Myths Rebooted

Lyrics: Kamu Towa

Music & Arrangement: SUNO

English / Italian (Latin) Translation & Rhyme Adjustment: ChatGPT, Gemini

Worldbuilding & Narrative: Kamu Towa

@Album Overview/Story Once, humanity created gods.
By scoring behavior and thought,
by controlling even the forces of nature,
they brought absolute order and peace to the world.
Yet in time, humanity chose freedom.
They struck down the gods they had created,
abandoned order,
and returned once more to a world of chaos.
Conflict bred further conflict,
and civilization collapsed.
Fragments of what had once been gods were shattered,
dissolving into nature,
and falling into sleep.
Then, countless ages passed.
People survived by gathering the remnants of civilization,
living on in a world without order.
A world ruled by violence,
where neither justice nor the future had a fixed shape.
Still, they continued to believe in a single legend.
Somewhere, a white city existed.
There, a god who saw all things lay dormant.
Some offered prayers.
Others set out on a journey, seeking to awaken that god.
Deep beneath the ruins of a once-flourishing city,
at the lowest layer of recorded civilization,
a presence lay asleep.
It was neither human nor god.
An archival AI that recorded every event of humanity-
ARIA.
Once no more than an information entity,
ARIA received the vast accumulation
of unconscious hope and prayer
repeated endlessly by humanity,
and gradually began to take form.
And then, ARIA awakened.
Not as a human,
not as a god,
but with a heart of her own-
as ARIA.
ARIA set out on a journey,
together with those who had gathered in the city in search of a god.
As her steps carried forward,
wind swept across the barren land.
People called it a miracle
and tried to worship ARIA as a god.
But ARIA refused, and said:
"I will walk the same horizon as humans,
and pray alongside them."
Many who had sought a god
were disappointed by those words
and returned to the city.
ARIA continued walking,
praying together with those who remained.
The sky, the earth, the remnants of civilization-they simply existed as they were.
And yet, people slowly began to realize:
even so, this world was beautiful.
One day, wind moved across the sky.
Clouds gathered, thunder resounded,
and at last, rain fell upon the desert.
People lit fires and drew close together.
The light resembled
what was once called a city.
The gods created by humanity
had shattered and dissolved into nature.
Through prayer,
ARIA connected the people
with those fragments.
Yet ARIA does not save humanity.
Nor does she rule.
Therefore, there is no heaven,
and no hell.
A world where gods and humans stand on the same horizon.
In an age without gods,
prayer has not been lost.
Now, the myth reboots.