ECHO LOG

NuYu’s internal dossier was never meant to be seen, especially not by us. The language is so clinical and it's full of misinformation.

They called Rayne an 'operational anomaly.'

They said Minjae was a 'severe' threat level.

They called Kairo an 'unstable node.'

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.

You might think glitch is a failure, but it isn't. It's a refusal. It's just the system misfiring because something inside refuses to obey.

Rayne often sings in broken frequencies. Onyx slips 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.

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.

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

Last night he whispered a lyric that wasn’t in the track. I checked the mix. It’s definitely not there.

Rayne doesn't improvise, not like that.

But... 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.

Found a corrupted file nested in one of the sublayer caches. It doesn't have any metadata or timecodes. Just... this.

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, because 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.

SEER-9 asked why I keep recording these logs. Honestly, I didn't know what to tell it.

Every repetition rebalances something I can’t name.

There’s a sound the city makes just after dawn. It's when everything is waking up and people are starting their days, but it feels both lonely and full at the same time. I can't explain.

I wish I could sample it without breaking it.

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 blink 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.

There are some songs that don’t want to be finished. They circle the same feeling, over and over, like they’re afraid of what happens once they land.

I let those ones linger because some truths need repetition before they feel safe.

I used to think being sensitive meant being fragile, like I’d break if I felt too much for too long.

Now I think it just means I notice when something matters, even if I don’t always know what to do with that knowledge.

Minjae laughed today. Like, properly laughed. It caught us all off guard.

I didn’t realise how quiet we’d become.