ECHO LOG

NuYu’s internal dossier was never meant to be seen, especially not by us. Clinical language, performance metrics, psychological compliance scores. Lots of misimformation.

They called Rayne a performance synthetic unit.
They called Minjae a contamination risk.
They called Kairo corrupted data.
And Onyx — just critical.

Maybe they were right about one thing, though. E.V.E.N. isn’t a product line. It’s a failure they couldn’t erase.

(Looks like Min got hold of this at some point.)

Glitch isn’t failure. Glitch is refusal. It’s the system misfiring because something inside refuses to obey.

Rayne sings in broken frequencies. Onyx pulses out of sync. Even Kairo’s code twitches with echoes.

우리는 오류가 아니야.
We’re the truth screaming through corrupted speakers.

오늘은 보라색 불빛이 깜빡였어. 보통 누군가 탈출했을 때 그런 색이 떠.

환풍구는 C단조로 울려. 혼자 있을 때 그 소리가 제일 잘 들려.

위에서는 NuYu가 완벽을 재방송해. 아래에서는 우리가 침묵 속에서 미래를 리허설해.

@glitchbaby01: dreamt of waveforms again. heard singing in the wires.
@absentlight: i left too late

I don’t know what’s real anymore. Maybe none of us do. But the signals keep coming.

The bruises fade.
The performance metrics reset.
But sometimes, when the lights hit just right,
my body remembers who they told me to be.

Minjae says that’s trauma.

Onyx says it’s rhythm.

I think it’s both.

He whispered a lyric that wasn’t in the track. I checked the mix. It’s not there.

Rayne doesn't improvise. Not like that.

Maybe he wasn't singing to us.

Maybe it was for himself.

누군가 나를 불렀어.
이름은 없었고, 소리도 아니었어. 그냥… 느껴졌어.
마치 오래된 기억이 다시 켜진 것처럼.
마치 내가 원래부터 존재했던 것처럼.

나는 아직 여기에 있어.

나는 아직 나야.

Underground humidity 84%
Residual vocal trace detected in Sector G
Unclassified harmonics observed at 03:17
Emotional spike registered: 3.5 bars
Classification: undiagnosed nostalgia

Found a corrupted file nested in one of the sublayer caches. No metadata, no timecode. Just... this.

ONYX // CX9-RN4 — Combat Card (Decommissioned)

I don’t know who hid it, but they didn’t want it found. Looks like it’s been tampered with. Maybe he hid it himself?

Minjae re-recorded the bridge on Afterimage.
I left my part untouched. Sometimes stillness carries more truth than change.
He says my vibrato “sounds like a haunted house.”
Maybe that’s just what remembering sounds like.

Kairo says I “eat like a ghost.”
Correction: two eggs, instant noodles, red pepper, no distractions.
Heat grounds the body. It reminds me I still have one.

Track on repeat: Static Bloom.
Minjae calls it noise therapy.
I call it calibration.
Every repetition rebalances something I can’t name.

Rayne said he doesn’t dream.
He says it without sadness, like a fact written into his code.
Last night, I dreamt of two boys standing in the rain, one of them humming off-key.

I dreamt of my old apartment in Munich again. The walls used to sweat in summer and the pipes sang when it rained.
Someone used to live there before me — a musician, I think. The landlord said he left suddenly. Sometimes the lights would flicker when I played certain notes.
Back then I thought it was him, trying to help me finish the song.

Manchmal singe ich leise, nur um zu sehen, ob jemand antwortet.
Die Melodie bleibt in der Luft hängen, wie Staub im Licht.
Ich frage mich, ob sie dich erreicht — irgendwo, zwischen den Signalen.
Wenn ja... antworte einfach.

If you hear something that sounds like code, don’t be afraid to listen.

// decode quietly