He was greeted by the faded floral wallpaper, before calmly taking a seat on the sofa. He then placed the brown bag in which the canned goods were inside on the table, before glancing at the brown box beside him and picking it up.

The box had a round knob with numerous numbers and a red switch on the side.

Flicking the switch, the box buzzed with a screeching sound accompanied by faint voices that seemed to intertwine with the screeching.

He fiddled with the white knob, the screeching of the radio either intensified as a result or lowered into a more audible comprehensible voice. He continued this for a few minutes before he managed to reach the right frequency; A human voice echoed from the box.

He dropped the radio on the flower-embroidered glass table and took off his shirt. He did all this while listening to it.

"Hello, People of canen. It's your boy Jonathan; the news God!" A faint rumbling of drums echoed in the background.

"We're so sad that the daughter of Baron Brown has been stolen by that man that calls himself Iron Man... But like who the hell is Iron Man? The person who gave him that name really needs to have some salt thrown into their tea. If it was me I would have called him the Iron Imperator!" The drums again echoed in a unified beat.

"Enough about that, we all know that's going on! You see my people, in just a few days, the great ball of baron Lucas will be happening. You know people, the ball to celebrate the desert ruby! A unique stone that was found in the abandoned salt mines deep in the mountains. But hey, shuh everyone. We can't let the pirates know, because they will try to steal it...." There was a moment of silence on the radio,

"Of course, I'm kidding you, my people! Even if anyone shows up, Baron Lucas has prepared numerous securities and even hired mercenaries. So nothing wrong will happen. Anyway, I will keep you guys tuned on anything else that goes on in the baron's case.

Oh, I forgot. To my people in the backwater part of our city, toying day in and out, taking in the polluted air of the factories, you guys have my praise. Let the nobles or tycoons say what they want, you guys are the true backbone of this city of ours.

But we're not done! I know many of you just switched to the Jonathan's channel just for the sweet melodies my sister plays at the end of the channel, but that's not now, we still have a lot to discuss. By the way, my sister's new novel; Wish Hermit is out. And I bet you all can guess where the inspiration came from. Oh yeah, it came from the rumors that have been going around the city, well, specifically lower canen. The upper canen rich lords don't bother with rumors. Anyway, we all know how the rumor goes;

If you journey to the deepest part of the earth, you will find a rotting hermit who will grant you any wish... So my people why don't we take a drill to go see the hermit? I for one will ask for a larger junk. Mines small. The ladies say it doesn't even reach. Sigh, why can't the Almighty make a perfect being? I have a good face and everything but somehow I have a small junk... It's just sad."

Keifer listening to the radio, went into the kitchen with the brown bag. He needed to arrange all the mess and equally wash off the blood in his clothes that he hid in the drawers.

He could not eat in that mess. Nonetheless, he still paid attention to the radio. It was obvious to him that the host of the channel was a rather young fellow.

"Anyway, my people, I hear one of the inventions of this June month is a humanoid machine. Can you imagine that? A machine that has legs and arms. Those rich lords be trying to replace us. No way a machine can do what I do. They can't even go down like I do. But I think they call it a Ro..Ro..oh yeah I got it; Robot! They call it a robot. A man-machine. But you ask me, that's all far-fetched. Yeah, I know the techno priests of the empire are basically wizards, but even they aren't God. No way they can create a human-like machine. The Almighty will never allow it.

That aside, numerous blazing houses are being set up around low canen, supposedly, numerous people are having psyche-related issues and need the blazing light to help. On that note, I know most of you people be wondering how the blazing lights work, some even thinking it's actual magic. Well, it's not. I don't know the sweet details but it's something about the unique rays hitting the light and restructuring the brain. So my people does that sound like supernatural? Nope, it's science."

"Alright, I think many of you are quite agitated and would like to hear my sister play. So ladies and dudes this is the violinist; Mansa!"

A moment of quiet filled the room before a soft rhythm began to flow from the radio, like the gentle murmur of a calm river. The music quickly picked up speed, racing as if the musicians were engaged in a fierce battle. It gave the impression of countless soldiers screaming as they charged into the fray.

Tears welled up in Keifer's eyes as he recalled his family and the soldiers who had died for him. The music slowed suddenly, marking the respite felt by soldiers as the war neared its end.

The rhythm and symphonies blended softly into the air, with the strings of the violin symbolizing the hushed conversations of war, the belief that it might begin anew.

Fear gnawed at the hearts of the soldiers as the commander sent them to their deaths.

The music then swelled in a radiant crescendo, commending the indomitable spirits of the soldiers, before gradually descending into a slow, settled melody, as if marking the final breaths of the fallen.

Slowly, the music diminished to a gentle whisper and then stopped.

Keifer, standing in the kitchen, leaned against the table with his eyes closed, reminiscing about his past as an emperor and the countless soldiers who had died in his name.

But his thoughts were abruptly shattered by the jovial voice of the radio host.

