‘MUL’

music unlocks love

Elevator Pitch

MUL: Music Unlocks Love is a fantasy adventure novel about diversity and the power of connection in a dystopian world where creativity and free thinking must be hidden, or drained by the powerful yet broken alchemist, Krytun. When seven troubled teenagers from diverse London backgrounds receive mysterious invitations in their dreams, they are drawn into a world unlike anything they have seen before.

Created by Muso, the avatar of retired musician and artist Lennox Zingerman, MUL reveals forgotten truths humanity has lost for centuries. There, the teenagers uncover a mission far greater than themselves: stop Krytun, whose fractured identity is causing him to drain the life force from the Earth itself. As they learn to empower and heal themselves, they discover they may also hold the key to restoring a broken world; but first they must answer an impossible question: destroy Krytun, or heal him?

Think Minecraft meets the Metaverse with shades of Ready Player One, wrapped in a multicultural London street vibe; and a villain creating chaos and suffering who isn't truly evil... just lost.

SYNOPSIS

MUL: Music Unlocks Love is a fantasy adventure about diversity, creativity, and the power of connection in a dystopian world where imagination and free thinking are fading. Unknown to its inhabitants, humanity is living beneath the influence of Krytun, an ancient alchemist whose fractured mind unconsciously drains creativity, joy, and colour from every living thing around him. As imagination disappears, society becomes increasingly grey, divided, and disconnected, with no clear explanation for the decline.

In London, Jeeni and her twin brother Berni live with their Jamaican mother and Irish father, alongside five other teenagers they have yet to meet. Each is struggling to find their place in a world shaped by fear, pressure, and isolation. None of them realise they are about to be brought together by forces beyond their understanding, or that their lives will become part of a much larger mission that could determine the future of Earth.

Centuries earlier, an advanced civilisation known as the Creators attempted to control the weather and triggered a catastrophic chain reaction that devastated the planet. In a final attempt to stabilise the Earth’s core, they turned to Krytun, the most powerful alchemist in existence. The process succeeded, but left Krytun spiritually fractured and cut off from his own identity. Lost and unknowingly starving, he discovered he could survive only by absorbing the creative life force of others. Over generations, this created what the Creators later called The Krytun Effect.

Desperate to reverse the decline without destroying Krytun, the Creators recruit an unlikely ally: Lennox Zingerman, a retired composer, artist, and eccentric recluse living in an old London manor house. Through music, imagination, and memory, Lennox designs MUL; a dreamscape world that exists between reality and imagination. He creates his avatar, Muso, to guide the chosen teenagers. He also enlists his former bandmates as “Creature Teacher” mentors.

Through dream lights planted in their minds, the seven teenagers begin to enter MUL, where they create avatars and face immersive dream experiences that challenge their fears, wounds, and self-beliefs. As they grow, they begin to heal individually, and their connections strengthen. Together, they evolve into a united group known as the Rainbow Warriors — not defined by power, but by empathy, creativity, and connection.

As the Rainbow Warriors awaken more fully, MUL itself begins to evolve, becoming increasingly powerful and affecting the real world. Creativity and emotional awareness begin to return to humanity, but so does Krytun’s awareness of them.

When they finally come face to face with him, they discover the Creators never intended for Krytun to be destroyed.

Krytun is not a monster, but a broken being who has forgotten who he is.

With guidance from Muso and the Creature Teachers, the Rainbow Warriors make a radical choice: instead of fighting him, they share their own memories, emotions, and creative energy. Through music and human connection, Krytun’s lost identity begins to awaken.

As he remembers who he truly is, colour, imagination, and hope begin to return to the world; suggesting that healing, rather than destruction, may be the true force capable of saving humanity.

MUL

Prologue

In a dystopian world, people have forgotten how to dream. Even though they still dream almost every night, very few remember their dreams.

But what if they could change that?

What if dreams weren’t just random noise, but messages worth listening to?

In the world before Krytun, even the smallest child’s dreams were heard, shared, and taken seriously by the whole community. What if that idea mattered even more today?

MUL is a world that exists within the dreamscape — part virtual reality, part magic, part something that doesn't even have a name yet.

Seven very different teenagers living in London are about to receive an unusual invitation to go there.

They don't know each other.

They don't know what's coming.

And they definitely don't know that the changes they make inside MUL.world could change everything on Earth.

Mul

Chapter 1

a Special Delivery

As night falls over a quiet London suburb, the rain mists down turning the streets shiny and black. Every house seems to huddle closer together, trying to keep warm, as the flickering street lights struggle to lift the cloak of darkness;

High above the rooftops, something mysterious stirs.

