[Scene setting] A secure holographic call. Paris, Rome, Osaka — lights flicker, power unstable. Faces appear half-formed in static: Richard, Solène, Carole, Jo, Solana with Jane. From Osaka, Aymeric leans forward, the hospital image still in his mind. Jo begins, but it is Jane who takes the record — and history bends to her words. [Voice: Jane (historian, first-person narration)] [Verse 1 – The Call] Steady rhythm, another adds scraping, dissonant fills, sometimes detuned, contributing to the uneasy atmosphere. Paris, Rome, Osaka — the line flickered thin, Faces like ghosts, but bound by what’s within. Two eternal voices Jane once played, Caught in a tale never yet registered. Destiny filled, sometimes the tune, Comes trembling again in the high atmosphere. Paris, Rome, Osaka — the line flickered thin, Faces like ghosts, but bound by what’s within. [Verse 2 – The Circle] Solène spoke of Richard, his eyes gone astray. Carole, of paintings that warned of today. Aymeric recalled the hospital’s breath, An unnamed woman, suspended in death. [Chorus – The Truth Revealed] They said five were chosen, But a sixth was concealed. Not erased by forgetting — Erased to be sealed. Like a chord torn out of a song, Her absence still plays. Candidate Zero, The hidden one, always. [Verse 3 – The Seed] The contest was never a contest at all, But a dream-seeded trial, a veiled recall. We planted ideas, but deeper they grew — Simulations that dreamt us, not what we drew. [Verse 4 – The Revenants] Revenants — that is the name we bear: Those who returned, marked by there. We carry its silence, we carry its flame, Never the same, never the same. [Chorus – The Truth Revealed] They said five were chosen, But a sixth was concealed. Not erased by forgetting — Erased to be sealed. Like a chord torn out of a song, Her absence still plays. Candidate Zero, The hidden one, always. [Bridge – The Question] Who chooses us, and for what design? To bridge two worlds, or to cross a line? We spoke, but the static devoured the thread — Only the Garden remembers the dead. [Verse 5 – San Francisco] And then I asked of Emma, her silence of late, Of David who waits, of Geneviève’s fate. “San Francisco in darkness,” Jo said, eyes grim, “Sirens rising like a requiem hymn.” [Final Chorus – The Weight] They said five were chosen, But the sixth was denied. Her face in the shadows, Her name set aside. Like a string pulled taut on a violin’s bow, Her silence is louder Than we want to know. [Outro – Whispered] If the Garden misplaces the fragile, Then truth must remember instead. Five chosen, one hidden. And she walks among us, unnamed… But not dead.
