HSR Lore and Notes - readable:saga:flawless.ego
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I. Microseed
“Are you ready?”
“This is going to be a very, very long story...”
You are a tiny seed.
In the boundless dark,
your face is sculpted again and again.
A smile, a faltering word,
or a tear, a lingering sigh.
But when a ray of light breaks through,text/html2025-11-15T16:12:47+00:00Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com)ii
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II. Seedling
When you finally escape the cage,
your heart no longer knows emptiness.
“Who... am I?”
As the memory's flower withers,
it bears a fruit shaped like a heart.
You lose yourself,
forgetting even the name you were given.
But one desire lingers:text/html2025-11-15T16:49:35+00:00Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com)iii
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III. Flower
“May the days ahead embrace you like the softest fluff.”
Here lies Aedes Elysiae,
Cyrene's most beloved sanctuary.
Forever warm, forever gentle,
the place where the story begins again.
Turn the clock once more.
The ink rewinds, and the sun rekindles its flame.text/html2025-11-15T16:56:46+00:00Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com)iv
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IV. Fruit
Amidst the ruins, wilderness, and ash,
the projection of the Intellitron reaches out in greeting.
“PhiLia093... the electrical signal originally belonging to 'love'.”
“Now that silence has fallen,
why not look at yourself beneath the starlit sky?text/html2025-11-15T17:10:11+00:00Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com)v
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V. Microseed
“Thank you for all you've done, friend.”The rest of the story is read by Cyrene.
“Now... leave the rest to me.”
On the fragrant shores of the west wind where flowers bloom,
I picked one without thought,
and turned to glance behind me.