Suddenly, a low hum can be heard as a rainbow of glowing lights shoot through the sky like speeding comets; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. Each one, the size of a tennis ball, smooth glass-like orbs, sparkling with tiny inner lights. The violet one looks slightly larger than the rest.

They travel in a straight line, then suddenly dive down as if they are on a mission, stopping dead at Number 1 Park Road. They hover, silent and still, outside a first-floor window.

The red one breaks away from the others. It gently pushes against the slightly open bedroom window, slips inside like a soap bubble and the window clicks shut behind it.

Inside, the red bubble hovers above the bed.

Bernie lies on his back, mouth open, snoring softly. His dark curls stick up in every direction, and one red football sock lies stranded by the bed. He snorts, rolls over, and kicks his duvet onto the floor with a soft thump.

Outside the six remaining orbs hang in a line, as if they were attached to a string; the larger violet one pushes to the front, lands on the narrow windowsill, and begins to bounce.

Up… down… up… down… a little higher each time. Boing… boing… boing…

It bounces once too many, wobbles on the edge, and falls nearly tumbling into the dustbin below. At the last second, it loops back up, spinning in relief.

Just then, a bright, clear sound rings out from inside the house.

Tring! A vibrant flash of red light escapes around the edges of the blind.

The remaining orbs shoot upward, streak across the sky, and vanish into the night.

Moments later, the orbs reach a parade of shops on the other side of town. The orange orb nudges an open bedroom window in the flat above ‘The Cosmic Soup Café’, it wrestles through the curtains, and slips inside. Soon, a higher musical note rings out.

Tring! Along with a warm orange burst of light.

Instantly the yellow orb takes off so fast the other orbs have to hurry to catch up. Then it stops so suddenly, it causes a pile up, as the trailing violet orb crashes into the middle of the group, sending them spinning in all directions like pool balls.

“Eee! Eee!” Squeaks, eeks and huffs fill the air as they tumble.

The yellow bubble spins away from the chaos with a flashy zigzag, darts over a tall fence, and sails into a house through an open skylight, passing a smiling statue of Ganesh.

Tring! A sunny yellow flash follows.

Four orbs continue on at speed.

The green and blue orbs break away and race side by side toward a pair of neighbouring houses. At the last second, they split; green to the right, blue to the left, and slip in through slightly open windows at the same moment. Two notes ring out almost together.

Tring! Tring! followed by bursts of green then bright blue.

Only indigo and violet remain. They circle an imposing Victorian house that has security bars on colourful stained glass windows. The indigo orb squeezes down an old, sooty chimney. It bowls out of a white marble fireplace across the polished wooden floor, skids on a Persian rug, and circles a mahogany harp, making it sing soft chords. Then, it bounces up the stairs two at a time, leaving round sooty smudges on the cream carpet.

It peeps in bedrooms until it finds a sleeping teenager with unruly blond curls poking out from beneath his quilt. Parked next to the bed is a sports wheelchair and sitting proudly in a large bay window is a huge telescope pointing skyward.

Tring! The sixth note echoes through the house, in harmony with a deep indigo glow.

Back on the roof, the violet orb hears the note and takes off across town, straight back to Number 1 Park Road. It circles the house looking for a way in. Every window is shut tight. No skylight. Chimneys capped.

It makes a doubtful sound as it checks out the narrow letterbox.

It tries anyway, whoosh! —> it shoots forward. Thud! It bounces off the door and bowls over two glass milk bottles. They smash on the path with a loud crash.

“Uh oh!” the orb sighs backing away.

It tries again slowly and more carefully this time.

It squeezes, squishes and squashes itself, huffing and puffing, until…

pop! It shoots through with a triumphant high pitched “Whoop!”

“Shhhh!”

Inside and a little flattened the orb bounces up the stairs, reforming it’s orb shape with a final boing! It peeks into the door marked ‘Jeeni’s Room Keep Out!’ and enters carefully, lighting up the room with it’s sparkling violet light.

Jeeni lies wrapped in her pink duvet, a pretty girl with brown skin and a faint white ice-cream moustache left over from a secret midnight snack. Her desk is buried in books and crumpled drawings. The orb hovers above her, then grows bigger and bigger and impossibly bigger still, until…burst! It explodes in a flash of violet sparkles, and the final musical note rings out.

Tring!

The sparkly lights shower down, dividing again and again until they form a glowing mist that floats over the bed and gently streams into Jeeni’s nose as she breathes in. Its job is simple, to invite her to dream.

Far away, seven notes seem to echo together for a moment; a tiny, hopeful harmony against the broken world.