HSR Lore and Notes

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====== City Restorer (Extrapolation Rewind) ======
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<color #ff9966>**Divergent Universe**</color>\\
Children hold onto your hand, beaming out from under muddy faces as they point to a patch of scorched earth where once stood Halover's most beautiful gardens, and where countless butterflies swarm only to be hunted by swooping hawks. The birds keep flying up higher and higher, to the very top of the Alortz Library where the silver disks tilt and bird chatter flutters through the air.\\
You silently commit these words to memory, creating a mind map of the old Halover.

> **You:** Rebuild the garden.
> **You:** Rebuild the library.
> **You:** Rebuild the world.

<color #ff9966>**Divergent Universe**</color>\\
You don't plan on giving anything up. Architecture can carry people's happy memories with it, and you are bound to see them recreated in your plan. Your records, words, and designs are all slowly coming together, and starships from all over the galaxy trickle through to you alongside rescue teams. The lofty towers soar higher than before, beneath which gables shall never see the scourge of homelessness. The potholes have all been filled, and a sense of apprehensiveness finally departs from those tormented eyes.

> **You:** You feel happy.
> **You:** You feel sorry.

<color #ff9966>**Divergent Universe**</color>\\
There are still lots of places waiting for you to revitalize!\\
The elderly hand over their precious photos to you, trembling as the scholars integrate the surviving data. Halover will become a brand-new city, but it'll still keep those little bits that people cherish most. Because you are the best urban restoration specialist there is — you won't leave any smile behind!

> **You:** For protection.
> **You:** For remembrance.
> **You:** For smiles.

<color #ff9966>**Divergent Universe**</color>\\
This garden has been burnt to a smoldering crisp. You stand there like a composer, gradually piecing together the future of the city.