KOMOREBI

No one remembers exactly when the music began.

There is only a moment suspended in time, before sound, before light:
a silence so deep it feels eternal.

 

Within that silence, something was left unfinished.
A promise never spoken.
A memory no one could name anymore.

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The first to feel it was Alice.

 

Not as a sound, but as a fragile vibration hidden between the pauses of the world.
Sitting at a piano, she touched a key without knowing why.
The note that emerged was not only music: it was memory.

 

That note crossed the night.

 

It reached Lio, who was trying to drown out the noise inside himself with the distorted sound of his guitar.
For a moment, everything stopped.
His instinct found a direction: not anger, but a fire that protected that memory.

 

Then came the pulse.

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Dani sensed it before he could even hear it.
A distant, steady rhythm, as if time itself were trying to gather its scattered pieces.
When he lifted his drumsticks, silence stopped being empty.
It became space.

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Finally, the depth.

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Rose recognized what the others could not yet see:
those separate notes were not accidental.
They were roots of the same memory, scattered across the world.
When her bass united its frequencies, the distance between them ceased to exist.

 

They did not meet by chance.
They were called by the same absence.

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When the first shared sound filled the air,
the original silence did not disappear...
it transformed into something new.

 

A restless light.
An echo that keeps moving.
A story that has only just begun.

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That story has a name:

 

SHOVEI

 

It is not just a band.

It is the place where memories that refuse to fade become music.
And that music is what keeps them alive.

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Every song is an attempt to answer the same question,
whispered by the silence at the beginning of everything:

 

what happens when the light chooses not to fade?