"Ugh, Dad learning to play the flute properly is slower than a butterfly crossing the ocean."
"...Dad will practice hard," the voice from the mory replied.
A voice that only existed within mories. A voice that could only be heard in the echoes of the past.
"Don’t worry, Dad. Everyone’s clumsy at sothing."
"You’ve grown up more than I thought, my little girl," the voice said fondly.
The exchange was a relic of the past, a conversation long since transford into a cherished mory—one that could no longer continue.
"Still, soday you have to play this song for , okay? This one, ‘Ocean Butterfly.’"
"I promise."
It was a promise made so long ago that even rembering when it happened was impossible. A promise forgotten, one thought never to be fulfilled.
And yet.
"♩♪♬───"
Through the blaring cacophony of warning sirens, the faint, clumsy sound of a flute pierced the air. It was so vivid, so clear, that it couldn’t be ignored, even if there was no longer any certainty left to grasp.
"...I’m sorry. I made you wait far too long."
Those words, laced with genuine feeling, slipped through the rigid chanical tone of the voice. And in that mont, their gaze finally t.
Rising from where they had collapsed helplessly, the figure leaned forward, stepping into that cold, unyielding embrace.
The reunion of the player and Il-hong filled the broadcast screen with a poignant illustration. The frozen cursor, stuck motionless for what felt like an eternity, mirrored the gravity of the mont.
Beyond the soft background music, all that could be heard was the ragged breathing and faint sobs of the two figures on screen. Il-hong’s tearful voice, muffled as she wept into the player’s chest, drowned out even the flood of donation ssages pouring in.
"…Ugh… Huuuuh…"
"😭😭😭😭😭"
"This scene is such an emotional cheat code. 😭😭😭😭"
"Wait, are they really crying?"
"DIAH IS CRYING 😭😭😭"
"God, Ocean Butterfly always hits so hard, no matter how many tis you see it."
"Legit tears?"
"This feels like real emotion, not forced."
"How long has it been since we’ve seen real crying?"
[User 백설연 has donated ₩10,000!]
This scene always makes cry. 😭😭😭
[User 가르자그 has donated ₩10,000!]
Diah’s tears just broke my heart. 😭😭😭
[User 슈우야 has donated ₩10,000!]
Seeing soone who never cries start to weep—it’s even more heartbreaking.
The chat and donation feeds were livelier than ever, and the viewer count had surged exponentially.
Though Ocean Butterfly had been out for years, its reputation remained untarnished, and its reach was still formidable. Viewers flooded in from every corner of the web, drawn by the promise of witnessing the ga’s iconic, heart-wrenching ending in real ti.
And then, there was the strear’s unfiltered, raw sobbing—a rare and deeply genuine mont being broadcast to the world.
The phenonon only accelerated as viewers shared clips across social dia, turning the mont viral. It all culminated in Diah reaching a monuntal milestone: surpassing 10,000 concurrent viewers.
However.
"Can’t we just... run away? Please!" Il-hong begged.
"I’m sorry," the player replied.
"No, no, I can’t live without you anymore! What’s the point of life without the ones you love?!"
In this mont, nothing else mattered but Il-hong and the player. A daughter and a father on the verge of yet another farewell.
It had been revealed that the player was not human but a humanoid robot—a being that embodied the ultimate taboo, a machine instilled with a consciousness.
The sinking of was a direct consequence of the player’s existence. If they were exposed, everyone connected to them would be arrested without exception.
The true culprits behind the player’s death and the creators of the illegal "Daydream" models were none other than the rulers of .
To cover their tracks, they intended to subrge the entire city into the ocean, erasing all evidence of their cris.
For the sake of a few corrupt individuals, the entirety of —its residents included—was sinking beneath the waves.
"Il-hong," the player began.
"Stop! Don’t say anything. I won’t listen. Just live. Please," she pleaded.
One of them had to stay behind in the city’s control room to activate the anti-gravity protocol and prevent the city from sinking completely.
There was no option for both of them to survive.
"You know how much I love you, right?"
The player, who had already died once, could not allow their daughter to face any more danger because of them.
Il-hong, who had only just reunited with her father, could not bear the thought of losing him again.
Neither wanted the other to sacrifice themselves.
But ti was running out.
"Rember . Rember what I ant in your life. That’s enough."
—Step.
