StellaSora_DataLua/data/language/en_us/discip.json

{
  "DiscIP.211001.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211001.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211001.3": "Crisp Morning",
  "DiscIP.211001.4": "The world outside the window is just starting to lighten.\nThe girl stirs, only half-wake.\nHalf-asleep, she senses someone approaching.\n\"... Trouble...?\"\nHer hand moves instinctively toward her sword, but then she hears two familiar voices that put her at ease.\n\"Amazing recovery. She took a really hard hit yesterday... And almost heals overnight.\"\n\"... Still, that doesn't mean she should charge in every time.\"\n\"Let's go shopping. There are deals on meat and vegetables today. Noya can have a proper meal and recover then.\"\n\"You say that, but she'll still be the one doing the cooking, won't she?\"\n\"Well... it's not like any of us can cook as well as she can.\"\n\n\"Click—\"\nJust before sleep takes her again, she hears the door close softly, the sound carefully muffled.\n\nThe morning light leaves patterns upon the mist in the forest.",
  "DiscIP.211002.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211002.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211002.3": "Sunny Breeze",
  "DiscIP.211002.4": "A gentle breeze drifts by, and another patrol day begins in the countryside just like always.\n\"What? The Shrubshrews are causing trouble again?\"\nThe birds chirp their complaints to the girl, then take off toward the forest.\n\n\"Wait—hold up! I don't have wings, you know!\"\nShe heads out, wind in her face, trying to follow the birds' path.\nThe afternoon sun washes over the endless wheat fields, wrapping her small figure in warm, golden light.\n\n\"Grumble, grumble—\"\nThat's when she remembers that she's already missed her lunch.\n\"Ugh, this time I'm really going to teach them a lesson!\"\n\nAcross the fields and over the streams, the little guardian of the forest sets out once again, full of purpose and fire.",
  "DiscIP.211003.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211003.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211003.3": "Indigo Sunset",
  "DiscIP.211003.4": "The city quiets as dusk settles in, the sky glowing with iridescent light.\n\n\"Click—\"\nA camera shutter snaps somewhere above.\nWith a flash, the scene is caught and frozen in the lens.\nA witch on a broom slips through the clouds, watching for the secrets hidden below.\n\n\"Oh? Isn't that the one everyone's been talking about lately? Love that expression~\"\n\"Let's get one from this angle, too~\"\n\"Whoops, guess they saw me. Well, I've already got some interesting shots!\"\nAs night falls, the clever eyes behind the camera sparkle like stars, brightening the darkness above the city.\n\nShe looks quite satisfied with her unexpected finds tonight.\n\"Yep, you're going right on tomorrow's front page...\"",
  "DiscIP.211004.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211004.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211004.3": "Pink Dream",
  "DiscIP.211004.4": "Bubbles drift through her dreams, waves as soft as silk brushing the shore,\nand every cloud glows with a gentle light.\nShe picks up her brush, dips it in paint, and sketches the reflections in the water, stroke by stroke.\nEach line shimmers and sways with the current, and with every moment, her dreams ripple along with the waves.\n\n—No matter how harsh reality gets, this place is always warm and calm.\nAs the waves rise and the clouds roll, the shadows in her heart are washed away like colors fading into the water.\n\nThe road to freedom really isn't as simple as she imagined.\nNow that I've left the safety of my tower, is this the world I've longed to see?\n\n\nShe shakes her head, stands up, and shakes the water from her hands. With new resolve, she heads straight ahead.\n—A princess who's left her castle won't be defeated by something this trivial!",
  "DiscIP.211005.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211005.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211005.3": "Lonely Dunes",
  "DiscIP.211005.4": "\"Oh, it's gone.\"\nWithout even realizing it, the girl has chased all the way into the heart of the desert.\n\nAs the legend has it, the long-haired cat that roams the Wilds can lead Trekkers to a hidden Monolith.\nIf you lock eyes with one, a secret path will appear.\n\nA gust of sand sweeps by, and the quick little furball is nowhere to be seen.\nThe girl pauses for a moment, then lightly leaps onto the wind-carved rock behind her.\nDust swirls in the air; the endless sea of sand quietly keeps its secrets.\n\n\"Following those faint paw prints the whole way... I'm used to navigating the desert, but something about this place feels different.\nTime seems to stand still here. It's like echoes from long ago are drifting on the wind. A strange feeling is welling up inside me...\"\nA ray of sunlight spills down, and her fingers freeze mid-tap on the keys—\nShe suddenly looks up and locks onto a pair of sparkling eyes in the distance.",
  "DiscIP.211006.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211006.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211006.3": "Sweet Creek",
  "DiscIP.211006.4": "To let go of her heavy thoughts, she opens the door and walks out into the serenity.\nOn this mist-soaked morning, sunlight filters through the leaves, and shadows flicker at her feet as she moves.\n\n\"Sorry I'm late.\"\nThe forest's residents are already waiting for her by the stream.\nShe runs over to join her friends. With each step, the anxious voice inside her becomes quieter.\n\n\"Let's take care of each other today, too.\"\nShe steps into the cool water, splashing as she likes, joy bubbling up inside her.\nPlayful creatures, swirling skirts—everyone is bathed in morning light, welcomed by nature.\n\nNo matter how chaotic things get in the outside world, this will always be her place to find herself.",
  "DiscIP.211007.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211007.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211007.3": "Starlit Hope",
  "DiscIP.211007.4": "\"Why are you coming at this hour? We're about to close.\"\n\"And you want a temporary residence permit. We only handles long-term permits here.\"\nA weary voice came from behind the glass.\nAfter a brief pause, the employee pushed a booklet through the slot below.\n\"Here, take this and read it carefully when you get back.\"\n\"Seriously... Trekkers are such a bunch of country bumpkins.\"\n\nThinking back on yesterday's ordeal, the girl feels a bit annoyed, but there's nothing she can do about it.\nLooking down at the city from the rooftop, the view below is as beautiful as ever.\nShe already knows the city's harsh reality.\n\nGazing at the city where she's about to make her mark, she finally feels a surge of courage.\n\"Just wait. One day... I'll amaze everyone in this city.\"\nFor once, she lets go of her frustrations and lifts her head high—\nletting her hair and cloak dance freely in the breeze.",
  "DiscIP.211008.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.211008.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.211008.3": "Homeward Path",
  "DiscIP.211008.4": "\"Three letters from Emor, five packages from Philae... and twenty-five newspapers!\"\nShe picks up her pen and checks off each item on her list one by one.\n\"All done. Everything's been delivered and all the fees are settled for today!\"\n\nAs the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, she wipes the sweat from her brow and gazes off into the distance. \nA dreamy, small smile flickers across her face.\n\nLook closely, and you'll see the answer in those bright eyes—\nIt's the joy of taking in this view after crossing so many mountain trails,\nthe pride of a courier who's worked hard all day,\nand the boundless hope she has for the future after weathering so many storms.\n\n\"Nah, none of that.\"\n\"I was just thinking about how I should treat myself after all this running around. I'm exhausted!\"",
  "DiscIP.212001.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212001.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212001.3": "Grand Feast",
  "DiscIP.212001.4": "Snuffle—snuffle—\nThe feast is about to begin—\n\nAt the very front walks the brave one, their pointy hat shaped just like an ice cream cone—I bet it'd be perfectly crisp and crunchy.\nThe crawling magician isn't holding a wand but a lollipop you could crunch in one bite.\nAnd you, long-haired weirdo hiding at the back of the line—I see you!\nWhat's in all those bottles and jars in your pockets? I want to drink every single one!\n\nSnuffle—snuffle—\nThey're climbing up onto the table—\n\nSnuffle—snuffle—\nThey've spotted us—\n\nOne, two, three! Nobody's taking my bowl!\nOne, two, three! Don't break my plate!\nReady—ready—\nTime to dig in—",
