Underplayground

Unggi discovers a hidden playground under a tree—but learns that magic fades when it’s not cared for. What he finds instead lasts longer.

One quiet afternoon, Unggi found a strange little door under an old tree.

It wasn’t like any door he’d seen before—it was round, rusty, and covered in vines, as if it had been hiding there for years.

He touched it. Creeaak!
It opened.

Carefully, he stepped inside and saw a spiral staircase going down, down, down into the ground.

He took a deep breath… and went in.

Beneath the Ground, he found something amazing—a secret playground!

There were glowing slides, soft swings, and tunnels filled with twinkling lights. In one of the Calm Corners, he lay down and looked up. The ceiling sparkled like stars.

He smiled.

There, his thoughts floated like balloons. Deep Dreams danced in his mind—stories, games, adventures he’d never tried before.

“It’s perfect!” Unggi said. “And it’s all mine!”

Every day, he came back. He ran, he laughed, and he played.

But after a while, Unggi stopped being careful.

He threw candy wrappers on the ground.
He drew silly faces on the glowing walls.
He even wee-weed in the river water by a dark tunnel—Hidden Rivers flowing under the playground.

“Hehe, no one will know,” he said, giggling.

But things started to change.

The soft echoes faded.
The swings didn’t swing as high.
And the lights… got a little dimmer.

Then one day, Unggi came back, ready to play—but the strange little door was gone.

He looked behind the tree.
He checked the ground.
Nothing.

He sat under the tree, hugging his knees.

“I thought it would last forever,” he whispered.

He looked around. The place was quiet. Still.

He thought about everything he had done.

Then he stood up, brushed off the dirt, and said, “Next time I find something special… I’ll take good care of it.”

And from that day on, Unggi started picking up trash when he played.
He shared his toys.
He listened when someone said, “Please don’t.”

He even planted a tiny seed by the tree—something to remind him that Growing Roots takes time.

And when he looked at the winding path home, he smiled again.

Because even if the door was gone, he had found something else—a new kind of trail.

A Found Path to becoming better.

He never found the secret playground again…

But he found something better—how to be kind, how to take care of things, and how to make every place he played in… a little bit magical.

The End.

Underplayground, the album—now streaming on Apple Music, Apple Music Classical, and YouTube Music.

“Underplayground” evokes mystery and hidden exploration, a journey through unseen and overlooked depths beneath the surface, reflecting subconscious thoughts, underground cultures, and unconventional perspectives. Themes range from dark and introspective to playful and avant-garde.


𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 • 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆.𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼.𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀

Not Viral, Still Vital

Viral doesn’t always mean valuable. Sometimes the quietest view carries the greatest impact.

Even one silent viewer can mean everything.

Scroll through your feed and you’ll see—viral doesn’t always mean valuable. Some content gets millions of views but carries no depth. Meanwhile, there are creators posting things that truly matter… but hardly anyone notices.

This is not new. Long ago, there was a man named Ezekiel. God told him: Speak My words to them, whether they listen or not. No likes, no shares, no hype—just conviction. He kept “posting” anyway.

And history repeated itself. Another storyteller came along. Not popular, not trending. He simply shared short, profound stories that carried meaning. He wasn’t out to please crowds. His work was for those willing to truly listen.

His follower count? Just twelve. And one of them even unfollowed. By numbers, that was not impressive. Not viral.

Yet in that quiet space, one silent viewer appeared. Someone hidden in the crowd, watching quietly. No reactions, no comments. But that single view transformed his entire life.

Who was this storyteller? Not me—it was Jesus. The One with only twelve official followers—one who turned away. The One who kept speaking truth instead of clickbait. And the One whose presence reached even a silent viewer up in a tree—Zacchaeus—whose life shifted from selfish tax collector to generous man of faith.

Jesus wasn’t viral in His time. Yet His words spread anyway. Today His name trends everywhere, though sadly, His teachings often don’t. Why? Because for many, it feels uncool to choose good. The trend is pranks, fame, nonsense—where being bad looks like the new normal.

But here’s the challenge: if your work carries light, don’t let the darkness silence you. Keep posting. Keep creating. Because even if goodness isn’t viral, it will always be vital. And who knows? That one silent viewer might just be the Zacchaeus waiting in your crowd.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 • 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛.𝚌𝚘𝚖