of anxiety began to come over her, and she finally decided to look for someone who should be able to provide answers to her screams.
Not finding anyone in the whole room, she started to get tired. Cold sweat started to trickle down her face. Panic began to set in and was clearly visible on her face.
As if she had been enlightened, melody of musical instrument sounded faintly in her ears.
She began to follow the direction the sound came from slowly. Until finally found the person she was looking for, behind the house.
"Oli-----"
Can't continue. What was in front of the woman was not something ordinary.
A boy is playing the violin with his eyes closed under a slightly shady tree. Surrounded by squirrels, birds, butterflies and various other friendly animals. Moreover, a holy white light also attended the small violin performance. What a beautiful sight. Accompanied by melodious classical music, Anyone who comes will surely be amazed by this wonderful view.
The full moon's rays shining mercifully, the wind greeting gently, the leaves rustling softly, and [Tone] humming happily around him.
Those who attend with a troubled heart, those who attend with an anxious heart, those who attend with an annoyed heart, and those who attend with a sad heart will not leave this little show with anything but a relieved heart.
Ah.. as if an angel had come to earth once again to guide mankind..
The woman was lulled by him. If only time could be stopped, maybe she would also wish that the time for this moment would stop forever. So that she can forget what has happened to the world. So that she can forget the evil memories that the world has carved.
The last tune had finished sounding, the strings had stopped playing, along with the call of the wind which seemed to help him make a final impression on the audience.. He slowly opened his eyes to look at the surroundings.
The blue eyes radiated beautifully. Like a sky that shelters humans. Relaxing his hands, while looking towards the back door of his house, someone he knew was standing there.
The woman finally came to after being lulled by the melodies. Running towards the boy, as if she was worried about his condition and circumstances. The entire audience immediately dispersed.
Arriving in front of the boy, she immediately lowered her body by resting on her knees. She touched his cheeks, hands and other parts of his body while saying, "Olivèr, are you okay? is there anything hurt?".
From the vibrations and speed of the sound it made, it was certain that she was panicking. Maybe because of the many animals that were around the boy.
"No, mom. I'm fine. I'm not hurt", the boy replied with a sweet smile on his face.
"Anyway, mom, did you see that just now?Did I play well enough?" The boy continued asking in an excited voice.
"Of course, yeah. You played very beautifully. Even mom was amazed by your violin performance", The mother answered.
Hearing the answer, the boy's eyes shone brightly. While holding the violin in his left hand and the bow in his right, he raised both, "Yay! I did it! I did it!" He screamed happily under the reflection of the moonlight, unstoppable happiness is overflowing.
For him, playing the violin is to create a new space for him and his mother amidst the hustle and bustle of the cruel world. He wanted his mother to be happy hearing the sound of the strings he played.
"Okay, Olivèr, mom has prepared dinner. Let's go inside the house" She stood up and stretched out her right hand towards the boy, waiting for him to give her his little hand.
"Yay! Dinner! Come on, mom, let's go in together!" Grabbed her mother's hand and ran home through the back door. She tried to keep her balance.
"Hey, hey, no need to run! Watch your footsteps" The mother tried to calm her happy son down so that he could at least ease his feet so that he wouldn't fall.
Olivèr Wölfe, a boy who aged nine, lived quietly on the outskirts of the capital—far enough to hear the city's screams only as distant echoes, close enough to know they were real.
That night, dinner was warm.
Not the artificial warmth of synthesized heat panels, but the honest warmth of fire. Steam rose gently from the plates, carrying the scent of herbs grown behind the house—basil, starflower leaves, a touch of salt. Simple. Real.
His mother sat across from him, sleeves rolled up, hair loosely tied. A faint scar crossed her wrist—old, half-forgotten. Olivèr noticed it every day, yet never asked.
"How was the melody today?" she asked, breaking the silence.
Olivèr swallowed his food quickly. "They stayed longer than usual."
She paused.
"Who?"
"The lights," he answered. "And the animals. Even the ones that usually run away."
Her fingers tightened around her spoon for just a moment before relaxing again.
"That's… good," she said. "But remember what I told you."
Olivèr nodded. He always nodded.
"Don't play too loudly. Don't draw attention. Beauty makes people curious. Curiosity makes them cruel."
He frowned. "But music is good, right?"
She smiled softly. "Music is honest. People aren't."
Outside, the wind passed through the trees, carrying faint vibrations of [Tone]. It felt thinner than usual. Uneasy. Like water disturbed by something unseen beneath the surface.
After dinner, she cleared the table while Olivèr dried the plates. Their movements were practiced, almost ritualistic. In a world that changed too fast, routine was a form of resistance.
When the last candle was replaced, she sat beside him on the floor.
"Come here."
Olivèr leaned against her shoulder. She wrapped an arm around him, resting her chin atop his head.
"Mom," he said quietly, "why don't we live closer to the city?"
She did not answer immediately.
"Because cities forget how to listen," she said at last. "And when people stop listening… they start taking."
Olivèr didn't fully understand, but the sadness in her voice made him stay quiet.
A faint hum drifted through the walls.
Mechanical.
Rhythmic.
Far away—but not too far.
She noticed it too.
Her gaze moved to the window.
"They've increased patrols," she murmured, more to herself than to him.
Olivèr tilted his head. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No." Too fast. Too sharp. She softened her tone. "No, Oli. You didn't."
She stood and crossed the room, peeking through the curtain just enough to see the distant glow of surveillance drones hovering above the main road. White lights. Cold. Unmusical.
"They're just… cleaning," she said.
"Cleaning what?"
She turned back to him, forcing a smile that felt heavier than before.
"Mistakes."
Later that night, she tucked him into bed.
She brushed his hair gently, humming a melody older than written history. One without notes. One that lived only in memory.
"If something ever happens," she said softly, "promise me something."
Olivèr looked up at her. "What?"
"Promise me you won't hate the world too easily."
He thought about it. Long enough for her to worry.
"…Okay," he said.
She kissed his forehead. "Good boy."
As she turned off the light, [Tone] around the house pulsed once—subtle, almost apologetic.
Olivèr closed his eyes.
Outside, boots passed by the road.
They did not stop.
Not yet..