  "DiscIP.212002.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212002.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212002.3": "Whoopla",
  "DiscIP.212002.4": "\"Hoho! Who's on duty today?!\"\n\"I set three big fires yesterday, so I know it's not me!\"\n\"Not... Glopo... Glopo... Gonna take a bath...\"\n\"Snuffle—snuffle—\"\n\"Hoho! Hey, lazy penguin, quit napping! It's gotta be you!\"\n\"Those long-armed, long-legged ones are about to climb up! Get moving!\"\n\"Snuffle—I swapped position with Cursipot—\"\n\"Cursipot' on gate duty, I'm up top—\"\n\"Hoho! Cursipot! Where's Cursipot?\"\n\"That guy's useless, I'll do it myself! I'll burn it all, nice and clean!\"\n\"Snuf—snuffle—fire, fire!!\"\n\"Glopo... can't take... a hot bath...\"\n\"Glopo... gonna melt...\"\n\"Look! This is my blazing firestorm!\"\n\"Hoho! Just go already! Don't get in the way!\"\n\"Snuffle—put out the fire—put out the fire—\"",
  "DiscIP.212003.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212003.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212003.3": "Elysium",
  "DiscIP.212003.4": "What wonderful music that is.\nWhat an enchanting rhythm.\nOnce you set foot in my domain, you must dance with me before you can leave.\n\nCome, lose yourself in this grand, eternal, dazzling ball.\nCome, surrender your poor, fragile, frozen body.\nMy drumbeat is your heartbeat.\nMy applause is your scream.\nWhy is your face so pale?\nWhy does sweat pour down your skin?\n\nCome, come, dance with me.\nCome, come, let me grant you sleep.\nWhat an irresistible beat.\nWhat a obsessive melody.\nOnce you set foot in my domain, you must dance with me—never stopping, never coming out from this frenzy.",
  "DiscIP.212005.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212005.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212005.3": "Flare Frenzy",
  "DiscIP.212005.4": "Get fired up, get ready to move!\nThe hottest music is born from the fiercest flames!\nCan't hear you! Louder!\nShow me your passion, your anger, the ambition you're hiding behind those jokes!\n\nThat's it, just like that!\nGive me your hand. Don't worry, you won't get burned.\nAs long as you play nice, I'll even let you touch my sharp claws—ever so lightly.\nWhat's that? You think I'm \"cute?!\"\nHah, that's just because you haven't seen what I look like with my mask off~\n\nGet fired up, get ready to move!\nI still can't hear you—louder, let me hear it—!",
  "DiscIP.212006.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212006.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212006.3": "Auspicious Glow",
  "DiscIP.212006.4": "I hear your summons.\nI heed your prayers.\nThose who once leaped over the heavenly gate have faded like smoke and cloud.\nThose who defiled the throne still cling to the heights above.\n\nYou dare to meet my gaze,\nYou dare to pierce my armored scales.\nWho gave you such courage?\nWho lent you such strength?\n\nPitiful are you who have fools as honored guests.\nAnd pitiful are you, the blind masses, who brand heroes as traitors.\nTruth is hard to hear, and medicine bitter to taste.\nThe fate of the world—let it unfold, and watch in silence.",
  "DiscIP.212007.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212007.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212007.3": "Brave the Wind",
  "DiscIP.212007.4": "\"Chirp chirp, chirp chirp.\"\n\"Did you hear? There's going to be a huge party in the forest, chirp chirp!\"\n\"Awo! You almost pecked down my front door, first thing in the morning, just for this?\"\n\"We already knew, awo! We even got invitations, awo!\"\n\"Invitations? How come I didn't get one, chirp chirp?\"\n\n\"Could it be... I somehow made the Forest Spirit mad without realizing it?\"\n\"Awo?! No way, right? Didn't those Shrubrat leave an apple with the Spirit's name on it at your door?\"\n\"Those Shrubrat must've slacked off again. I'll go tell on them to the Spirit, awo!\"\n\"Apple... I think... I ate it.\"\n\"I thought it just fell out of the tree, chirp chirp.\"\n\"Dummy! Dummy!\"\n\"You'd better bring extra snacks and bribe those hedgehogs at the door, awo!\"",
  "DiscIP.212008.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212008.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212008.3": "Bubbles",
  "DiscIP.212008.4": "Bubbles, bubbles, swelling bubbles.\nSplashes, splashes, endless splashes.\n\nThe most delightful time of the day again!\nSet the temperature, grab a towel, and don't forget the rubber duck.\nTurn on the music, rip open the snacks, twist the faucet wide.\nGlug glug, fatigue melts away.\nDrip drip, pressure goes poof.\n\nHot water is magic, strong enough to wash away every care.\nThe bath cures any and all worry.\n\nIn this rare moment of rest,\nGlopo can finally put down the weight and title of the Glopo clan.\nEven if a fearsome enemy drops from the sky,\nthey'll have to wait until Glopo finishes this bath.",
  "DiscIP.212009.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212009.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212009.3": "Eclipse",
  "DiscIP.212009.4": "At the dawn of life, where all desire begins...\nI heed the ancient call and command the dice of fate.\nInto the depths of the sea, I cast a silver coin.\nAt the edge of the heavens, I hang a single star.\n\nI am the watcher beyond order, reside within the liminality of time,\nlistening to the greedy prayers of my faithful.\nI sow seeds of fear, devour the power of belief, and abandon even the most devoted.\nNo one escapes my shifting labyrinth.\nThe endless repetition wearies me. A game with only one ending brings no joy.\n\nThus I take up the pen and rewrite the script of fate,\nletting dreadful secrets spread through the world:\n\"Those who step through this door shall never return.\"\n\"Those who break this realm shall become unstoppable.\"",
  "DiscIP.212010.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.212010.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.212010.3": "Fortitude",
  "DiscIP.212010.4": "Is it finally my turn to take the stage?\nIt feels like I've waited forever for this moment; yet somehow, like it only just happened.\nThe curtain's risen on the final battle, and the chains of the arena clink in anticipation.\nThis is my stage, and I'll deliver a flawless performance.\n\nCome on, show me everything you've got.\nIf you think I'm just some minor character, you couldn't be deadly wrong.\nI'll catch every tiny crack in your defense.\nEven if I'm knocked down, I'll get right back up,\nwaiting for the next challenger.\nEven if I'm mocked, I won't care.\nI'm no pitiful thing crying my defeat in the corner.\nWho says the spotlight belongs only to the final room?\nWith me standing guard, this place becomes everyone's end.",
  "DiscIP.213003.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213003.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213003.3": "Scorching Night's End",
  "DiscIP.213003.4": "\"This is it! Our final performance.\"\n\"You mean our first.\"\n\"But... But if it doesn't go well, we'll have no reason to ever come back.\"\nI curl up in the corner, clutching my guitar as the words stumble out of my mouth.\n\"If you're not feeling well, it's okay to rest—I can take care of things out there on my own.\"\n\"... No. I want to go on. Please, let me be a part of it.\"\nI lift my head sharply, frustration burning in my chest.\nBut the moment I see her fearless expression, I shrink back again, burying my face even deeper.\n\"Just give me a little more time... If I try harder, maybe...\"\n\n\"What you need right now is this!\"\nShe suddenly pulls back the edge of the heavy curtain. Joyful, colorful light floods into our eyes.\n\nAnd then I remember. That rainy night, walking home under my umbrella.\nThe street was dark and silent,\nwhich only made the grind of my boring life feel even heavier.\n\nIn that moment, a guitar riff cut through the night like lightning.\nIt was sharp, electric, and intoxicating—\nbreaking through the rain, shattering the stillness—\nThat kind of color.\n\nThat's it. I'm going to chase after and reach for that color again.\n\n\"Let's go! It's our turn!\" You grab my hand and pull me toward the light.\nScream, shake, burn!\nTurn the longing in your heart into action.\r\nThis scorching night won't end!",
  "DiscIP.213004.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213004.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213004.3": "Twin Moon Mischief",
