Track 01. a song is born

The universe has always been a mystery. Beyond the countless celestial bodies, there are innumerable planets where different forms of life dwell. On many of them, beings exist in their human stage of evolution, and among them, some are granted unique powers called Potentia.

These individuals are entrusted with the mission of maintaining their worlds, doing everything possible to preserve harmony.

But if everything in the universe follows order and moves according to these laws, why, somewhere in a distant corner, is someone crying so desperately?

Planet Utopia

It was a special day, and Akiko, a fourteen-year-old girl with lilac hair and light blue eyes, ran in a hurry toward a hall filled with crystals and rose quartz. She was clearly heading to a grand event.

Of average height, Akiko had chosen for the occasion an organza dress with structured draping and enormous ruffles along the sides. Its colors faded from blue to pink to purple with an iridescent shimmer, perfectly matching her cheerful personality. In the main hall, she spotted a group of girls and greeted them:

“Hi, girls! I’m early, right?”

“Wow. What a surprise, Akiko…” Naoko replied in her dry, teasing tone.

Naoko was sixteen, with black hair and eyes that sharply contrasted against her pale skin. Her long dress blended various shades of blue with delicate white details reminiscent of the sea.

“You only show up early when you’re curious,” Miyu said, lifting an eyebrow.

Miyu was fourteen. Her dark skin, green hair, and green eyes, along with her composed expression, gave her a youthful yet responsible air. Her dress, made of structured fabrics, resembled plant leaves.

“Akiko’s here? Am I late?” Megumi joked with a restrained laugh.

At twenty-two, Megumi was tall, her wavy blonde hair catching the light. Her pale blue eyes radiated warmth. Her red lipstick curved into a playful expression of feigned surprise. Her long, flowing dress traced her silhouette lightly, its subtle shimmer illuminating her presence.

“Well, well. What a surprise indeed,” Sayuri said as she approached the group.

The most mature among them, at thirty, Sayuri wore a gentle smile. Her short, wavy black hair framed her face, and her blue eyes conveyed quiet kindness. Her long, light dress evoked the fluidity of the wind and her own calm nature.

“HEY! WHAT KIND OF CONSPIRACY IS THIS?” Akiko protested while the others laughed at her reaction.

Amid the teasing, a small girl approached. She politely asked for permission in a timid, quiet voice. Her name was Matsui. She was seven years old, with light blue eyes and reddish hair that curled softly at the ends, tied on each side. Her delicate dress came in soft shades of pink. Made of organza with petal-shaped structures, it resembled a flower.

“Sis! Come on!” Akiko called, turning toward her.

Beside the little girl stood a tall woman with hair the same lilac shade as Akiko’s. Her rainbow-toned organza dress swept across the floor. She was Mrs. Yajima, thirty-seven, mother of Akiko and Matsui. She frowned slightly and looked at her eldest daughter seriously.

“Take good care of Matsui, all right, Akiko? I don’t want to see you running around. Don’t get dirty, don’t be late… You know her party is tonight.”

“Mom!” Akiko protested. “I got it!”

Meanwhile, Sayuri stepped closer to Mrs. Yajima and gently touched her shoulder.

“Please don’t worry, Mrs. Yajima. I’ll look after them.”

“That’s good to hear. Thank you, Sayuri. I trust you.”

Akiko watched the exchange and thought about how effortlessly Sayuri communicated with others. Mrs. Yajima gave her daughters a loving look and said goodbye.

“Well, I’m heading out now. See you later!”

After a brief wait, the crystal hall felt the striking presence of a woman who appeared. Tall, with long wavy brown hair and bronze-toned skin, she radiated authority. She wore an asymmetrical black dress. With an authoritarian expression, she faced the young group.

“Potentia of the planet Utopia. I, Ayami, Potentia of Judgment, am here today to lead you,” she declared. Every word carried the weight of a command, formal and firm.

Little Matsui looked confused by the sudden appearance and wondered where the woman had come from. Sayuri noticed and pointed toward the glowing crystal core.

“She came from there. That’s like a doorway connecting our world to others far away.”

After the brief interruption, Ayami continued:

“I arrived earlier than scheduled because I wish to invite the seven of you on a mission.”

“But, ma’am… there are only six of us here,” Akiko corrected, using all the politeness she could manage.

“Oh… that’s right. The seventh is on Earth,” Sayuri confirmed.

“She went there again?” Naoko asked.

“Yes. Aino lives there. It’s been a long time since she visited,” Megumi replied.

A strange tension began to fill the hall. The expression of superiority on Ayami’s face slowly began to falter.

“How? How is that possible? Why?” she murmured.

“Lady Ayami? Please, what’s happening?” Megumi asked, uneasy.

“I have decided…” Ayami said sharply, “that I no longer want your help.”

She raised her hand toward the crystal altar she had emerged from. The metallic threads of her dress shimmered like sparks as she moved. A dark energy formed in her palm.

Ayami unleashed her Potentia—a black sphere that quickly engulfed the hall. Its force struck the center of the altar. Time seemed to freeze. In an instant, everything went dark. There was no room for lament or final memories. The girls were incapable of reacting, incapable of understanding the void that swallowed the light before them.

The explosion left an emptiness in that planetary system.

Utopia had ceased to exist.

Ayami remained protected inside a rounded, translucent shield that enveloped her entire body. Gazing at the nothingness, she pondered:

“Hm… Yes. Perhaps I overdid it.”

Her expression remained serious. Despite her words, there was no compassion or regret in her eyes—only a trace of disdain.

As she lingered, Ayami sensed a presence gradually approaching behind her. When it stood directly at her back, she turned—and shock crossed her face.

Long pink hair. Silent gaze.

