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 ==== 4-3 ====
+When hearing the healer's diagnosis,\\
+The girl remained deathly still.\\
+Her eyes were already drained of tears,\\
+And her heart a wilted grave.
+//<color #993333>"Every time she has something on her mind,\\
+She would tilt her head and look outside."</color>//[(Spoken by Castorice.)]
+Her sister follows her gaze,\\
+Seeing a barren field turned by wind into a desolate gray expanse.
+Till one day,\\
+When the girl looks outside,\\
+She sees a dash of dark blue most brave.
+//<color #efe4B0>"It's a flower my sister planted."</color>//[(Spoken by Polyxia.)]
+Like the torrential river of life,\\
+It pours into the depths of her heart.
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+The flower is called <color #993333>"Antila,"</color>\\
+Even in the nether land, it's rumored to thrive.\\
+//<color #efe4B0>"You are the quiet in my heart amidst the chaotic choreography."</color>//[(Spoken by Polyxia.)]\\
+That seems to be its floriography.
+When the days are warm,\\
+The sister would take the girl on long journeys.\\
+Through the flower fields, gazing upon rivers,\\
+Napping amongst the grove, a discussion hearty.
+//<color #efe4B0>"After I die, I want to become an Antila flower,\\
+And become the quietness in your soul."</color>//\\
+A thoughtless word from the girl,\\
+Gains her a rapping on her forehead most dainty.
+{{ :readable:saga:servant.of.death:castorice4-4.png?200|}}
+//<color #993333>"Do not speak of dusk when you have yet to see the dawn."</color>//\\
+Dew drops from the petals,\\
+As wind pulls on the leaves,\\
+And the two of them sit, in quietude.
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+The girl asks for the means to tend to the garden,\\
+And while her sister sounds concerned,\\
+Her heart is relieved.
+But the concern is well-founded —\\
+The girl tripped and fell into a mire,\\
+She gazed directly into the eyes of death,\\
+In that dark pool bottom unperceived.
+//<color #efe4B0>"I've been the weight upon my sister's wings...\\
+Let this be where it all comes to rest."</color>//\\
+The girl gives up her struggles,\\
+Only to see a figure pierce through the water's surface —
+//<color #993333>"I won't allow you talk through the dusk alone,\\
+Or enter the night of no reprieve."</color>//\\
+Her sister sobs without end,\\
+And the girl has to gently hug her, and softly relieve.
+... And then, this distant memory turns bleary, difficult to retrieve.