  "DiscIP.213004.4": "Night falls, sirens wail.\nThe infamous Phantom Thief \"Twin Moon,\" is on the move again.\n\"As the leader of the Special Task Force for the Twin Moon Case... Even if I'm the last one standing, I'll bring them in.\"\nThe helmet on her desk catches the glint of city lights bouncing off the skyscrapers.\nShe gears up and starts the engine—clearly not in the mood.\n\n\"Sis, I think there's some weirdo in armor on a motorcycle chasing us!\"\n\"How could a tin can keep up with us? No way—watch this, I'll shout her off our tail.\"\n\"I don't think that's a good idea...\"\n\"Hey, loser on the busted bike! You think you can catch us? Dream on! Enjoy the view from behind while you choke on our exhaust!\"\n\"Skateboards don't really have exhaust, sis... Wait! She took off her helmet! I think she's aiming at us!\"\n\"Huh? What is this, a Cliché in Stella drama? No way—\"\nA loud crash, the clatter of metal—and the two thieves go tumbling.\n\"Two birds, one stone. Twin Moon is in custody.\"\n\n\"... Since you caught us, I guess we'll reward you by answering three questions.\"\n\"Hmph. We are—\"\n\"Save it!\"",
  "DiscIP.213005.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213005.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213005.3": "★Bam Bam Girl★",
  "DiscIP.213005.4": "Good evening, viewers. Up next, today's top story:\n\"Undercover Scoop! Flavio Idol Backstage Exposé!\"\nA special report brought to you by our field correspondent, Mistique...\n\n\"Hellllo? Anyone here?! My stage outfit only has the top half! Where's the skirt?!\"\n\"Makeup! Who's in charge of makeup? Did you all do your hair yourselves?\"\n\"Ugh, it's so stuffy... and hot... This place is way too tiny!\"\nThe self-proclaimed professional reporter finds herself in a bind. In the cramped and sweltering backstage, her questions evaporate like steam, gone unanswered without a trace.\nEveryone around her rushes past—if you take away their puffy skirts and flawless makeup, they'd look no different from the exhausted office workers she sees everywhere else.\n\"I knew it. Humans are such pitiful creatures. A bunch of burnt-out people put on fake smiles, just to please another bunch who are just as burnt out as they are.\"\nThe witch, with her sharp nose for news, suddenly gets an idea. A flurry of clickbait headlines flashes through her mind. This month's \"Truth Award\" is already as good as hers.\n\nOne second before the performance begins, she finally manages, through sheer willpower, to throw together a passable look for the cameras along with a color-matched costume.\nThe music starts. The curtain rises. The spotlight falls on her.\nCheers and applause echo all around, blurring her thoughts. Suddenly she understands why so many fight so hard to stay on this tiny stage.\n\"Humans may be pitiful creatures, but... When people carry their burdens together, the warmth and strength they find in each other is absolutely real.\"",
  "DiscIP.213006.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213006.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213006.3": "Good Night",
  "DiscIP.213006.4": "\"If you could make anything appear right now by magic, what would you want?\"\n\"A giant treasure chest! No, wait, a map that shows where every treasure in the world is!\"\n\"Some kind of winged vehicle, so delivering letters would be way easier... Maybe I'd call it an \"autobird?\"\n\"Hey! Can you guys be a little more realistic?\"\nDonna doesn't know whether she should laugh or cry. She drops her mallet, stretches her legs, and flops down on the ground.\nThe afternoon sun spills over her orange hair, making it look like a restless flame, flickering and growing with impatience. Her two teammates rarely follow instructions during their \"renovation project\"; they always end up doing their own thing, and that little out of scene conversation was just more proof.\nThings aren't going well. The tall, blue-haired girl steps forward, shielding Donna from the blazing sun and hoping the tiny bit of shade will help keep their frazzled boss from totally losing it.\nThe other one curls up like a cat, crouching next to Donna and gently shaking her knee:\n\"Donna, I-I was just joking. Don't be mad... Ah!\"\nTeresa barely finishes her apology before Donna ruffles her hair even more, making her head look even more like a bird's nest.\n\"What, did I scare you two? Hmph, I'm not mad.\"\nBoth girls breathe a sigh of relief. The blue-haired one picks up the mallet from the ground, glancing at the mess they've made behind them:\n\"You two take a break. I'll finish the stairs for these two levels.\"\n\"Freesia, did you learn some kind of stamina spell? How come you never get tired?\"\n\"I think that kind of magic does exist, but I don't know it. I'm just used to physical work.\"\n\"Waaah... Poor Freesia.\"\n\"Freesia, what kind of hard life did you have before this?\"\nThe two girls on the ground hug Freesia's legs from both sides. She has to free her hands and, imitating Donna, gently pats them both on the head.\nIn that moment, she feels like she's learned a stamina spell after all.\nIt's just fixing up a train! She can totally do it!\n\n\"... By the way, what about you, Donna? What's your answer to that question?\"\n\"Me? I was just thinking, if would be so nice if we had a huge bed, soft as marshmallow, so we could all get a good, comfy nap...\"",
  "DiscIP.213007.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213007.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213007.3": "Emerald Dream",
  "DiscIP.213007.4": "In the beginning, we were one and the same.\nLike paired feathers and entwined branches, we breathed the same air and listened to the same heartbeat.\nThen we grew flesh, grew souls, grew horns.\nI once thought life would never change, that fate was already decided.\nWe lived in darkness, in pain, in endless despair.\nBut you said we shouldn't accept that. You said we should climb upward, break through the barriers, and seek another world.\nI didn't know what that other world was like; I was afraid of change, afraid of being torn apart, afraid of seeing you become someone I couldn't recognize.\nBut I remained your most loyal guardian, your truest companion, always following in your footsteps.\n\nYou told me there's a bridge at the edge of the world, spanning the abyss.\nIt snows all year at the bridge, bitterly cold. But if we cross it, we'll reach the far beyond.\nEverything there should belong to us, and the people there would serve our kind.\n—Because we were one, once.\n\nThe night before we set out, I trailed closely behind you, snowflakes falling into my eyes.\nMy steps grew lighter, my body nearly floating, and just before I left the ground, I grabbed your wrist.\nThe snow turned to clouds, wrapping softly around us both. The first wind of the new world brushed our hair; the birds sang together.\n\"Don't be afraid. We're almost there.\"\nSuddenly, I realized it was only my illusion, a dream I couldn't put into words.\nSo I returned to reality, stood knee-deep in snow, with only your fade to black silhouette left ahead of me.\nI summoned my courage to ask what exodus meant. You stopped, gazing at me from afar:\n\"If not for waking in the long night, the future could be ever bright.\"",
  "DiscIP.213008.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213008.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213008.3": "Tranquil Retreat",
  "DiscIP.213008.4": "\"Wah—it's so cool in here—\"\n\"Noya, close the window! I haven't finished stapling my ' Commission Handbook' yet, and it's gonna get blown away!\"\n\"The wind is so strong...\"\nTravel is always full of surprises, and right now, the camper is brimming with both chaos and freedom.\n\"Okay, okay, I'm closing it!\"\nUnder heavy fire, Noya hugs the steering wheel with one hand while hurriedly rolling up the window with the other, secretly leaving a little crack—she just has to.\n\"Iris, did you hit Noya on the head with our rice ladle just now?\"\n\"Uh—I, I just grabbed whatever was nearby!\"\n\"Now we're doomed. The god of food will punish us!\"\n\"Our emergency rations will disappear, we won't find anything to eat out in the Wilds, and in the end we'll all starve to death in the camper...\"\nThe terrified girl mumbles on, her imagination painting a grim future. Her voice drops lower and lower, picking up speed until the words blur into an unintelligible chant.\n\"Noya, pull over.\" \n\"Iris has crashed again.\"\nAmber, now a seasoned pro, steadies Iris by the shoulders in case she collapses. Noya opens the door, and together they help Iris out of the RV.\nA cool breeze sweeps by and Iris sneezes hard.\n\"... I'm okay now.\"\n\nWhen she comes back to herself, Iris slumps on the grass, rubbing her eyes. Not far away, Noya seems to be tinkering with something, but Iris can't focus on that. She's too busy reflecting on her meltdown.\nIt must be because she hasn't been sleeping well lately.\nIt must be because they haven't gotten any new commissions for two weeks.\nIt must be because...\nSomeone presses something warm into her palm. She looks down to find a steaming clay pot.\n\"Fresh soup! Drink up. You'll feel better after.\"\nTheir smiling chef winks at her. Amber peeks around Noya's shoulder, dangling a shiny piece of Tawny Nightingale in front of her:\n\"Iris, eat this bread. It's good.\"\n\nYeah, maybe things aren't so bad after all.\nAt least for now, she can finally take a real break.",
