A long time ago, an experiment known as the Harp Projection started. As soon as a new baby was born, they'd be put through a test that required them to make as much sound as to fill an entire room. If the newborn created enough sound, they'd be taken away from their respective parents for the experiment. 

"The last baby we tested died. The method we used was too painful for it. I-I feel bad."

"That's perfectly okay. Our testing here will save humanity; it is a fair price to pay. Contact the parents and provide them with monetary compensation."

"This isn't the first time it has happened. Can't we do this a different way?"

"I am the director of this experiment. I was entrusted by Armonia to find fitting children. I am aware it is not the first time; however, if we continue to deliver failures to their doors, those babies are not the only ones who'll end up dead."

The babies who qualified for the experiment would be put in pods for the first five years of their lives. Armonia needed to collect the purest form of sound for the Harp Projection. The sound they created while unconscious allowed for the projection to remain intact; it was the balance needed for purified life in Consonance.

"Welcome, Miss. We appreciate your visit to our facility. The pods here harvest the sound these children produce. This operation has been going smoothly."

"Although there have been some cases where the children fail to produce enough sound. In that scenario, they fail to maintain their own and quickly die in their pods."

Each of the pods was blue and was made up of a circle shape big enough to contain each baby. Tubes were attached to parts of their bodies; those tubes would connect to a machine next to each pod, which kept track of their health.

"Smoothly, huh? Care to explain these two here? The sound level is extremely low. I don't believe these two to be sufficient for the projection and a mere waste of pods in our operation."

"Oh! Yes, we were just about to get to these. We do apologize, as soon as we get done with your visit, we shall make the necessary adjustments."

Once the children turned five years old, they were adopted by Armonia and entrusted a future with Armonia. This is also the first time these children opened their eyes again. They were deemed capable enough to produce sound for the rest of their lives.

"Wake up! Your time here is finally done; you'll be able to play around and live life as normal now."

"Your name is Vitalia. That's what others will call you."

A woman dressed in a white robe took the child Vitalia out of her pod for the first time in her life. As the woman closed the pod, a man came rushing to the pods next to Vitalia's; he looked frustrated. 

"These two have such low levels of sound but are somehow still alive. I don't understand it," the man yelled. 

"Well. I believe those two may be more motivated than others, motivated to fight for their lives, motivated to fight for their fates," the woman replied.

The man laughed. "Fight? They've been napping there for nearly five years and now giving up at the final stretch, that's the opposite of a fight. It's two weak children in a game of survival of the fittest."

"You know what? Let's play a game. I know you're the savior type. As one of the higher-ups, I'll let you keep whoever that girl you're already adopting picks. The other one is dying. If she picks neither, they both die."

The woman gasped. "Wh-What? What's the point of that? If you can release them, why not release both?" 

"I am a businessman. I need a transaction. I saw your eyes light up as you talked about their motivation to fight. If that's true, I'd love to give you this chance, but I can only do it once. I need to see them produce sound for the next century."

The child, Vitalia, walked toward a pod and pointed toward it. "Looks like she made the choice for you already." 

The woman fell on her knees as the man pressed a sequence of buttons on the pod of the child who wasn't selected. The woman watched as flames lit up from within the pod; she had no power to stop the madness she witnessed. Vitalia started crying, so the woman covered her face to stop her from witnessing that horrible event.