A meteor streaks across the night sky, stirring ripples in the river of life, shimmering with thirteen hues.
Daughter of Aedes Elysiae, nurturer of the Chrysos Heir of “■■■,” plants the Seed of Memory, letting yesterday's flowers bloom in tomorrow
— “Now, let's write a different kind of poem together. ♪” —- ==== Character Details ==== A meteor streaks across the night sky, stirring ripples in the river of life, shimmering with thirteen hues.
Daughter of Aedes Elysiae, nurturer of the Chrysos Heir of “Ego,” plants the Seed of Memory, letting yesterday's flowers bloom in tomorrow
— “Now, let's write a different kind of poem together. ♪”

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≻≻≻ PhiLia093 = Peach
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Light.
Warm. Bright. White.
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Sky.
Clouds, soft.
Touch, scatter, brush, lick again, it rains.
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Flower.
Sweet. Soft. Like a peach.
Wind of time, stories come, sunshine, fragrant.
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Little fairy.
Fluffy. Seven voices, combined.
Accompany lost children. Clever.
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World.
The world is the light, sky, ocean, stars, seeds, flowers, birds, hope.
The world is beautiful.
The world is story.
Peaches came and left. Stories after stories.
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You, me.
You are… a peach.
I am… a peach.
You are a person.
You, for many, many people.
I am a person.
I, for many, many people.
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Later, you became “Blank” again…
I was thinking hard about everything while you were gone! But no matter how much I think, I can't understand—
The golden-haired weaver can make the most beautiful clothes, but why won't the author make her see?
The leonine prince cannot die, but why must he get wounded over and over again?
All those many, many little red-haired girls, why do they keep getting fewer and fewer?
And Peach, where do you go every time you leave?
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Next time, will you answer these questions for me?
Waiting for you. ♪
For the 496,000th time.

— The Demiurge's Record

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