  "DiscIP.213009.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213009.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213009.3": "Rainy Tune",
  "DiscIP.213009.4": "Drip, drip—the sound of rain.\nLight footsteps skip over puddles.\nRaindrops burst at her toes.\n\nDrip, drip—the melody of rain.\nHand in hand, they run through the rain.\nBubbles swirl in the air.\n\nThe rain sounds like music.\nEvery drop keeps its own secret.\nFluttering skirts look like flowers swaying in the wind.\n\nThe rain slowly fades away,\nand bright sunlight returns to the sky.\nA rainbow appears, rising and falling like their moods.\n\n\"The rain stopped right when we got home. I can't tell if that's good or bad.\"\n\"I think it's good.\"\n\"Eh?\"\n\"Even while running in the rain, you were still smiling so much.\"\n\"... Go take a shower! You're soaked. If you don't take a hot shower, you'll catch a cold tomorrow.\"",
  "DiscIP.213010.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213010.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213010.3": "Steam Syndrome",
  "DiscIP.213010.4": "I'm not sure when it happened, but I've turned into such a cautious person.\nI worry that what I say won't come out right, that people will misunderstand me.\nI worry that my solutions won't make anyone happy.\nI worry... This outfit I'm wearing is too attention-grabbing.\n\"Is this dress... A bit too bright?\"\nShe brought me this \"Feather Robe\" from the city, and it's supposed to be traditional Loong festival attire.\nI choose my words carefully, not wanting her to think I don't like it and hurt her feelings.\n\"I think it looks great on you. Besides, you're on vacation. It's the perfect time to try something new.\"\n\"... Okay.\"\nBut even with her encouragement, I still feel awkward because I'm used to my usual work clothes.\n\nThe whole way there, my steps are awkward and stiff, praying I don't bump into anyone I know.\nWe pass a bun shop. We aren't even hungry, but the chef's skill is mesmerizing.\nWith his left hand, he wraps the thin dough around the filling, spinning it effortlessly,\nwhile his right pinches the top closed with even, perfect folds.\nI count them quietly: exactly eighteen.\nIn no time, the whole tray goes into the steamer. She glances at me.\n\"There's an ancient saying that 'Doing great things is like cooking a small dish.' You can apply the cooking lessons to life. Do you know what's the most important thing?\"\nI try to ignore how young she looks saying that and focus on the steaming buns.\n\"...Is it the timing?\"\n\"Nope! It's being happy!\"\n\"Huh?\"\n\"Sure, timing matters, but if the chef isn't happy, how are the customers supposed to feel happy? Right, chef?\"\nThe chef bursts out laughing.\n\n\"The most important thing in life is being happy...\"\nI repeat her words to myself as I spot a shop I haven't visited in ages.\n\"Hang on, wait for me.\"\nMight as well do something that makes me happy.\n\n\"One bubble tea, full sugar, less ice. Thanks.\"\nThe steam from the buns fogs up the neon-lit street\nwhile the humid air beads cold drops on my cup.\nFor now, I let myself put all my worries aside\nand start enjoying this minute that's all mine.",
  "DiscIP.213011.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213011.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213011.3": "Meow Rhythm",
  "DiscIP.213011.4": "The girl lingers in front of the token exchange machine.\n\"This machine only accepts exchanges for 5,000 or 10,000 tokens\"—the bright red message scrolls across the screen over and over.\nShe glares at those two numbers, gripping the only 1,000-token voucher she has.\nOh well, guess she'll have to pick up a couple more shifts at the convenience store and save up before coming back.\nWho knows if that stingy boss of hers will find some new excuse to dock her pay...\nShe pulls her cap low, slipping away like a general dishonorably retreating from the battlefield without a fight.\nSuddenly a hand lands on her shoulder from behind, soft and steady, as if reaching out to the part of her that refuses to give up.\n\n\"Cat-ear hat, pigtails... you're Chaton, right? The number two on the arcade rankings?\"\nIt's a voice that she doesn't recognize. It's full of confidence and totally out of place in this noisy arcade.\nMaybe she's here to challenge her? Fine. Let's see if she can bluff her way into a free match.\nThe girl tries her best to look tough, answering in a voice even louder than the stranger's.\n\"That's me. If you want a match, you're paying.\"\n\"Sure. Five rounds, to start.\"\nSeriously?\nSurprised, the girl looks up and meets the challenger's gaze. She finds a pair of perfectly calm crimson eyes.\nThis one's long hair is tied back, and unlike the usual challengers covered in over-the-top studs and spikes, she's just wearing a plain jacket.\n\n\"As a rank holder, I will only play against you if you state your name!\"\n\"I'm Kasimira.\"\nKasimira...\nOf course Chaton knows that name. She's seen it above her own on the leaderboard more times than she can count.\nKasimira, the number one.\nAll her bravado deflates like a pricked balloon.\n\"Give me a break. The ranked number one came all the way here to stomp on us losers?\"\nKasimira doesn't answer. She fishes in her pocket and presses the exchange button.\n\"I've watched your replays. Your tactics are interesting.\"\nFive tokens appear in Chaton's palm, the crown side facing up like an invitation.\n\"Want to play a round?\"\n\"Of course.\"",
  "DiscIP.213012.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213012.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213012.3": "Starry Night Ode",
  "DiscIP.213012.4": "The bike's dim headlight glides through Ash District, restless and alert,\nscanning the streets like a judge at a talent show, eager to spot tonight's next act.\n\nA sudden reflection blinds the rider for a second and she almost loses her balance.\nOnce the daze passes, she sees them: three girls in school uniform,\ninnocent-looking but blending into the night as if they belong there.\n\n\"Platinum Academy, huh? It's already past curfew. What are you doing under the Waterway this late?\"\n\"Hmph, isn't it obvious? We were just—wait, ah!\"\n\"Time to go home, sis~ Sorry, officer. Our study hall ran late and we have just finished up.\"\n\nThe rider moves to pull out her notepad behind her back,\na small gesture that instantly puts the girls on edge.\n\"Wow, you all look nervous. Don't tell me your school still does corporal punishment?\"\nThe rider shuts her notebook with a snap, climbs back on her bike, and lets the engine rumble.\n\"Be smart and don't wander at night. I'll let you off this time.\"\n\n\"Hey—\"\nThe girl's voice, young but clear and loud, makes everyone freeze on the spot.\nThe rider's hand hovers over the siren switch as she checks her rearview mirror.\n\"Wear goggles when you ride at night—\"\nThe leader crosses her arms, meaning well, but it just gets under the rider's skin.\n\n\"... Tch. Mind your own business.\"\nShe revs the throttle and heads off toward Silver District without looking back.\n\n\"Whew... She's finally gone. You were so cool! Not scared of her at all!\"\n\"Keep it down, sis. We almost got caught.\"\n\"I did laundry, but who knew the fake uniforms would come in handy?\"\n\nThe girls turn and pull down the cloth cover hanging on the wall—\nrevealing their latest creation, finished just tonight, a splash of color that belongs only to them under these stars.",
  "DiscIP.213013.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213013.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213013.3": "Leaf Her to Me",
