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   "DiscIP.214051.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214051.3": "Stellar Destination",
   "DiscIP.214051.4": "\"Professor, look at the stars~\"\nSomeone tugged at the hem of Canace's clothes. She turned and looked down. A long strand of stray hair was swaying freely, signaling an easy, carefree mood.\n\"Firefly, you're amazing. I never notice the scenery above my head.\"\nThe girl sat down and gazed at the starry sky spread across the ceiling. She fell silent. Even Avalanche seemed to share her mood, quiet now, no longer making a sound.\n\"Is something the matter, Firefly?\"\nThe girl shook her head, then looked up at the professor beside her in confusion.\n\n\"The stars in the sky are so beautiful, but why do people still hurt each other beneath them?\"\nCanace fell silent for a moment. The world as children saw it was often the simplest, purest, and most true. But even she had no answer to this question.\n\"I think people know their origin, but they do not know where they are going. The future is uncertain, and that frightens them. Maybe that is why they end up in conflict.\"\nFirefly's stray hair curled into an adorable question mark as she tilted her head at her professor.\n\"Sorry... That was probably too complicated.\"\n\"I get a little... But what is 'their origin'?\"\nCanace started to speak but stopped herself. Instead, she gently stroked Firefly's head.\n\"It means the place where someone's life first began.\"\n\"You are a child who came from the stars, Firefly. You came from that vast, endless river of stars.\"\nIn the direction Canace was pointing to, more and more constellations lit up in the distance. Starlight by the thousands spilled into the girl's eyes. She tried hard to catch where each ray had come from, standing on her toes as though she might reach that far-off place.\nBut then she hesitated. Her hand dropped, and her stray hair drooped with it. Canace crouched down, about to ask why she looked so downcast.\n\"Is that where I'm supposed to go in the future?\"\nFirefly reached for her professor's hand, and Canace understood at once.\n\"You're getting smarter every day, Firefly. You're asking questions even I do not know how to answer.\"\n\"But I can promise you this. I will help you find your future.\"\nFirefly looked at Canace. She placed her small hand on the back of her professor's.\n\"We do it together.\"\n\"I trust you, professor. And you, trust me.\"\nCanace closed her hand around those little fingers.\nMoments like these need no words.\nAmid the stars, they were all each other had, never to be parted.",
-  "DiscIP.214052.1": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214052.2": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214052.3": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214052.4": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214054.1": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214054.2": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214054.3": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214054.4": "???"
+  "DiscIP.214052.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214052.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214052.3": "Touch of Miracle",
+  "DiscIP.214052.4": "Mechanical arms methodically piece the finished components together on a workbench cluttered with blueprints. Sparkla holds her breath, waiting for the very last gear to click into place—\n\"Done...!\"\nA split second later, her supposedly flawless new invention makes a faint click, and the entire assembly crumbles to pieces.\n\"Argh—why did it snap again?! This makes no sense! I ran the stress calculations over and over...\"\nFrustrated, the girl pulls at her hair. She pores over the blueprints once more, but maybe she's just too tired, she can't seem to figure out what went wrong.\n\"Could it be the materials...?\"\nShe turns her head and sees that \"rabbit\" lying on the other workbench. That's the girl's masterpiece—with an utterly adorable exterior and devastating, unpredictable firepower about to be equipped.\nSparkla squints at Rabbit Pie, ideas blooming in her head. For a fleeting second, she's transported back to the first time she read <i>Alicia's Underground Adventure</i>—how she was completely blown away by its unbridled imagination.\n\"It's already very cute as is, but what if I swapped out the bowtie? I could totally hide a gun barrel in there, right?\"\nShe slowly drifts into her own imaginary universe. The workshop has expanded into an endless cosmos, the gears and nuts its orbiting planets, and the scattered blueprints its nebulae. Every quirky idea she jots down is a brand-new star waiting to be discovered in the vastness of space.\n\nWhat if she tried a different material? Something plain, like building blocks? No, that wouldn't be cute enough... Wait, could she build it a carrot-shaped missile silo?\nThat's when inspiration strikes.\nWhat about the pocket watch Mr. Rabbit carries in the story? Could that double as a miniature pistol? Or maybe some kind of pull-pin grenade...?\nAs if tuning into the exact frequency of Rabbit Pie in her head, Sparkla rolls her wheelchair up to the workbench. She pushes aside some clutter, clearing just enough space to unroll a fresh drafting sheet.\nPen hitting paper, she spills her wildest ideas onto the page, and a new invention—infinitely deadlier and undeniably cuter—slowly begins to take shape...",
+  "DiscIP.214054.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214054.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214054.3": "Little Paradise",
+  "DiscIP.214054.4": "\"Hey Sparkla, guess what I've got?\"\nHer mother pulls a gift box from behind and presses it into Sparkla's hands. \"To celebrate my little girl finally coming home from the hospital, Mom and Dad got you a brand new ... fairy tale book!\"\n\"Wow! A new story!\" Young Sparkla squeals, spinning around with the box before eagerly tearing into the gift—\nThe cover is crisp and pristine, carrying that fresh paper scent she loves so much.\n\"<i>The Wizard in the Emerald Castle</i>?\"\n\"Yep! I asked a Trekker friend who climbs the Monolith to wish for a story about a little girl going on adventures with lots of cute friends!\"\n\"I know my little Sparkla is itching to go outside, aren't you? But more than anything, I want you healthy and safe...\"\n\"O-Oh! But if the story is boring, you tell me. Next time, I'll personally supervise your Dad's survival training in the Wilds so he can climb the Monolith himself!\"\nSparkla throws her arms around her mother and laughs with her. \"Mhm! I... I'll be good and stay home. I love all the storybooks you give me, Mom!\"\nFeeling her mother's gentle stroke on her hair, she buries the faint pang of longing deep in her heart.\n\nSparkla opens her eyes. The warmth of her mother's hands and the crisp scent of the pages still linger vividly from her dream.\nSuddenly, a mechanical rabbit head pops into her view. \":] Sparkla. Bookshelf organization protocol begins at 09:00. Querying sort criteria: alphabetical by title, or chronological by publication date?\"\nRight. She tweaked Rabbit Pie's schedule last night before bed. Today's mission is to finally tackle that chaotic pile of old storybooks sitting in the corner of the workshop.\nNo wonder she dreamt about her childhood... She changes her mind. \"Actually, Rabbit Pie, let me handle the sorting. You just dig the books out of the pile for me.\"\n\":[ Request denied. Sparkla got distracted reading during the last bookshelf organization, resulting in task failure. Therefore, Rabbit Pie will execute the task this time.\"\nAhaha... Right, that did happen.\nSparkla scratches her nose and gives in. \"Heh... I'll leave it to you, then, Rabbit Pie. Let's sort them alphabetically by title~\"\n\":] Acknowledged.\"\n\nWith the cleaning left to Rabbit Pie, and both Bloc and Leona blocked on her comms, the workshop glides smoothly along its preset track.\nEverything is perfectly in place, and a fresh spark of inspiration is just waiting to catch fire.\nSparkla picks up her teacup, settling in to savor a rare, relaxing break."
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