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| ====== I. Microseed ====== | ====== I. Microseed ====== | ||
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| <color # | <color # | ||
| - | <color # | + | <color # |
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| + | You are a <color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | 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, | ||
| + | the Stellaron unravels your fate. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Since that moment,\\ | ||
| + | You were meant to be a soul, yet you are hollow.\\ | ||
| + | You were meant to be the answer, yet you know nothing. | ||
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| + | {{ : | ||
| + | At some point, you awake once more\\ | ||
| + | as a dead seed\\ | ||
| + | in the prison of <color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | This is a tomb crafted by the body to trap the soul.\\ | ||
| + | You will neither wither,\\ | ||
| + | nor hold a future anymore. | ||
| + | |||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | Who's calling you?\\ | ||
| + | Is that your name? | ||
| + | //<color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Before being dragged back into the sinful loop by tongues of fire,\\ | ||
| + | she left you a story... | ||
| + | |||
| + | The singing fairy\\ | ||
| + | guides the kind traveler\\ | ||
| + | to the <color # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Soft and full of color,\\ | ||
| + | A peaceful, beautiful place to return to. | ||
| + | |||
| + | In the <color # | ||
| + | only stories hold warmth.\\ | ||
| + | They slowly transform from symbols and numbers, | ||
| + | into things you are familiar with, yet never have seen. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rainbows, clouds, and flames dance through the story.\\ | ||
| + | Swallows, butterflies, | ||
| + | |||
| + | You find yourself wanting to hear more from her...\\ | ||
| + | A thought that's never crossed your mind until now. | ||
| + | |||
| + | And so, you begin to take root.\\ | ||
| + | Slowly, quietly, you bloom. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Memory' | ||
| + | casting light upon the cold night,\\ | ||
| + | unveiling gardens, fountains, and quiet promenades.{{ : | ||
| + | |||
| + | You come to understand more,\\ | ||
| + | new thoughts, deeper feelings.\\ | ||
| + | Your palms grow soft with fur,\\ | ||
| + | and you reach, gently, for her fingertips. | ||
| + | |||
| + | {{ : | ||
| + | Each meeting\\ | ||
| + | carries thousands of years of longing. | ||
| + | |||
| + | You see the exhaustion in her quiet steps through the years,\\ | ||
| + | and breathe in the sorrow she hides within her tales. | ||
| + | |||
| + | At the final meeting, | ||
| + | she entrusts you with her name. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <color # | ||
| + | carry romantic poems back through time. | ||
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