  "DiscIP.213013.4": "The story began in the forest on a moonless night.\nSomeone who smelled just like her left both me and her behind in this unfamiliar place, and she was just a baby.\nThe forest's colors changed, pale to deep, over and over again.\nAnd as the seasons turned, she came to look and smell more and more like that woman.\n\n\"What are you smelling, Coco?\"\n\nI wander over to a little nest made of maple leaves, pretending not to care.\nShe follows and flops down next to me, gently running her hand through my fur.\nJust like that night. Just like back then.\n\n\"Is it the maple leaves? Let me try!\"\n\"Yeah! Smells just like the fall season.\"\n\nThe colors of the forest shift once more.",
  "DiscIP.213014.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213014.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213014.3": "The Knight's Smith",
  "DiscIP.213014.4": "Kaydoke is in her workshop, performing routine maintenance on her tools.\nA tender smile spreads across her face as she polishes her \"treasures.\"\nThe peace is shattered by the arrival of a blonde girl.\n\n\"Hey there! Sorry to barge in!\"\n\"... Yo, Tilia. What brings you by?\"\n\"Lapis Eagle's been acting up again. I was hoping you could ... take a look?\" she asks, scratching her head sheepishly.\n\"Again? Let me guess... You pushed it too hard chasing those Ashwind punks, didn't you?\"\n\"Rushing over the rough terrain of the Ash District for way too long?\"\n\"Whoa, spot on! You have your own intel network or something?\"\n\"Hardly. This is the fourth time this week.\"\n\"Heh heh...\"\n\"You're hopeless. Bring 'er in.\"\n\nKaydoke gets to work, focusing on the Lapis Eagle before her.\nAfter a moment, the blonde girl pipes up.\n\n\"So, um...\"\n\"Hm?\"\n\"Since you're taking it apart anyway, could you maybe also...\"\n\"No.\"\n\"Huh? I haven't even said anything yet.\"\n\"I know exactly what you want. Some kind of glowing, transforming armor, right? Or maybe bolt-on weapons or an extra engine?\"\n\"So that's a no?\"\n\"Of course not. This is a patrol scooter! Look, what happens if you make a little kid wear a full suit of Imperial Guard armor?\"\n\"They'd ... become a little knight?\"\n\"... They'd get crushed by the weight of it, right?\"\n\"Oh! Right! I guess they would.\"\n\"It's the same for your scooter.\"\n\"Adding all those flashy mods won't improve its performance. It'll just weigh it down.\"\n\"I see... Have the other knights really never asked for stuff like that?\"\n\"You think everyone's like you?!\"\n\nWith the Lapis Eagle fixed, Kaydoke walks Tilia out.\n\n\"Thanks, Kay! Oh, this is for you.\"\n\"Is this ... taiyaki?\"\n\"Yep! From that new dessert shop.\nTheir taiyaki is amazing, and I wanted you to try some.\"\n\"Oh, thanks. You didn't have to.\nAnyway, try to take better care of your Lapis Eagle. If you wreck it again this week, I'm not fixing it.\"\n\"Three days! Can we make it three days? I swear I'll make it last longer this time, please, Kay?\"\n(Sighs)\n\nThe boisterous blonde finally leaves.\nThe paper bag holding the taiyaki rustles in Kaydoke's hand.\n\"It's already gone cold from the ride over!\"",
  "DiscIP.213015.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213015.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213015.3": "Unknown Fragrance",
  "DiscIP.213015.4": "Deep down, Nazuna knows she is filled with regret.\nEven someone as lazy and unmotivated as her, who only ever wanted to coast through life...\n... has something she desperately wants to protect.\n\nA single missed chance can last a lifetime.\nLonging can never bring back what's gone.\nLike the falling rain, the wandering birds, the friends who drift away,\nand a familiar scent. Everything fades...\n\nAfter Nazuka decided to leave, Nazuna stepped in to keep her room tidy.\nShe volunteered for the chore, taking on the persistent work.\nFor a long time after, Nazuna just couldn't get used to the emptiness.\nEvery laugh with Kaede, every trip into a Monolith, every meal at home ... it always felt like someone was missing.\nHad her friend found new people to rely on? Someone new to treasure?\nNazuna wasn't sure which answer she feared more. \"Yes\" meant she was alone. \"No\" meant her friend was.\n\nWhenever Nazuna went to the affairs office or the camp, she would quietly check on the Wandering Birds.\nHer friend's guild grew more and more successful. And while Nazuna was genuinely happy for her, each success was a painful reminder of the distance growing between them.\nAs Nazuka took more jobs out of city, Nazuna lost the heart to join the crowds, choosing instead to hole up at home.\n\nIf I just get one more chance, I won't miss it again.\nBut she is a coward. The truth is a secret she only dared whisper to herself, swallowed by her blankets.\n\n\"Where are you?\"\n\"What are you doing...?\"\n\"There's ... not a single trace of your scent left in this room.\"",
  "DiscIP.213016.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213016.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213016.3": "Cage of Roses",
  "DiscIP.213016.4": "\"Magnificent! Miss Befana, hold that pose and look right this way!\"\n—Do you see it? The audience's hungry stare.\n\n\"I'll never forget tonight's performance! I'm definitely coming back tomorrow!\"\n—Do you hear it? The same old cheers.\n\nFleeting lights flickered.\nHeartfelt cries echoed.\nShe accepted their searing, sincere gazes,\npitying the devotees who had traveled so far to see her.\n\nSo what if their love was false?\nSo what if her bloom was fleeting?\nCome, offer yourself as nourishment to the one and only blossom.\nIn this paradise that welcomes all, there is only intoxication.\n\nShe looked up as the rose that never sleeps swayed and shed its petals—an offering, or a sign of decay?\nThe roar of the crowd faded. Through the curtain, she felt the final warmth seep away.\nOnly her beating heart reminded her she had not yet become a perfect marionette.\n\nBack then, had she been trapped in the same dream as everyone else—one she never wanted to wake from?",
  "DiscIP.213017.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213017.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213017.3": "★Rolling Life★",
  "DiscIP.213017.4": "\"Two-minute break. Let's take it from the top.\"\n\"If you can't keep up, practice on your own time. Don't drag the whole group down.\"\nAll eyes in the room fell on Ophir. She looked down, pretending she hadn't heard as she tightened her shoelaces.\nIt's to be expected, Ophir told herself. A beginner practicing with idol trainees is bound to get called out.\n\nWhen the Scarlet Sights Media announced an idol competition, Ophir signed up. She never expected that on top of hosting, she'd also have to compete as an idol for a debut spot.\n\"Viewers are sick of the same old idol competitions. A fresh format is the only way to boost ratings.\"\n\"Idol versus idol, idol versus host, host versus host... The competition, the clashes... Just thinking about it gets my heart racing.\"\nShe recalled the hunger she saw in the station director's eyes as he spoke—like a shark scenting blood. If she were just starting out, a chill would have run down her spine, and she might have even quit.\nBut after years in the industry, she is used to its rules: capture the audience's attention, make them smile. That is her job.\nNo use overthinking it. Skip dinner, find an empty studio, and practice. The years of grinding has taught her to bounce back fast. She glances at the mirror, where the faces around her blur into one.\nBut the raw pride in their eyes as they stare at their own reflections—that is unmistakable.\n\nShe suddenly remembers a question Mistique had asked when they were first paired up.\n\"Ophir, what's your dream?\"\nBack then, she had just learned not to wear her heart on her sleeve. She summoned her courage and countered:\n\"Tell me yours first, and then I'll tell you mine.\"\nA flicker of surprise crossed Mistique's eyes before she wagged a finger, a sly smile on her face.\n\"Dreams are for ordinary people. A witch like me can achieve anything she desires.\"\nTrue, I am ordinary, Ophir thinks. But I refuse to stay that way.\nIt is that refusal—that fire—that keeps her going.\nShe is going to become the greatest host in Flavio. No matter how long it takes.",
  "DiscIP.213018.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213018.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213018.3": "Soda Shopping",
