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   "DiscIP.214015.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214015.3": "Deer's Song",
   "DiscIP.214015.4": "This was a long, long time ago.\nA strange, wondrous encounter for Nazuka the Trekker, one quiet afternoon.\n\nTrekking alone through the forest to scout for monsters, she found a flat, open clearing to make camp. After setting up, building a fire, and eating, she pulled out a chair and her notebook to log her surroundings and the day's journey.\n\nSunlight streamed through the dense canopy, scattering flecks of gold across the riverside meadow. With butterflies dancing in the tall grass, the scene felt like a fairy tale.\nNazuka sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at her notebook. A wave of exhaustion washed over her.\nJust then, she heard the soft call of a deer.\nOne by one, the gentle creatures drew near and nuzzled against her arm.\n\n\"You're tired, aren't you?\"\n\"... Yes, a little.\"\n\"It's been a hard road, traveling all this way alone.\"\n\"It's been all right.\"\n\"How long can you keep this up? This isn't your responsibility to bear, is it?\"\n\"...\"\n\"No one knows what you sacrifice. Even if you compile everything you've learned into a book for other Trekkers, no one will remember your kindness. Don't you think—\"\n\"Stop. I just want to rest.\"\n\n\"Have you heard the story?\"\n\"A little girl was sitting by a lake when a peculiar white rabbit hurried past. It was well-dressed, held a pocket watch, and muttered to itself as it scurried along. The curious girl followed it down a rabbit hole into a wondrous world...\"\n\"Ah, I know that one. I know the sequel, too. After the girl returned, she was resting in her room one day and stepped through a mirror into a looking-glass world, where everything was the reverse of reality.\"\n\"But why bring that up now?\"\n\"Because ... I'm starting to wonder if, like that little girl, I'm dreaming.\"\n\nNazuka looked at the buck and doe across from her, who were speaking to her.\nIf this were happening inside a Monolith, she might have understood. But out here, in The Wilds? Why...\n\nThump.\nHer notebook slipped from her grasp, and the sound of it hitting the ground woke her with a start.\nIt really was a dream.\n\"What a self-pitying, embarrassing dream.\"\nAt some point, the deer of the forest had quietly surrounded her.\nThey didn't speak. They only watched, their curiosity silent and gentle.\nHer own face was reflected in their round, dewy, dark eyes.\nNazuka smiled and reached out, stroking their noses.\nA breeze swept through her hair, scattering the gloom in her heart. It was a rare moment of peace on a grueling journey.\n\n\"Time to get back to work,\" she said, retrieving her notebook and packing her camp. \"Thank you.\"\nPassing a babbling stream, she splashed her face with cold water.\nAlone and wide awake, she set off once more.",
-  "DiscIP.214016.1": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214016.2": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214016.3": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214016.4": "???",
+  "DiscIP.214016.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214016.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214016.3": "Chronicles of Spring",
+  "DiscIP.214016.4": "So bright.\nThat was Wraith's first thought as she awoke.\nThe intense light left her nowhere to hide. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt her way across the floor to a dim corner, letting out a long sigh of relief.\nWraith wasn't sure how long she had been unconscious. Fortunately, she had forced herself back to this small cabin—her sanctuary deep in the forest—before passing out.\nShe was accustomed to long periods of tracking and lying in wait; Nocturn Eterna demanded exceptional caution. As a hunter, she had to be more patient than her prey.\nShe had watched Trekkers fishing by the lake. Some grew restless after a few failed casts and stomped off, cursing. Once, with nothing better to do, she sat all night by an abandoned fishing rod. When she left at dawn, a crowd of early-morning anglers surrounded her, begging her to share her secret.\n\nThis time round, however, Wraith had miscalculated. She wasn't the only predator stalking the woods. After stumbling into the territory of a venom-sting scorpion, she experienced the rare sensation of being hunted—and paid the price.\nAfter dressing the wound on her leg, she noticed the trail of dark purple blood on the floor. While she knew that level of poison was a minor inconvenience, a wave of dizziness reminded her that she needed to refuel.\nThe overturned water jug by the table was bone dry. She remembered having a few ration biscuits in the cabinet, but upon opening it, realized her stash had been raided. All that remained were torn wrappers and scattered crumbs.\nDistinct paw prints on the dusty windowsill marked the thief's trail.\nNever keep all your food in one place.\nWraith filed away the new lesson and left the cabinet door ajar, making it easier for the next little creature to come clean up the mess.\n\nThe moment she stepped out of the cabin, she understood why it was so bright.\nThe ground beneath her feet was no longer hard with ice but damp grass that smelled of fresh earth. The sun warmed her face.\nAs she walked through the trees, the cheerful chirping of birds filled the air, and a single petal drifted down on the breeze.\n\nThis was the first spring Wraith had spent here, and the first she had ever truly seen.",
