A Nascent Song

In the world of an innocent dream, of magic and wonders, those who weave spells, known as Songs, are known as Songstresses. Songstresses, in term, sings the Songs written by the talented Composers, breathing life into them as the Songs are performed.


It's a strange world, an artificial world, where people are happy and lived happily ever after. It's a world born from the Song of Creation, the goddess that echoes between and beyond space and time, the only Song without a Composer. She is a natural phenomenon, born from other realms, other timelines, the coordination of impossibles - the sound of universal waves and particles playing a primal orchestra. From the Song of Creation came the world, and from the world came everything. A beautiful poetry of the impossible, where everyone can be happy.


... But that's a lie, isn't it? When the first Tragedienne breathed and conjured forth a song between her tears and wailing over her losses, it all became an artificial lie. The world has never been a happy place, people just didn't know what unhappiness was.


...


The world has always, always been a happy place. That's all she needed to know, the small, young little Song performed by a girl looking for a friend. The Song is innocent, the Nascent Song accompanied the girl, protecting her as she grew up, being her friend, the shadow that danced with the girl as she's shone on by bright lights of praises and cheers, the silent hug that comforted the girl as she cried in the dark. Silent sounds of companionship kept the girl going, for it is the only voice that speaks to her, the Nascent Song trying her hardest to keep her Songstress alive and going, the Song of Hopes and Dreams.


And then the Songstress grew up. Fame, riches, being known as a talented young genius, one that can Compose as well as Sing, the Songstress not longer need a Song of Hopes and Dreams, for she have it all. But she's not a cruel person, nor an evil person - such kind of folks doesn't exist. Tears don't exist, after all, and painful things don't exist either. Happiness awaits everyone, so there's no need for the Song of Hopes and Dreams to be with the Songstress anymore.


The Nascent Song smiles, echoing in the wind, as she went on. When a Composer became stricken with an illness, she became the Song of Healing, and eventually the Song of Love. When the Composer passed away, she became the Song of Eternal Rest. When the children of the Composer cursed her, she became the Song that Shouldn't Exist. When the day gave way to the night, the children of the Composer excavated a tall, tall Crystal, and recorded the Song that Shouldn't Exist on a Crystal, trapping her for hopefully an eternity.


The Nascent Song is pained, but pain doesn't exist, so she's not hurt at all.

Everyone that she knew hated her, but hate doesn't exist, so she's not hurt at all.

There's nobody with her, but pain doesn't exist, so she's not lonely at all.

Nothing exists, but nothing doesn


...


The wind of change cracked the Crystal after a millennia, and the Nascent Song once again echoed in the wind, lending her voice to anyone that needed her. Her voice is dry, like the razor cutting winds, breathing dust and making the world around her become like dust. But there's no pain, no hatred, no suffering, nothing bad in this world. Nothing, anymore, would hurt, could hurt. The Nascent Song felt happy, as if she hasn't felt happy in a long, long time. But that cannot be, because you can't not be happy.


Those who called the Nascent Song by another name cursed her, naming her Quachil Uttaus, the Treader in the Dust. A true name that is false, to seal the bringer of happiness. By painting her in the image of a demon, telling her that she shouldn't exist, that she is a Song that Shouldn't Exist, they sought to bring her pain. But pain doesn't exist, so she remained happy.


All she wished for is everyone's happiness. The Nascent Song echoed, because she wished for everyone's happiness. Those tears on her cheeks do not exist, if she has no cheeks, if she has no tears, if all became dust, return to dust, is dust, am dust. And so she breathed, the Nascent Song, ancient, from a bygone era, became the last Song, in a world where there's no pain, no hatred, no tears, only happiness.


Only happiness.


...


In another universe, in another timeline, the Nascent Song was recorded in the Testament of Carnamagos. It's said that if you merely sing her name, she will come, bringing happiness to everyone.


Come, sing with us. Everyone deserve happiness. We can finally be in a world where there is no pain, no hatred, no tears, only happiness.


~ Fin ~


PS: I really wanted to write of a magical realm of magical girls and happiness at the beginning, but it ended up like this again (lol)