  "DiscIP.213018.4": "Her favorite soda is sold only on certain holidays.\nToday is the day Cosette has been waiting for—her special soda run.\n\nThe store is overflowing with every kind of drink imaginable.\nNew yogurt flavors are in. Strawberry sounds too sweet, and multigrain ... would that be chewy? As for original, she hasn't touched it in ages.\nCosette wavers in front of the cooler before grabbing one of each flavor.\nThe juice selection offers nothing new. She is tired of the usual options, but then she remembers a trick she'd seen at a café: adding sparkling water to juice.\nMaybe I'll give that a try?\nShe places two bottles of juice and sparkling water into her basket.\nThe basket begins to feel heavy.\n\nA new product lines the left shelf. The sign proclaims it is a rare find from a Monolith—a powder that dissolves in water to become a delicious drink!\nShould I try it?\nShe's never tried anything like it. She picks up a box labeled \"Instant Coffee\" and places it in her basket. It's so expensive—three times the normal price!\nI'd cry if it tastes bad...\n\nAt last, she reaches the soda cooler, home to what she's been looking forward to all holiday: melon soda!\nMade with melons from the south, an exclusive summer fruit, its sweet fragrance danced on the bubbles. One sip is all it takes to taste the essence of summer.\nThree bottles? That won't be nearly enough. Half a dozen? Six, one a day, will last until next weekend...\nBut will they still have this flavor next weekend? If she buys too many, they may expire before she could drink them all...\n\nCosette dithers in front of the cooler before finally adding five bottles to her basket. It's already so heavy; any more and she won't be able to carry it.\nShe doesn't know if melon soda will be back next holiday, but even if it isn't, there will always be other flavors.\nCosette knows that come next holiday, a new soda will be waiting for her.",
  "DiscIP.213019.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213019.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213019.3": "Delusion",
  "DiscIP.213019.4": "Some patients would lie to their physician habitually.\n\"I've followed your orders, Doctor. Haven't touched a drop in two months.\"\n—Then what's that slip of paper that just fell from your pocket? The one with the tavern's logo on the back?\n\"I-I don't remember where I've been, or what I did... Look, I came to the clinic, didn't I? What's with the interrogation? I really can't remember, doc...\"\n—He takes out his frustrations on the very family that cares for him, performing a one-man farce that can't even convince himself. An absurd little show, staged just for me.\n\"It's just a minor issue, no need for a prescription. Besides ... my family can't really afford it...\"\n—She hides her illness out of misplaced kindness, dooming her family to the worst possible future.\n\nThis little clinic is flooded with lies. They spill from countless mouths,\nclinging to my skin, covering my mouth and nose until I can barely breathe.\n\nJust as I began to sink into this vortex, my fingertips grazed something cold.\n—A skeleton.\nA silent witness.\nI traced the fractures in its bones, revealing the trauma it suffered in life.\nI studied its form and pieced together the story of its death.\nWithout the interference of deceitful words, the truth was laid bare before me.\nSo clear. So beautiful.\nAh ... it drifted into my chest and consumed the lies that held me captive.\nThat was the feeling of being reborn.\n\nYear after year, I traveled far and wide, collecting countless skeletons.\nBut in the deepest corner of my collection, one specimen is still missing. It will be the most beautiful, the most pristine, the one I simply must possess.\nAnd I am waiting.",
  "DiscIP.213020.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213020.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213020.3": "The Shining",
  "DiscIP.213020.4": "A torrential downpour hammered the house while the wind shrieked, threatening to tear the roof from its walls.\nThe lock rattled. Terrified, the girl pressed her ear to the door.\nA heartbeat passed, then another, before a heavy force slammed against the wood.\nShe threw her weight against the door as she fumbled with the deadbolt. It clicked shut, and the pressure on the other side vanished.\n\nThey'll give up now, she thought, but soon, that thought proved naive as the wall beside her was shattered.\nA shovel blade burst through from outside, spraying wood splinters across her face.\nFor a split second, as she wondered why her own shovel was in the hands of an intruder, the horror crashed over her like waves. She was a wreck.\nThe shovel twisted violently before being pulled back through the hole. Where would the next blow land? On her head?\n\nRidge jolted awake from the nightmare. The plundered storeroom isn't just a dream, she realizes, but a real and constant threat.\nBefore, a \"ransacked cellar\" has been merely a phrase. But having seen the horrifying vision, she now understands how such a disaster could drag her life into an unknown abyss.\n\nA cold sweat breaks out on her brow. She resolves to repair all the cellars first thing in the morning—hide the entrances, reinforce the walls, add inner doors...\nThe ideas flock through her mind like birds. But whenever she tries to seize one, the entire flock scatters, and the plans dissolve like scattered feathers.\nEvery solution remains a fleeting thought, lost on the edge of her next dream.\n\nHer terror and anxiety subsides, leaving only the soft patter of rain against the window.\nBy the time the sky pales to dawn, Ridge is fully awake, the night's disturbance swept away by the howling autumn wind.\n\nShe blinks her heavy eyes open. Life goes on.",
  "DiscIP.213021.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213021.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213021.3": "Miraculous Anthem",
  "DiscIP.213021.4": "Gaze into the mirror. What do you see?\nA past marked by defeat? A present sunk in routine?\nA future lost to the shadows?\n\nClose your eyes. What do you recall?\nThe soaring vows you once made? The faith now worn to the bone?\nThe friends who vanished on the road?\n\nWhen you were born, who first rejoiced?\nWho first wept at your side?\nDo you remember your first touch of warmth?\n\nIf you vow to go on, please face this mirror.\nCast off your guarded disguise. Bare your frightened soul.\nI have heard your whispered prayer.\nTo the devout, all wishes are heard.\n\nTake the stage, and the prophecy will live.\nYou must only endure. You must survive.\nThough crushed by your foe, you must claw your way up.\nShatter your chains. Break the rules of their game.\n\nYour pain is a sign you are on the right path.\nThis is the trial you must face. The road to your truth is paved with scars.\nCast your doubts to the wind. Plunge into the magma of your ordeal.\nIn the last breath before the fire takes you, despair will crystallize into hope.\n\nWhen you close your eyes a final time, the prophet's words will come to pass.\nI will cover your broken shape with fallen blossoms,\nas the flame in the mirror gutters and dies.\nDo not fear the loneliness of the Underworld.\nFor one day, we will meet again.",
  "DiscIP.213022.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213022.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213022.3": "Love River's Curse",
  "DiscIP.213022.4": "The stage is set, as destiny sounds its horn.\nYou make your entrance, a challenger reborn in desire.\nCome with me. I promise you a love beyond all measure,\nmy flickering lantern a beacon to your triumph.\n\nI will dab the sweat that beads upon your palms,\nand smooth the collar that rests upon your neck.\nDoubt not. I alone can pierce your heart's dark corners and stir the desires deep within your soul.\nHesitate not. The star atop the Monolith has always belonged to you.\n\nIn the arena, no one is invincible. One loss says nothing of your true power.\nThe key is still within your grasp. Will you not turn it in the golden lock?\nListen to me. This is no time to falter.\nThat moment the spotlight finds you ... it feels sublime, does it not?\nAnd I will always be at the pit, watching from the darkness—your most devoted fan.\n\nWhen you grow weary, I will be your comfort, your confidant.\nPerhaps we'll play a little game where all the rules are blurred.\nBut I will be the one who wins, and you will take the stage again.\nJust hold on. Everything you crave is almost within your grasp.\n\nIn days without you, I caress your phantom in the flickering reruns,\nand wonder in whose room you now reside.\nI have bound your secrets in a shimmering cipher,\nand buried my curse in the deep, dark base of the tower.\n\"You won't forget me. You still need me.\"",
  "DiscIP.213023.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213023.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213023.3": "Pure White",
