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   "DiscIP.214002.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214002.3": "Sky, Flowers, Poem",
   "DiscIP.214002.4": "\"Clarus Month, Day 21. Rain in the morning, then sun.\nI must record this day, lest the Monolith erases it from my memory.\"\n\nI once devised a meticulous plan to run away.\nI set out at dawn, covering my tracks across three rest stops. It was the boldest, most defiant thing I had ever done as Master's student.\nBut sunset came and Master never descended to drag me back. Had she even noticed I was gone?\nSo under the cover of darkness, I crept back into the courtyard. Seeing the lamp lit in her room, I relaxed. I stashed my pack in my room and went to bid her goodnight, just like always.\nI watched her face, searching for any sign of anger. She seemed normal—until she met my gaze. I knew I was in trouble.\n\"You're back. Had fun out there?\"\nSpeechless, I could only kneel before her. After what felt like an eternity, she finally set down her teacup.\n\"Consider today's little trip an exercise in stealth.\"\n\"Your skills, however, are abysmal. You could have been found at any moment. You need more practice.\"\nI couldn't believe it. She wasn't scolding me. Then she said something that would stay with me forever.\n\"But you left without my permission. As punishment, I will also disappear one day, when you least expect it.\"\n\nI don't remember how I got through that agonizing night. I only remember the crushing fear that Master might actually disappear.\nLater, as if in a trance, I stumbled to my desk. A wave of regret poured onto the page as I wrote a long letter of apology.\n\nFor seven days, she ignored me. She no longer oversaw my training or cared if I slept in. Terrified, I could do nothing but pen apology after apology.\nThen, on the eighth morning, I slid open my door to find her standing there, her long disciplinary ruler in hand, ready to oversee my exercises.\nI thought she must have forgiven me.\n\nI held onto that belief, right up until the day she told me she'd been assigned a top-secret mission by our organization.\nIn the years that followed, Master's missions grew more perilous as her standing in the organization rose. Whenever she was away, I trained relentlessly, no longer the lazy child I once was, hoping I could one day ease her burden.\nI expected her to return in a few days, a fortnight at most, just as she always had.\nShe once told me this courtyard was the only place she trusted, the only place she felt safe. A ninja has no home, but this place was ours.\nBut this time, she didn't return. I searched the entire courtyard, but found no farewell letter.\nI have to believe this is just her punishment—the one she promised me all those years ago.\nI am still waiting for her to come back.\n\n—\n\nBefore I left, I looked in on her. She was already asleep, assuming I was just off on another mission.\nMy mind drifted back to that night years ago—a little girl tiptoeing over the wall, trying to act casual as she entered my room. I remembered how her eyes filled with tears after I threatened her.\nFor seven days after, a letter appeared on my desk each morning. The first was a long, formal apology. The latter ones grew messy, the handwriting of a child fighting off sleep.\nThe letter on the seventh day was on a damp slip of paper. On it was a single sentence.\n\"Master, don't go.\"\n\nThe truth is, I had forgiven her long ago.",
-  "DiscIP.214003.1": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214003.2": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214003.3": "???",
-  "DiscIP.214003.4": "???",
+  "DiscIP.214003.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214003.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214003.3": "Seed Alike",
+  "DiscIP.214003.4": "Firefly drifted through the vast, silent dark of space.\nHer stray hair twisted into a question mark. She wondered how she had ended up here.\nIn the distance, a blue planet glowed softly.\nShe did not recognize it, and yet it stirred a faint sense of familiarity in her.\n\"What is ... that?\"\n\"Home.\"\nCanace always had an answer for her, though Firefly wasn't sure why she was here too.\nIf that was home, she thought, then I'm flying to it.\nBehind her, the remote cannons called Avalanche blazed with brilliant white light.\nShe had barely started forward when countless starships materialized from the void...\nThey're forming a ring around her...\nMaking her like a captured planet.\nBut Firefly felt only the thrill of a child with a new toy.\n\"I'm going to ... take you all apart... Okay?\"\nWith that, Avalanche unleashed a storm of beams.\n\"No need ... to answer.\"\nThe starships erupted into filthy bursts of fire under the onslaught.\n\n\"I'm ready ... now.\"\n\"No one can ... stop me ... from going home.\"\nFirefly steered Avalanche toward the blue planet.\nBeams from her cannons streaked behind her like flowers of destruction.\nIn the vast emptiness, the girl looked like a tiny firefly.\n\n\"Wake up, hey.\"\nFirefly's eyes snap open. The universe, the stars, the fleet—all gone.\nShe is looking at a familiar ceiling.\nAnd Canace.\nThe same person who had just been with her at the edge of the cosmos is now waggling a remote in front of her face.\n\"From now on, remember to turn the TV off before you fall asleep, okay?\"",