“You!” Ayami’s eyes widened.

Planet Earth — November 12, Night

At the exact moment the void formed in that distant corner of the universe, on a faraway planet called Earth, a young woman with long black hair and bangs tossed and turned in bed, unaware of what was to come.

“Damn it…” she muttered. “What is this strange feeling… I can’t sleep.”

March 1st — The Following Year

In a spacious two-story house located in one of the city’s upscale neighborhoods, an alarm clock rang relentlessly. It was six in the morning—time to begin the routine.

“Ah, no… I’m still sleepy,” complained a man with black hair and eyes named Guang.

Sayuri, lying beside him, couldn’t help but laugh softly at her husband’s remark.

“But we have to get up. I’ll wake the girls.”

She left the bedroom and quietly opened the door to the other room.

“Good morning, girls! It’s the first day of school. Time to wake up!”

Inside were two single beds and a bunk bed. Megumi was already stretching awake. Naoko was not there—she had risen earlier and was getting ready.

“Good morning, Sayuri,” Megumi greeted cheerfully.

On the other bed, little Matsui was still fast asleep. Miyu, who slept on the lower bunk, slowly sat up in silence, waking at her own pace. On the top bunk, Akiko hid her face under her pillow and pulled the blanket over herself again.

“No, no, no…” she repeated like a mantra, outraged at having to wake so early.

After the chaos in Utopia, they were all trying to live normal lives in their new home. Used to routine, Sayuri already knew what to do.

“Let’s be quick. Guang has work and will drive you… and whoever takes too long won’t get breakfast.”

“WHAAAAAT?!”

Akiko jumped up instantly at the thought of missing food.

Soon enough, they were all ready and enjoying a generous breakfast. Megumi, no longer in school, was able to follow her daily routine calmly.

“Let’s get to the car. We can’t be late,” Guang called.

Before leaving, he approached Sayuri and kissed her, telling her he would return earlier that day.

His car was spacious enough for him and the girls. The school was on the way, so he dropped them off at the entrance and continued to work.

They stepped out and took in the new environment. The school had three floors, and the greenery at the entrance gave it a welcoming atmosphere. There seemed to be many students.

Miyu, who genuinely enjoyed studying, looked excited. Akiko was impressed by the size of the building. Naoko, more grounded, reminded them it was just a school and there was no need to exaggerate.

It was their first time wearing the school uniform. A loose white T-shirt with the school logo allowed easy movement. The boys wore pants; the girls usually wore red skirts. White socks and white or black sneakers completed the dress code.

They entered and saw many students crowding around lists posted on the walls. The overlapping chatter and constant footsteps created a chaotic atmosphere.

“Look, Akiko. There’s a big group over there. It must be the class lists,” Miyu said.

“Yeah, you’re right! Let’s check!”

They managed to approach the first-year high school lists and saw they were in the same class. One more name stood out.

“Miyu! It’s fate. We’re in the same class as Aino!”

“Sure. Sure.”

Miyu scanned the area and spotted her friend.

“Akiko, isn’t that Aino over there?”

Akiko turned, saw her, and screamed while running dramatically toward her:

“AINOOOOOO!!!”

“WHAT?!” Aino froze.

“Aino! I missed you! Your hair looks amazing! It’s so good to hear your voice—it’s like a little kitten meowing!”

Aino was tall, shoulders tense, brown hair with thin blonde highlights, dark eyes, and very pale skin. Her voice was higher-pitched than usual. Her greatest concern was maintaining her reputation and avoiding unnecessary attention—something Akiko clearly was not helping with. She clung to Aino’s neck and showed no sign of letting go.

“I’m so embarrassed…” Aino complained, to no effect.

A passing student joined in, hanging onto Aino’s other shoulder. Akiko and the girl exchanged looks.

“Hi! I’m Akiko. This is Miyu. We’re friends of Aino.”

“My name’s Yukino. I’m Aino’s third cousin.”

Yukino had pale skin, long black hair with bangs, brown eyes, and wore the male version of the school uniform.

“Wow! It’s so cool to meet a relative of Aino here on this pla—”

Akiko was abruptly interrupted as Miyu covered her mouth.

“That’s great, Yukino!” Miyu smiled awkwardly. “So, tell us—what’s the school like?”

“The school? All right. Let’s see. The teachers explain things well enough. Some are decent. But there are things that aren’t necessary. School events and sports competitions, for example. They’re not exactly the problem, but participation is mandatory because the winning team gets grades. In the end, everyone gets the points anyway. Which is fine. But people still fight because they think they won’t get anything. And about the students—most of them are in an annoying phase. They act like they’re in heat. Their biggest concern is who can kiss the most people in one day… But there are decent ones too,” Yukino said without pausing, her expression unchanged.

Miyu and Akiko could not hide their shock. Internally, they wondered if they should have asked—but quickly assumed she might be exaggerating.

Meanwhile, Naoko checked the final-year classroom lists.

“302. Whatever. I don’t know anyone anyway,” she thought.

The girls headed to their classes. Akiko could not stop thinking about how everything felt so new.

Throughout the day, she drifted into daydreams, never imagining how exhausting her first day of high school would be.

“It was classes all morning. The first teacher didn’t even introduce himself—he just handed out the exam schedule through midyear.

The students spent most of the time talking badly about each other. I didn’t make any friends.

Aino kept drooling over the math teacher. A bunch of girls did. I don’t get why.

They complained that I’m too pale and should get a tan to look prettier. But they also complained that Miyu is too dark. I don’t understand anything.

Maybe Yukino’s right. This is a jungle.”

Akiko’s thoughts looped endlessly over that morning—so different from her days in Utopia.