  "DiscIP.213023.4": "A girl opened her eyes to a world of pure, unending white.\nThe silence was absolute. There was no trace of life here.\nAs she drifted through the void, she felt the nagging sense of a vital duty she had forgotten.\nTo escape the emptiness, she let herself fall back into a deep slumber.\nAges passed in the world outside, but she remained untouched by time, simply waiting.\n\nAfter an eternity, visitors finally arrived in her silent land.\nFrom the shadows, she watched as lone figures became crowds, their rags turning to armor, their hands to weapons.\nShe was sure they were nothing alike. All she could do was watch from a distance.\nBut in a place where so many wishes converged, nothing stays the same forever.\n\nOne day, a Trekker, covered in wounds, suddenly appeared before her.\nHe was so weak he was on the verge of fading into the silent void.\n\n\"Are you ... a divine messenger? Is this ... the end?\"\n\"No. You've failed. The peak is still far from here.\"\n\"I see... Are you here to take me away?\"\n\"I'm sorry. I can't do that.\"\n\nHer reply was cold, but he seemed to have misunderstood. A flicker of hope sparked in his hollow eyes as he weakly raised a scarred hand.\n\n\"Then ... please, save me... I don't ... want to die yet...\"\n\nAt that, the girl finally understood her purpose.\nShe knelt and gently tended his wounds, her touch as soft and natural as a white feather settling on his shoulder.\nShe vanished before he awoke, leaving the Trekker to believe his survival is a miracle.\nShe thought that would be the last she saw of him. But he returned, again and again, always bearing new injuries that left her at a loss.\n\n\"That thing in the armor fights dirty. I swear, without the armor, it'd be no match for me.\"\n\"A friend of mine plucked the star the other day. I'm so jealous.\"\n\"Ever been to the great desert? I tried cooking sand scorpion once. The taste was ... something else.\"\n\"I've scaled mountains, crossed plains, and climbed Monoliths ... but sometimes I still get homesick. Did you know, the night sky back home...\"\n\nThe girl never answered. She just healed him in silence.\nAfter she found her purpose, more and more strangers found their way to her space.\nThey loved to talk of the world outside the Monolith and the trifles of life, but it all meant nothing to her. She found her meaning only in the Trekkers who spoke to her after she healed them.\n\nMore time passed. One day, while tending to a Trekker as usual, she looked up to find an old man on the verge of death.\n\n\"After all these years ... you haven't changed a bit.\"\n\"I know you. Your life is fading.\"\n\"Heh... There's time enough for the grave once I'm done with this.\"\n\nThe old Trekker pulled a wooden box from his coat. It held no treasure, only a single feather of pure, immaculate white.\n\n\"No one will remember you. Everyone ... they always move on ahead of you.\"\n\"But I searched my whole life and finally found it. A feather which color will never fade. Just like you.\"\n\"I always hoped ... I could leave you something.\"\n\"You're running out of time. You should talk less.\"\n\"Heh... Thank you...\"\n\"Thank you for saving me that fateful day.\"\n\nThe girl gazed at the pure white feather that would never decay.\nThat day, her silence lasted longer than ever before.",
  "DiscIP.213024.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213024.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213024.3": "Holiday Bubble",
  "DiscIP.213024.4": "The clerk sits behind the counter, counting the minutes until closing time.\nA Trekker hurries into the convenience store.\n\"Hey, back again?\"\n\"That last Artifact must've sold for a good price. Trying your luck for another?\"\n\"Alright, then. But wishes from the Monolith ... they always come with a price.\"\nAfter the last customer leaves, the clerk wonders how to kill the rest of her shift.\n\"Restock the shelves? Nah, that can wait.\"\n\"Clean up? It'll just get dirty again.\"\nHer mind begins to drift.\n(Yawns)\nA yawn escapes her—the price of gaming all night.\nSlowly, the shelves of merchandise blur into the landscapes from last night's game.\n\"That's the outpost, this is the plains ... and oh, that's...\"\nHer gaze finally settles on a shopping cart sitting alone between two aisles.\n\"Hey, isn't that the four-wheeler I built with Crystalum last night?\"\nThe clerk stands and walks toward the cart.\nWith every step, the weariness seems to lift from her shoulders.\n\nA girl approaches the store's entrance.\n\"It's pretty late. Is Portia still here?\"\n\"Whoosh—\"\nA strange noise from inside makes her pause.\n\"Did someone just ... drift inside the store?\"\n\nShaking her head at the absurd thought, she pushes the door open.\nThe clerk is back behind the counter, wearing her usual tired expression, though her hair is a mess.\nIn front of her, a shopping cart slides to a halt.\nIts wheels have left a looping trail across the floor—\nthe marks of a stolen moment of freedom.",
  "DiscIP.213025.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213025.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213025.3": "Sweet Invitation",
  "DiscIP.213025.4": "\"If you had to live one day from your past on repeat, which would you choose?\"\nUnder the spotlight, the pink-haired girl flashes a subtle pair of fangs. She hits replay on the player and sways to the hypnotic music.\n\"I don't know. Does it matter?\"\nThe silver-haired girl polishes a thorn-rimmed mirror, her expression flat as a sharp edge grazed her fingertip.\n\"Tch. Such a stick-in-the-mud.\"\nA mischievous thought sparks. The pink-haired girl lifts her lantern and creeps behind her companion, a hazy orb of light pulsing between them as she begins her usual ritual—the one for challengers about to take the bait.\n\"Tell me ... what is it you desire...\"\n\"Show me ... your truest self...\"\nBut the lantern doesn't flicker. Her target holds no desire for it to find.\n\"Thanks for the light. The mirror's clean now.\"\nThe silver-haired girl has long grown used to her companion's theatrics. This same scene has played out countless times over the years.\nIn its own way, their life is already on repeat.\n\n\"Tell me, why do people risk everything for impossible dreams?\"\n\"It's human nature. And their greatest weakness.\"\n\"Or is it that our methods are so good they can't help but fall into our trap?\"\nThe pink-haired girl gives a proud toss of her head, setting the rabbit ears on her costume bobbing. When she wears this outfit, almost no one can refuse her invitation.\nShe never understood why, but she never lost.\n\nThe silver-haired girl recalls the eyes of all the challengers—the defiant, the desperate, the determined. They all came with different wishes. They all walked the same path.\nShe can't understand it either, but she sometimes wonders why.\n\"Honestly, even without us ... they'd pay any price for their so-called 'dreams.'\"\n\"We just give them a little push.\"\n\"And that's what's most terrifying about them.\"\n\n\"Bernina, could you fix my bow tie? I think it's loose.\"\nTo this day, Virigia still hasn't gotten used to the outfit. People would calmly discuss their deepest desires with her, but the moment she turns away, she can feel their stares burn into her back.\n\nThe sound of hurried footsteps draws near. Their appointment has arrived. It is time to go.",
  "DiscIP.213026.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.213026.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.213026.3": "Vent It Out ♥",
  "DiscIP.213026.4": "\"Heeey, hey, heeeey! Different day, same channel! Thanks for tuning in to see your girl Beatrixa again, my little gems! ♥\"\nBeatrixa always went live right on schedule, but today was different—her stream started twenty minutes early.\nDespite the sudden start, her eager fans were already there, refreshing their pages. A flurry of comments soon filled the chat, and the stream buzzed to life.\n\"Alright, my little gems! To spice things up, I'm introducing a special new segment today! ♥\"\nThe stream's view switched from the arena to a blank text screen.\n\"You've all had a long day and are probably feeling tired and frustrated, right? Bringing that negativity in here's just gonna ruin the fun. So—I'll fix that for you!\"\n\"Go on, post whatever's bugging you in the chat! Of course, I'll be prioritizing Super Chats.\"\nThe moment she finished speaking, viewers flooded the chat with the day's misfortunes.\n\n\"Thanks to 'NeedANewStart' for the SC! 'My crush rejected me today. Beatrixa, can you cheer me up?'\"\n\"Well, if you spend all day watching virtual girls like me, it's no wonder you got rejected. But don't worry! You can be my number one fan instead! I'll be right here for you on stream every single day! ♥\"\n\n\"My boss chewed me out at work today. I'm so mad.\"\n\"Then go punch him at work tomorrow. If you can't wait, you could just go to his house now. But if the Imperial Guard arrests you, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.\"\n\n\"Thanks to 'MiningOverGacha' for the SC! 'Hit pity four times today and lost it every single time. I'm so done spending money.'\"\n\"What a waste, spending money on some random 2D character. You'd be better off sending me a red Super Chat! Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and pull me instead.\"\n\n\"I feel personally attacked by this streamer. Unfollowed.\"\n\"Since you unfollowed me, why're you still here? Mods! Kick him out!\"\n\nAs Beatrixa \"helped\" more viewers with their problems, the question marks in chat multiplied. But even though the girl on screen was relentlessly rude, the stream's popularity only continued to climb.\n\n\"Alright, that's enough! Any more question marks and I'm gonna start banning people!\"\n\"That's all for our Advice Hotline'! Now, it's time for me to get gaming!\"",