"I’ll be watching over you."
The player made their decision, and the goodbye they dreaded was carried out.
Steps that could not be controlled.
A sacrifice that could not be stopped.
All that remained was to watch.
All that remained was to endure the unbearable.
Through tear-filled eyes, Il-hong could only watch as the father she had waited so long to see once again faded into the distance.
The parent Ha-eun had wished for her entire life—a parent who loved their child more than anything—vanished.
What was left behind was Il-hong, a girl the sa age as Ha-eun.
“………………”
Having long wished for a parent, Ha-eun understood the imnse weight of their presence. And having finally witnessed one, she also understood the depth of the loss.
[It was good.]
"?"
"Why are you so quiet, DiahDiah?"
"Was it that emotional? 😭😭😭"
"Ocean Butterfly is truly a masterpiece."
Instead of speaking, Diah communicated through a notepad, the silence allowing her to keep so semblance of composure.
[Yeah. It’s a well-made ga.]
While typing her impressions, sothing began to rise on the monitor.
A crude, childlike drawing of the player, sketched by a young Il-hong.
“...Ugh.”
"Oh no, here we go again. 😭😭😭"
"There was one last shot left to fire."
"Junjang-nim, noooo! 😭😭😭"
"Diah’s crying again. 😭😭😭"
"It’s so heartbreaking, even at the very end."
"Ocean Butterfly (Complete)"
Diah, now overco once more, typed out her farewell and ended the broadcast.
The chat and donations continued pouring in, but she couldn’t bring herself to pay attention anymore. Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, she shut everything down.
After a long ti sitting numbly in her chair, Diah finally moved.
Collapsing onto her mattress, she tossed and turned, unable to settle.
Her mories, sharper than usual, replayed vividly, like bubbles briefly rising to the surface before bursting.
All that filled her mind were countless hypothetical scenarios.
Even though she had parents, they hadn’t been the kind she needed.
"...Would it have been better to have no mories at all?"
Having already cried her heart out, no more tears ca.
That was the only solace she could find.
***
Ding.
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Hey, Cream, did you see Diah playing Ocean Butterfly?
"Oh, yes. She’s still young, so she’s very sensitive and emotional."
"Well, being 1-year-old is definitely young. 😂"
"Ocean Butterfly really is a masterpiece."
"Then what about Maile, who cried even harder during her second stream?"
"Maile unnie? That’s just her being an F by nature."
"Wow, harsh, Cream."
"Cream, are you a T?"
"Alright, Cream, you’re next. You need to play Ocean Butterfly too."
"It looks way too hard for . Diah made it to the ending, but if I tried, I’d be up all night and still not finish."
"That’s because Diah played on Hero difficulty."
"Oh, right. She did go Hero mode, lol."
"Everyone was so distracted by her crying that we forgot it was on Hero difficulty."
[ㅇㅇ님 has donated ₩10,000!]
Call Diah and ask if she’s okay, and I’ll donate ₩30,000 more.
"Hmm…"
With such a reasonable mission, strear Cream (real na Jung Maria) hesitated. She was genuinely worried about Ha-eun, who had been far more emotional than usual throughout the Ocean Butterfly stream and had even struggled to speak by the end.
After a mont of consideration, Maria decided to call Ha-eun. Even a brief chat might help Ha-eun feel a bit better.
However.
♪
♪…click.
The call connected almost instantly, within a single second.
[...Hello?]
"Whoa."
"What??"
"Noonaaaaaaa!!!"
"Holy—"
"That voice!"
"I’m dying over here."
"She’s killing us with her voice. 🔥"
The voice that ca through was entirely different from the usual tone Diah used on her streams.
"D-Diah! Unnie’s live right now!!"
It only took a few seconds for Jung Maria to realize she’d made a huge mistake—a colossal, irreversible mistake.
To be fair, having Diah on a live call during her streams wasn’t anything new. They’d had casual chats about Diah’s streams several tis before.
But this ti.
[…Oh.]
"Noonaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Who IS this??"
"I’m swooning."
"Her voice is unreal, omg."
"Norae, we’re blushing on your behalf!!!!"
The voice coming through the speakerphone wasn’t Diah’s usual cheery tone. It was Ha-eun’s true voice—low and husky from her strained throat.
And it was the first ti her audience had ever heard it.
The contrast was striking, making the mont even more morable.
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