✈️ Chapter 8 — From Y to Y

- Original song: Hatsune Miku https://youtu.be/s3W9x2EZBWA?si=5X1EVSnWF8_VSZXi - Cover: Megurine Luka https://youtu.be/nj2meT7dhIQ?si=Rf9zSGwge4tEALnv - Cover: Kamui Gakupo https://youtu.be/zvt-u2RvOVw?si=vTgqLOZU_qYkGtx_ 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 From the long quiet hours above the ocean to the first glimpse of land through the clouds, time had moved forward without hurry. The airplane descended slowly. The city below grew clearer. Lights. Highways. Rivers cutting through the landscape. America. The wheels touched the runway with a gentle jolt. A low vibration ran through the cabin. Passengers began to stir. Seatbelts unfastened. Overhead compartments opened. From the sky to solid ground, the journey had reached its end. Luka stepped into the airport terminal. The signs were in English. Announcements echoed in a different rhythm. From the narrow airplane aisle to the wide halls of arrival, everything felt unfamiliar. Yet strangely calm. She pulled her suitcase behind her. The wheels rolled softly across the floor. From one continent to another, the world had quietly shifted. At the exit doors, she paused. Outside, the evening light of another country spread across the sky. For a moment, she simply stood there. Then she stepped forward. A new road waited ahead. — From the first recording of the morning to the quiet hours of late night, the studio lights had never turned off. Gakupo remained in the same room. Several sheets of music now lay across the desk. Some filled with notes. Others marked with small corrections. The engineer had long since stepped out for a break. The building was almost empty. Only the faint hum of equipment remained. From morning to midnight, the song had slowly taken shape. Gakupo sat in front of the microphone once more. The headphones rested loosely around his neck. Outside the window, the city lights flickered in the distance. He looked down at the final page of the score. The last lines of the song. He took a quiet breath. Then lifted the headphones again. The red light turned on for the final time that night. Recording. From silence to the final note, his voice filled the studio one last time. The melody rose gently. Then slowly faded. When the last note ended, the room returned to stillness. The red light switched off. From the beginning of the day to the quiet end of the night, something had finally been completed. Gakupo removed the headphones. Just quietly standing before the microphone. Listening to the silence. Far across the ocean, another journey had already begun. But here, in the quiet recording studio, the song remained. From two voices to one, the melody continued.