   "DiscIP.214004.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214004.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214004.3": "Wisteria Dream",
@@ -394,5 +394,17 @@
   "DiscIP.214050.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214050.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214050.3": "Phantom of the Banquet",
-  "DiscIP.214050.4": "The banquet, as usual, draws to its flawless close amid the clinking of glasses.\nDark motives may hide behind the evening's toasts, and malice may be baked into the cakes, but an air of perfect harmony fills the room ... at least it looks like that on the surface.\n\n\"But if it's all smooth sailing ... that'd be a little too boring, won't you agree?\"\n\nBang.\nIn a loud crash, every light in the ballroom cuts out at once.\nPlunged in darkness, the panicked guests cry out in alarm. As they scramble to find a light,\ntheir eyes are drawn to the windows.\n\nA lone spotlight has pierced the night from out of nowhere, shining directly onto the manor's wing.\nA silhouette dances within the glare. The lithe, athletic figure darts effortlessly through the shadows.\nBetween the flowing hair, the fluffy tail, and the signature kunai, you already have a pretty good idea who is behind this.\nNaturally, you keep quiet, eager to see how this little \"prank\" plays out.\n\nThe shadowy figure suddenly swells, swallowing the spotlight and plunging the room back into darkness.\nA split second later, the sharp crash of shattering glass provokes another wave of screams.\nThe autumn wind pour in, sending chills down everyone's spine.\n\nThe chandeliers flicker before shimmering back to life.\nWith the chaos seemingly over, the rattled guests check on one another while cautiously edging toward the source of the noise.\nSurprisingly, everyone is accounted for, and the windows, locked tight, remain perfectly intact...\nExcept for a single envelope that is resting on the windowsill.\n\nSomeone picks it up and pries it open. Within moments, the letter is passed around, fueling a frantic new wave of gossip.\nYou don't join the commotion, of course. Instead, you scan the room until you spot your real target lingering near the spiral staircase.\nNaturally, there are no secret agents, ninjas, or phantom thieves at the banquet, only a maid with white hair dressed in pale blue, idly spinning a paper parasol.\nShe catches your eye, presses a finger to her lips with a knowing smile,\nthen gracefully vanishes into the shadows on the upper floor.\n\nA strange realization hits you:\nher attention was never on the decoy letter. From the very second you spotted her, she was already watching you."
+  "DiscIP.214050.4": "The banquet, as usual, draws to its flawless close amid the clinking of glasses.\nDark motives may hide behind the evening's toasts, and malice may be baked into the cakes, but an air of perfect harmony fills the room ... at least it looks like that on the surface.\n\n\"But if it's all smooth sailing ... that'd be a little too boring, won't you agree?\"\n\nBang.\nIn a loud crash, every light in the ballroom cuts out at once.\nPlunged in darkness, the panicked guests cry out in alarm. As they scramble to find a light,\ntheir eyes are drawn to the windows.\n\nA lone spotlight has pierced the night from out of nowhere, shining directly onto the manor's wing.\nA silhouette dances within the glare. The lithe, athletic figure darts effortlessly through the shadows.\nBetween the flowing hair, the fluffy tail, and the signature kunai, you already have a pretty good idea who is behind this.\nNaturally, you keep quiet, eager to see how this little \"prank\" plays out.\n\nThe shadowy figure suddenly swells, swallowing the spotlight and plunging the room back into darkness.\nA split second later, the sharp crash of shattering glass provokes another wave of screams.\nThe autumn wind pour in, sending chills down everyone's spine.\n\nThe chandeliers flicker before shimmering back to life.\nWith the chaos seemingly over, the rattled guests check on one another while cautiously edging toward the source of the noise.\nSurprisingly, everyone is accounted for, and the windows, locked tight, remain perfectly intact...\nExcept for a single envelope that is resting on the windowsill.\n\nSomeone picks it up and pries it open. Within moments, the letter is passed around, fueling a frantic new wave of gossip.\nYou don't join the commotion, of course. Instead, you scan the room until you spot your real target lingering near the spiral staircase.\nNaturally, there are no secret agents, ninjas, or phantom thieves at the banquet, only a maid with white hair dressed in pale blue, idly spinning a paper parasol.\nShe catches your eye, presses a finger to her lips with a knowing smile,\nthen gracefully vanishes into the shadows on the upper floor.\n\nA strange realization hits you:\nher attention was never on the decoy letter. From the very second you spotted her, she was already watching you.",
+  "DiscIP.214051.1": "Main Melody",
+  "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": "???"
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