"This is my sister's symphony of war. She dedicates this one to the workers who mine the salt, and those who survive the harsh and struggle in the factories. And although the soldiers may feel some attraction to it. She claims that the music does not correlate to true warfare but the hustle and bustle of the hard life...With that, Jonathan out!"

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A thump sound echoed from the radio before followed by the screeching sound.

Keifer leaned there on the table, staring at the ceiling.

.....

Keifer stayed in the kitchen for a while, before soon he snapped himself from the trance of memories and hurried up the cleaning.

Afterward, he went into the room on the left side of the living room.

He decided to prolong his meal till later in the day since he lacked money to buy any other thing if he got hungry again.

The remaining 5 pounds was for emergency use.

He entered his bedroom.

The room was rather small with a medium-sized bed, draped with flower flower-designed bedspread on the left wall of the room. The room also had a bathroom on the right corner. A full-body mirror lay opposite the bed; on the wall.

Ahead on the other side of the room was an oriel window with flower patterns engraved in the glass. And right before that window was a desk and chair, with disheveling arranged books and paper documents.

Apart from the occasional books scattered on the ground, the room was pretty scarce and even his clothes were in the drawer in the living room. It was a spacious apartment.

Spending a few minutes arranging the room, keifer stood in the middle of the well-organized result, with a solemn look on his face.

Looking at the tapestry of books everywhere, Keifer glanced around while wondering what exactly was the original Keifer's profession.

He seemed very involved with books, and given the state of this world, I would have thought education was not a priority. But again, making proofless deductions would lead to failure.

After everything was done, keifer went into the bathroom which was equally fitted with round pipes at the top edge of the wall, a seemingly modern bronze toilet, and a sink.

Nonetheless, he did not pay attention to all these things, he turned on the shower and bathed himself in the soothing hot water.

When that was done, he wrapped himself in the white towel and approached the full-body mirror.

As he stood before it, his reflection came into view.

A young man roughly 1.7 meters tall, with black hair and piercing black eyes that contained a sharp double eyeline which only further enhanced his sharp features. He was of the thin statue, with obvious signs of starvation, visible in his prominent bones.

Seeing his body, Keifer recalled the dizziness and nausea he felt back in the kitchen.

"It seems that this body lacks nutrition. But I suppose seeing that there no food in the kitchen, that would explain that."

After observing his body was a prolonged couple of minutes, he concluded that nothing untoward except starvation was an issue. Visibly, he seemed healthy enough and only needed food. Luckily, he bought a few canned goods on his way home. Although they would hardly do anything to fix his statue.

His apartment was located on Belle Street which was named such because of the insane asylum called Belle Rose. Looking away from the mirror, he walked towards the oriel window.

Looking at the window, Keifer snapped open the pocket watch. The inside equally had a unique flowery pattern design on the face of the clock.

The time was 1: 40 pm.

The gray-white sun was still rainy its light on the world below.

"So the white sun isn't an instant thing like eclipses."

Taking his eyes away from the window, keifer lay on the bed with nothing on but towels. His eyes stared out as his eyelids gradually shot close.

He drifted into sleep.

.....

Opening his eyes, his vision first blurred before a blue hue screened it.

A sacred ethereal blue light was shown from his window, which bathed his room in the light.

The blue light screened everything from his desk to the full-body mirror.

The bulbs on his way were blinking on and off while making an annoying buzzing sound. He stepped down from his bed and approached the oriel window.

His body was flitted by the blue light as his gaze looked out the window.

In midair, a blue moon hung in the backdrop of the dark veiled sky, glowing in silence with an aura of true sacredness.

So a white sun and a blue moon. Keifer noted the phenomena with a solemn gaze, betraying no changes in his expression.

Just as keifer was about to retrieve his gaze from the window, the wind suddenly stopped. Almost as if it had been frozen. The distant hums that plagued the city vanished as if walled by an invisible veil.

Immediately after, a soft low tune played around his room. It was like the gentle trashing of water against a rock, the "Keow" sound that sounded like it belonged to a seagull.

It seemed like the ocean was somewhere in his room, transmitting its sounds into the space.

Looking around the room in hopes of discovering the source of the anomaly, Keifer maintained a solemn expression. Displaying no fluctuations in his expression.

He moved a couple of steps and stood in the middle of the room, surveying for the source. Just then, his chest suddenly spread with an intense pain. A pain so much that he responsively dropped to his knees.

But just as the pain was about to overwhelm him, a white light quickly exploded in front of him. Blurring his vision in the intensity.

Afterward, the surroundings wrapped, as if distancing themselves at an incredible speed. He instantly found himself, floating in a gray world where the booms of the lighting barely illuminated the sky. However, before he could get used to his surroundings, everything around him pushed back at an incredible speed.

He finally appeared in front of a shore. The vast sea right before him with the blue moon spreading its glow across the vastness.

The dark sky was scattered with tiny stars all seemingly blinking. The surroundings were calm and somewhat ethereal. The sound of seagulls and the trashing of waves was the only thing audible in the place.