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If we are to be called romantics, incurable idealists,
if all we ever think about are impossible things—
then, for the thousand and first time, we will answer: “Yes. That is exactly who we are.”
In an era when the old order is being replaced by new ideas,
a school known as “Hakoniwa Academy”
has transformed from a once-closed sanctuary into the freest garden of thought.
Here, young girls study science and the arts;
they are allowed to pursue reason and explore the self,
as though the world has finally welcomed a dawn that belongs to humanity.
Yet—dawn does not necessarily mean light.
When the scepter of faith is replaced by freedom, people learn to judge one another.
In the name of reason, they raise new altars,
and in the language of freedom, they forge even deeper shackles.
The world today no longer has need of God,
yet still longs for a reason to be judged.
People fear freedom and flee from it,
and so they create new laws, new morals, new iron cages.
And within this academy,
there are still those who cradle old dreams in their hearts,
searching for that forgotten question—
“After freedom, where do we go?”
Characters
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“Nous portons tous un cercueil en nous, et dansons sous le soleil.”
— Charles Baudelaire
She lets death speak beneath the spotlight.
Only by thinking of death while still alive,
and imagining the moment when love can no longer exist,
can love become pure — sincere, and tinged with decay.
Like Baudelaire’s A Carcass,
and like the off-beats of a Traumerei,
in the instant when the highest note bursts like foam,
the illusion of life becomes the most real.
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“The pain passes, but the beauty remains.”
— Pierre-Auguste Renoir
She has never received formal training,
yet she captures the breath of light and color by intuition.
Rather than saying she paints,
it would be truer to say she was born seeing the structure of color itself.
Her relationship with painting borders on obsession.
Her world is built from hues and light,
a dream that never dries.
The clear moonlight is her fascination—
a whiteness like porcelain skin,
and words that lose their glow the moment they try to describe it.
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“And if I don’t see ya, in a long, long while,
I’ll try to find you—left of the dial.”
— The Replacements
By day, she’s an ordinary student, archiving broadcasts and writing music reviews.
By night, she sends forbidden rock and secret breaths
through frequencies the government forgot to claim.
Her shortwave signals refract through the sky,
slip past every layer of control,
bounce between the clouds, and fall again to another world.
That’s her way toward freedom.
They say her radio station was shut down.
But somewhere, on a forgotten frequency,
a familiar voice still whispers—
“Good night, my rebellious listeners.
This is Akari, signing on.”
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“One cannot be a great mathematician without at least a touch of fantasy.”
— Sofya Vasilyevna Kovalevskaya
She believed that reason could illuminate everything,
that romance could ignite the spark of revolution.
Until one day, she saw the world she had never truly known—
the wasteland, the ruins, the flames, and the truth.
Then she understood:
an ideal is not the fire itself,
but the trembling match held in one’s hand.
Freedom is not granted—it is borne.
Strip away the façade, bare yourself without fear,
and bloom like a rose that dances in the air of freedom.
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Her name appears faintly on the margins of an old registry,
linked to a forgotten incident buried in the academy’s past.
Record ID: corrupted. Photograph: missing.
Status: pending confirmation.
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The only trace of her existence lies in a deleted audio log,
its contents drowned in static—only a name remains.
“Rin.”
All connected files have since been sealed.