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-====== Remembrance ======
+====== Remembrance (The Human Comedy) ======
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 ==== Wandering Meme ====
+There is a word that even the wealthiest merchants of Pier Point will happily drop into a joke to lighten the air. There is a story that spreads throughout the Aether Network, and hackers happily talk about it before spreading it far and wide throughout the universe.
+You cast aside your cumbersome body and compile all of your information into a meme. Whenever someone taps to play, a new copy of you is born in their language center. Their brain decodes modern slang and stores it in their data, where a new self takes root in their cognition. Like a worm attached onto words and jokes, it crawls along the trails of the Synesthesia Beacon towards the conscious being that accepted the infection.
+There is a meme that lurks within the fashionable, swims in the current of the popular, and silently becomes a parasite in the memories of humankind.
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 ==== Mausoleum of Scars ====
+Nothing is permanent, not even permanence itself. People's bodies decay, stories fade away, and the third death named "forgotten" will always lie in wait. You recall the great tree that stood in front of your gate as a child. Its branches broke, its sap flowed like weeping pus, then it made a full recovery. That repulsive scar will remain with it for eternity, until the soil becomes poison and the buildings collapse to the ground one after one.
+You want to leave a scar on the universe too, too make it suffer and remember your name. The pulverized stars burst into brilliant light and the destructive scene is bored into the eyes of all living beings, ensuring that the fear of this day is passed down to every generation for eternity. The call of death advances toward the end of the world. Endless millennia later, when even the amber that constructs the walls crumbles, there will still be those on distant shores who can see the delayed death rays.
+The hands of time have stopped, and your moment is no more. Only the scars of havoc still carry its stories of the past, told between nightmares in song.
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 ==== Purifier ====
+A child, stunned by the sight of the Antimatter Legion's battle, loses his mind forever. An old man, enchanted by the miracles of Yaoshi, sets out on a relentless quest for immortality. Consciousness births pain, and memory begets sorrow. If there is anything that gives rise to the suffering of reality, it is the tainted past of sapient minds.
+You erase the memory of happiness, so that no one may ever feel the sting of pain. You shatter the memory of prosperity, so that decay is never known again. Passing by planet after planet steeped in sorrow, you silence their cries. You obliterate the disappointed yesterdays, so that they may become weightless. The second-purest thing in this world is the newborn child, untouched by knowledge. But the first are the stones by the river, for they exist beyond the reach of cognition.
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 ==== Bookwriter ====
+How many stories fade into oblivion, as if they never existed? You have watched a fleet loaded with energy storage receptacles plunge into the depths of the Interstellar Energy War, never to return — your friends, your loved ones. You have roamed a crystalline planet where cloudbirds soared with their ion-combed feathers, only to see it vanish from existence — your hometown, your home planet.
+How many hardships and heroes have faded into the annals of time, as if they never arrived or made an effort? You must pierce the blackened memoria, fishing for the memory fragments it has consumed, and inscribe them on the pages of history. You will prove their footprints in the empty bowels of nihility.
+Your body has been eroded to the point where distinguishing reality from dreams is impossible. Yet, you must continue to pen books for the universe!