   "DiscIP.214017.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214017.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214017.3": "Fireworks",
@@ -371,6 +371,10 @@
   "DiscIP.214044.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214044.3": "Veiled Dawn of Spring",
   "DiscIP.214044.4": "What exactly is Coronis researching?\n\nAll you know is that she's been making frequent trips outside Cangwu lately, gone for two or three days at a time. Each return is the same: a satchel of herbs and small monsters, before she vanishes again. By the time she shows up again, those herbs and specimens are all gone.\nIf anything, the volume of liquid in her syringe seems to have increased.\n\nWhat exactly is the liquid in that enormous syringe she always carries on her?\nYou've seen her use it against terrifying monsters, to destroy Stellaroids in the Monolith—it looks like some kind of dreadful, lethal potion. Yet you've also witnessed her injecting children and dying patients with it, as if it were a lifesaving elixir.\nFinally, your curiosity gets the better of you.\n\n\"You wish to know what the liquid in my syringe does? Well, that's complicated,\" Coronis replies, her expression solemn. \"Its properties change depending on the materials I acquire. It may heal. It may kill. Or perhaps...\"\nHer eyes linger on you, thoughtful.\n\"Would you like to find out the effects of what I prepared today?\"\nBefore you can even process it, Coronis shoves you down onto a cot in the infirmary. After drawing the curtain shut, she climbs atop, her syringe already filled to the brim.\nYour gaze fixes on the cold glint of the needle.\n\"W-wait!...\"\n\"Remain calm. It'll be quick, and it won't kill.\"\n\"That's not what I'm worried about!\"\n\nJust as your heart is hammering and you're certain the syringe is about to pierce your skin, Coronis finally lets you go, looking utterly gratified.\n\"Just a joke. This batch isn't approved for human trials yet. But...\" She puts the syringe away, her tone mischievous. \"That said, you place far too much trust in me. You should have fled the moment I drew the syringe.\"",
+  "DiscIP.214046.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214046.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214046.3": "Dawn After Winter",
+  "DiscIP.214046.4": "Once the dust had settled and the safety of the involved Trekkers was confirmed, Wraith slipped away from camp unnoticed.\nShe walked alone through the silent, frozen husk of the capital.\n\nThe frantic pace of recent events had made her forget that she owed herself a moment of peace.\nNow, she intended to claim it—a solitary pilgrimage through the city that had raised her and taught her how to survive.\nKnown for her swift, decisive action, she now took her time, strolling aimlessly down the snow-blanketed streets.\nIn a city where time stood frozen, there was no need to rush. Her memories could unfold as slowly as her footsteps.\n\nA broken sign marked what used to be her favorite bakery. She smiled, remembering how she used to hoard her breakfast allowance, racing here on Saturday mornings to snag the special bread fresh from the oven.\n\nThat shattered ruin of a street was once the Corridor of Glory. It used to welcome the Flame Hunters home in triumph, stretching all the way to Central Park where the grand Flame Hunt Feast drew thousands every year.\n\nThen there was the fountain, now a sculpture of ice. She used to wash the grime from her gear there after morning drills. An older girl would always be on the nearby bench, reading. They never spoke, but their synchronized schedules felt like a silent contest of discipline.\n\nShe paused in front of an old tavern, struck by a memory, and stepped inside.\nIt had been run by her grandfather's friends. When she was little, the owner would always invent excuses to keep her out when she came to fetch her grandfather. She used to dream of returning as a grown woman, sitting at the bar to regale them with her own heroic tales.\n\nA box in the corner caught her eye, covered by a frost-proof cloth. A note was taped where no one could miss it:\n\"A little help for lost Trekkers. Hope you make it through.\"\nThe owner must have left these emergency supplies for anyone stumbling into the ruins. Judging by the contents, it had seen use. Grateful Trekkers had left notes of thanks, and some had even added their own supplies to the cache, paying the kindness forward to strangers they would never meet.\n\nWraith decided to do the same. She deposited some extra canned food from camp and, for the sake of symbolism, took a single bottle of ginger ale.\n\"To Norstheim. And to ... all our tomorrows.\"\nShe toasted the silence as if the old patrons were still there.\nHowever, she felt no sorrow. The physical vessels of her memories might be gone, but the people who built them survived. They were out there, fighting to build a new home.\n\nBefore leaving, Wraith added a note of her own:\n\"I returned. I finished our story in Norstheim—an adventure that belongs to me, and to all of us.\" —Wraith",
   "DiscIP.214048.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214048.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214048.3": "Snowy Night Surprise",