"Before the stars, there was a song. Before the universe, there was harmony. And somewhere, in the silence that followed… they heard it first."
The stars didn't blink anymore.
In the cold edge of the cosmos, where sound couldn't travel and light forgot to shine, there was only one thing left.
A hum.
Soft. Faint. Familiar.
It trembled across the ruins of time, passing through shattered moons, silent civilizations, broken satellites humming with memory. It weaved into the static of long-dead frequencies, sparking static tears in old radios. In a forgotten galaxy, where history had crumbled into myth, that hum became a whisper. Then a breath. Then—
A voice.
"Do you remember it, too?"
No one knew where it began. Maybe on Earth, millennia ago, in a small room where seven voices once harmonized. Or maybe before Earth even formed—when sound was still divine.
But legends tell of seven stars that burned brighter than the rest.Seven who sang when all other galaxies fell silent.Seven who refused to let the universe forget how to feel.
And then… they vanished.
They weren't warriors. They weren't kings. They weren't gods.
They were singers. And they saved everything.
Now, across the edge of a collapsing system, in a hidden spaceport called Echo-7, a low pulse begins to stir—ancient, rhythmic, alive. A frequency thought lost. A harmony buried in history.
And inside the core of a drifting, dormant ship labeled "SS-BANGTAN," a dim light flickers.
Seven cryogenic pods exhale.
One heart beats.
And then another.
And then six more.
The silence breaks.
The music begins again.
"Even if no one remembers the lyrics… the echo always finds its way back."