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He thought about the lyrics that burned in his mind. The world was loud, full of "noise" and "packaging," but empty of content. Everyone wanted to be a king, but no one wanted to be a brother. He felt the weight of being a guardian of old-fashioned principles: loyalty, truth, and the courage to stay human when it was easier to become a machine.

The city didn’t sleep; it just pulsed with a cold, neon light that never reached the shadows. Radu stood on his balcony, watching the sea of people below. From this height, they looked like a single organism, moving in sync to the rhythm of notification pings and flashing billboards. RAPPA - Ultimii Oameni | (Instr. Blaze) | [Lume...

He remembered a time when "value" meant the weight of a person’s word, not the number of zeros in their bank account or the filters on their photos. He saw a society where empathy had become a currency too expensive for most to spend. People walked with their heads down, not in prayer or humility, but glued to glass screens that promised connection while delivering only loneliness. He thought about the lyrics that burned in his mind

Earlier that day, he had seen an old man struggle with a heavy bag of groceries at the subway entrance. Dozens of people pushed past him. Some groaned at the obstruction; others didn’t even look up. Radu had stopped to help, and the old man’s eyes hadn't just shown gratitude—they showed shock. It was as if kindness had become a foreign language that no one spoke anymore. "We are the last ones," Radu whispered to the wind. He felt the weight of being a guardian

He felt like a ghost in his own neighborhood. In his ears, a heavy, boom-bap beat—Blaze’s instrumental—provided the heartbeat the city was missing. It was rhythmic, grounding, and slightly melancholic, much like his thoughts. Radu was one of the "Ultimii Oameni."

The choice to remain "human" despite the social cost.