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Song of the Stars
墨書 Inktalez
In that distant future, the interstellar interweaving brilliance illuminates every corner, and the miracle of technology has ushered humanity into a new era. In this interstellar age, society is divided into three genetic levels: Alpha, Beta, and Omega, each bearing different destinies and roles. Among these three levels, Omega Rose is like a caged bird, trapped on a planet filled with prejudice, enduring a fate she refuses to accept.
In a luxurious room at Caesar's Palace, Rose stands in front of a mirror, taking a deep breath, trying to conceal her emotions. Her reflection shows golden hair and deep blue eyes, as beautiful as the brightest starlight in the galaxy. However, her heart is filled with a longing for freedom.
"Rose, you must perform flawlessly tonight," Caesar's voice came from behind, cold and merciless.
Rose turned around and slightly bowed, "Yes, master," her voice devoid of any emotion.
In this future world of interstellar ABO, Rose stands in the center of the banquet hall, radiating light. Her gown sparkles like stardust under the lights, with every detail seemingly whispering secrets from distant galaxies. Her posture exudes indescribable elegance, yet her deep eyes conceal an unyielding flame.
The surrounding guests emit various Message element scents, intertwining in this noble social gathering. They cast admiring and longing glances at Rose, with some even attempting to catch her attention through Message element. However, Rose sees through these superficial games, her glands emitting a subtle yet firm scent, showing that she cannot be easily manipulated.
An Alpha dressed in a high-class noble uniform approached Rose, his eyes filled with disdain: "Miss Rosa, you are truly dazzling tonight, I almost didn't recognize you."
Rose smiled slightly and responded, "Is that so? I'm just trying to adapt to the occasion." Her voice was gentle but carried a hint of power.
"However, as an Omega appearing in this kind of occasion, it always feels a bit out of place, don't you think?" Another lady joined the conversation teasingly.
A sharpness flashed in Rose's eyes as she replied, "I believe that regardless of being an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, everyone should be treated equally. We all have our own radiance."
The words caused the surrounding crowd to quiet down slightly. Rose's attitude, even in this deeply divided ABO society, showed her independence and resilience.
A young Beta approached Rose in an attempt to ease the tension: "Miss Rosa, your dancing must be beautiful. Could you honor me with a dance?"
Rose nodded with a smile, but her eyes remained determined. This banquet was just a small step for her in this complex world. She had much more to do than this.
As the music started playing, she gracefully danced to the melody, every step revealing her determination. Her movements were smooth and confident, as if telling the world that even in a society filled with prejudice and inequality, she could find her place and shine.
The lights in the banquet hall flickered, as if witnessing a silent battle. And in this battle, Rose was a formidable warrior.
After the banquet, Rose walked back to her room, closed the door, and finally took off her mask. She gently stroked her long hair, tears silently streaming down her face. She looked out at the starry sky, her heart filled with despair and confusion.
"I must find a way out," she muttered to herself, her voice carrying a weak determination.
The next day, in the mansion's garden, Rose encountered the gardener, a middle-aged Beta female. Their eyes met, and they could both read the subtle pain in each other's eyes.
"Miss Rosa, your singing is so beautiful, just like the most beautiful flower in this garden," the gardener said with a smile.
Rose gently responded, "But even the most beautiful flower will eventually wither. What I long for is not beauty, but freedom."
The gardener nodded sympathetically, "I understand, Miss Rosa. But in this world, freedom always comes at a high price."
At night, Rose sneaked into her secret space, picked up her instrument, and began to play softly. Every note she played was filled with a longing for freedom. She sang with a deep sense of sorrow and strength in her voice.
At that moment, she heard footsteps outside. She quickly put the instrument back in its place and hid her secret. The door was gently pushed open, and Caesar's maid walked in.
"Miss Rosa, the master needs you to prepare for tomorrow's dinner," the maid's voice carried a hint of apology.
Rose nodded, but her heart was filled with unwillingness: "I understand, I'll go now."
She walked out of the room, but the flame in her heart was burning. She couldn't be imprisoned here forever; she had to find a way to freedom.
