EXCERPT #12:

EXCERPT #12:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

This is a signal… Oh, of, um… Distress… And… You get it… Do I have to say this every time?

I don't know why I’m asking you, old sport. You’re the one who needs to listen to me saying the same things over and over.

[Sighs]... I know you want me to get to the point. But… well…

There is none…

There is no point!

I haven’t seen her. Anywhere.

I’ve been on patrols, changing my location every night to somewhere new, places I’ve never even been before.

I called Nightcrawler… just in case he knew… That’s how you know I was desperate, old sport. That’s how you know I tried! I swear!

Of course, in all “Nightcrawler” fashion, he doesn’t let me speak and instead continues to ask why I haven’t been answering… blah, blah, same old stuff…

So, he was no use either.

I revisited those streets… Every. Day.

And nothing…! Just the same people, same crowds, moving out of the way for me.

I’ve started to theorise that she may have just dyed her hair a normal colour and changed out of that dress… It’s easy to blend into the crowd if you try hard enough… But why?

We met so quickly and exchanged such little words… Why did she have the urge to run? To hide?

I’m starting to give up hope, old sport. But I’ll keep trying. I need to know who she is…

[…]

…and she just had this faded, dyed hair! Just like mine! You would’ve been jealous of how cool she looks, as I feel about you, February.

I wonder if you’ll look any different, since I last saw you, when we see each other again.

I wonder if you’re thinking about me as often as I think about you.

I really do wish you were here. You would be able to find this girl, I just know it.

You always knew exactly where to look, whenever I lost something, or whenever we played ‘Where’s Wally?’, you’d always know in a matter of seconds where he was hiding.

You always found me, February, in my darkest of times. But how on Earth am I to find you? If I cannot even find Wally on a page of a children’s book, what chance do I have searching the universe for you?

Maybe you can find yourself… Perhaps, that’s what you’ve been away trying to do. Perhaps you already did. And for that, I am so proud. Please, February, let me find you; let me tell you how proud I am.

♪ There’s nothing left for us anymore Why aren’t you listening? Why aren’t you listening to me? There’s nothing left. ♪

Universe City: EP. 1 - Dark Blue

In distress. Stuck in Universe City. Send help.

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Hello.

I hope somebody is listening..

I'm sending out this call via radio signal - long outdated, I know, but one of the few methods of communication the City has forgotten to monitor - in a dark and desperate cry for help.

Things in Universe City are not what they seem.

I cannot tell you who I am. Please call me ... Please just call me Radio. Radio Silence. I am, after all, only a voice on a radio, and there may not be anyone listening.

I wonder - if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

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Guys im not even Korean but this is a banger for the kpop industry!

우리는 모두 루프에 갇혀 있습니다. 누구든지 내 말을들을 수 있습니까? 내가 소리를 내고 있는 걸까? 라디오 침묵 안녕하세요, 누군가가 듣고 있기를 바랍니다. 유니버스 시티는 도움을 청하는 외침입니다! 내 말을 들을 수 있는 사람이 있나요? 내가 소리를 내고 있는 걸까?

ulineun modu lupeue gadhyeo issseubnida. nugudeunji nae mal-euldeul-eul su issseubnikka? naega solileul naego issneun geolkka? ladio chimmug annyeonghaseyo, nugungaga deudgo issgileul balabnida. yunibeoseu sitineun doum-eul cheonghaneun oechim-ibnida! nae mal-eul deul-eul su issneun salam-i issnayo? naega solileul naego issneun geolkka?

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