In the depths of the mansion, Rose walks alone, pondering her situation. Her heart feels bound and heavy, and every time Caesar casts his gaze filled with desire, she feels a wave of powerless anger. Despite this, she maintains inner strength as her only weapon to resist fate.
At night, Rose is summoned to Caesar's private study. The space is filled with the scent of books and dim light, creating an atmosphere of elegance and power. Here, she is not just a servant, but also the prey in Caesar's eyes.
Caesar sat in a large chair, his handsome face appearing even more profound in the shadows, with a confident and domineering aura emanating from his gray eyes as an Alpha. When his gaze fell on the gland at the delicate nape of Rose's neck, a hint of dangerous Message element permeated the air.
Rose poured him a drink, and although her movements were smooth and composed, her inner turmoil was churning. She felt Caesar's touch as his hand, adorned with a gemstone ring, inadvertently slid over Rose's soft shoulder, ambiguously caressing her smooth and delicate thigh. It was a contemptuous and possessive exploration, as if reminding her of the vast chasm between her status and his power. Her skin involuntarily reacted, but she quickly suppressed it.
Caesar's voice is deep and full of temptation, his words like an invisible web trying to entangle Rose: " Rose, your beauty is so captivating. I really want to possess you soon, don't you look forward to it?"
Rose struggled to maintain a calm exterior, but inside she was like a storm: "Thank you for your praise, master." Her voice carried a hint of stiffness, but she still maintained politeness on the surface.
Caesar's eyes lingered on Rose, filled with unfulfilled desire. But he didn't make any further moves, seemingly enjoying this ambiguous game.
As Rose left the study, her mood was heavy and complex. Her steps seemed slow, as if she were struggling with her emotions with each stride. Back in her room, she felt a suffocating loneliness. In the quiet night, her tears silently fell. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she held herself tightly, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
However, even so, there is still an unyielding flame in Rose's heart. She cannot let Caesar see her weakness. She must find an opportunity to escape and seek a path to freedom. In this ABO-differentiated society, as an Omega, she needs to be stronger than anyone else.
The next morning, in the garden, Rose encounters a nondescript Beta man who is Caesar's steward. There is a hint of sympathy in the man's eyes.
"Miss Rosa, your situation is very difficult, I know," he said in a low voice.
A hint of surprise flashed in Rose's eyes: "How... did you know?"
The butler sighed softly, "In this mansion, very few secrets can be completely hidden. But please believe, not everyone has ill intentions towards you."
Rose felt a hint of warmth. Even in this oppressive environment, there are still people willing to lend a helping hand. This brought a glimmer of hope to her heart.
At night, Rose was once again summoned to Caesar's private banquet. She was wearing a gorgeous gown, and despite her beauty and fragility, her eyes still showed determination. She walked with extra caution, trying to avoid triggering Caesar's further desires. Silently, she told herself that she would not yield and she must find a way to escape.
Halfway through the banquet, Rose took the opportunity when Caesar was distracted by other guests and quietly slipped into a corner of the garden. Under the moonlight, she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the oppression in her heart. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of her - it was the butler.
"Miss Rosa, I know you yearn for freedom," the butler's voice was deep and sincere.
A hint of surprise and doubt flashed in Rose's eyes: "You... You can help me?"
The butler nodded, "I cannot directly help you escape, but I can give you some information. Someone is looking for Omegas like you, perhaps they can help you."
Rose's hope was ignited, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, "Please tell me, I am willing to take the risk."
The butler revealed some information about the Interstellar Resistance Group and told her a secret way to contact them. After hearing this, Rose became even more determined. It's a dangerous path, but for her longing for freedom, any risk is worth a try.
Back in her room, Rose gazed at herself in the mirror. She knew that every step she took had to be careful, as any mistake could lead to disaster. But she had made up her mind, and no matter how difficult the future obstacles may be, she would fight for freedom.
In the days to come, Rose began to secretly make contact with the resistance organization, while carefully concealing her whereabouts to avoid arousing Caesar's suspicion.
Rose never gave up hope. Deep within her heart, there was a powerful force supporting her. Even though the road ahead was filled with thorns, she had to walk on with strength. Because she believed that one day, she would find her own stage, where she could sing her heart out freely and convey her own voice.
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