  "DiscIP.214001.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214001.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214001.3": "Meowing Cat God",
  "DiscIP.214001.4": "\"Meow-velous mighty Meow-Meow, m-mew-mble...\"\n\"... Ugh, it's a tongue-twister, and it has zero punch.\"\nShe flips the page.\n\"Take aim at all who block our path! Eye of the Demon Lord, open!\"\n\"Now that's more like it! This one's a keeper!\"\n\"Kasimira, what do you think? The perfect opening line for me, right?\"\nChaton emerges from a pile of books, shoving a battered, authorless spellbook at her companion.\n\"Yeah, nice. Great. Go with that one.\"\nKasimira mumbles a reply, her eyes skimming the page. The magic circle is warped and missing incantations, harmless junk meant to trick kids.\n... Then again, it suits the little kitten bouncing around in front of her, happily wrecking the place.\nShe really is just a child, dragging her all the way out here just to workshop a dramatic entrance.\nAnd she still has to be reminded of the team rules, over and over again.\nKasimira sighs and repeats herself.\n\"White Cat Squad members never point their weapons at a teammate.\"\n\"Chaton, how many times is that?\"\n\nWhoops. Busted.\nChaton sullenly lowers her sniper rifle.\nLost in an imaginary firefight, she aimed at Kasimira without thinking. It wasn't malicious—Kasimira was just her natural focal point.\nWas it just a habit?\nMaybe.\n\nThe little girl had been abandoned so many times she'd lost count.\nShe stares at the other girl, who looks just as young, her own eyes too dry to squeeze out a single tear for sympathy.\n\"You don't need to make that face. Prove your worth, and you'll never be abandoned.\"\nI don't want to be left behind again. I'll go with anyone ... as long as they take me...\n\nJust like that, a hand takes hers, pulling her forward through the shadows of countless buildings.\nThe hand holding her wrist is warm and gentle.\n\"I'll hold on to you.\"\n\n\"Chaton, daydreaming in a Monolith will get you killed.\"\nThe warning snaps Chaton back to reality just as a Guardian's massive hand slams down toward them.\nShe takes aim, squeezes the trigger, and recites her brand-new line.\n\"Eye of the Demon Lord—unleashed!\"\n\n\"Hmph. Members of the White Cat Squad never look back at explosions.\"\n\"Funny how you remember that useless rule perfectly.\"\nKasimira sighs, signaling Chaton to prepare for the next wave.\n\n\"Yes, Captain!\"\nChaton strikes a pose from a poster, saluting smartly behind Kasimira's back.\nFrom this angle, that silhouette hasn't changed at all.\n\nI'll hold on to you.\nIt doesn't matter if you've forgotten that promise.\nBecause now, even if you let go, I'm strong enough to reach you on my own.",
  "DiscIP.214002.1": "Main Melody",
  "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": "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 screen off before you fall asleep, okay?\"",
  "DiscIP.214004.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214004.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214004.3": "Wisteria Dream",
  "DiscIP.214004.4": "\"If a realm of fairies truly existed,\nwould you be one who grants sweet dreams, or one who delights in mischievous nightmares?\nHeh... Have you made your choice? Come, enter this paradise of fantasy with 'Yosso'.\"\n\nFirenze's eyes swept over the slogan on a massive brand poster.\nA celebrity elegantly held the season's new fragrance, drawing the ladies of the Gold District to the windows of the opulent, gleaming perfume shop.\nShe had little interest and wanted to turn away, but the woman beside her gently took her arm, stopping her in her steps.\nThe grip was light, yet it brokered no refusal.\n\"Come inside with me. You need something new for tomorrow's gala.\"\n\"Yes, Mother.\"\n\nHer mother gave her a light pat on the small of her back.\nFirenze instantly straightened, her body snapping into a flawless posture—the fundamental grace demanded of every noble in their etiquette lessons.\nSatisfied with her daughter's obedience, her mother said nothing more.\nA sales associate, who had clearly been waiting, pulled open the door for them.\n\"Good afternoon, Lady Feltro, Miss Feltro.\"\n\n\"This new fragrance was inspired by the Day of Dreams. Its fresh, grassy top note is meant to immerse you in a whimsical fairy realm.\"\nFirenze apathetically took the offered tester strip.\n\"Of course, if you find it too sweet, miss, you could try this woody scent, inspired by the Day of Devoured Dreams...\"\nThe associate's voice began to fade.\n\nSuddenly, Firenze was standing in a sea of wisteria.\n\"Where am I?\"\nThe air was thick with blossoms. A breeze whisked wisteria petals past her fingertips, carrying them toward a boundless sky.\nShe instinctively raised a hand to catch one, then let it fall.\nHer mother was gone.\nPerhaps some part of her was escaping. Instead of searching, Firenze sank to the ground, savoring the rare solitude.\n\n\"Hey, Sapphire! Look at this weirdo!\"\n\"Ruby, be nice.\"\nFirenze felt a gentle tug on her skirt.\nTwo tiny heads peeked out from the flowers. They looked just like the fairies from her storybooks.\n\"Good afternoon, miss,\" said the dark-haired fairy politely. \"Your invitation to the fairy realm, please.\"\n\"If you don't have one, then you're a trespasser!\" the light-haired one snapped, shaking a tiny fist. \"And we will have to punish you!\"\nFirenze shook her head. She had nothing of the sort.\n\nThe fairies heard her answer, but they didn't \"punish\" her as threatened.\n\"We like honest people! So, we'll let you stay ... just for a little while.\"\nThe two fairies flitted up to her shoulders, stirring another wave of rich, floral fragrance.\n\"... And have a sweet dream.\"\n\n\"Firenze? You hear me, Firenze?\"\nHer mother's voice cut through the dream.\nThe scent of wisteria was gone. The sea of flowers had faded back into the perfume shop.\n\"We'll take this one.\" She gestured to the associate, who handed over the boxed perfume. On the bottle were the familiar images of two fairies.\n\"May you find your own wisteria dream.\"\nThe sales associate said with a smile.",
  "DiscIP.214005.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214005.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214005.3": "Sunlit Blossom",
  "DiscIP.214005.4": "I discovered a flower.\nI say \"discovered\" because I had never seen one quite like it before.\n\nIt grew deep in the third flowerbed from the left, in our agency's backyard.\nA professional gardener tended the yard every day, keeping the lawn moist and the flowerbeds perfectly uniform.\nI always suspected they used some kind of magic to command the flowers to bloom in unison. I never saw them either.\nBut this one flower, a dissonant note in a grand symphony, was growing secretly in the shadows.\nI figured the gardener had either overlooked it or perhaps planted it themselves. It might be a quiet interlude in his arduous routine.\n\nNow, it has become a small diversion in my daily life. During my lunch break, I walk the stone path in the backyard—a relaxation technique my mentor taught me for sorting through my thoughts and planning my next steps.\nOn those walks, I used to imagine catching an outlaw scaling the wall, giving me the perfect excuse to challenge him to a duel.\nI knew I shouldn't indulge such pointless fantasies. The golden age of duelist advocates was over. I had to become a competent advocate. That was what the Poitou family needed now.\nThese days, I make a point of stopping by that flowerbed on my walks, just to be sure the flower is still there.\nI grew curious about its name, but my knowledge of botany was limited to what I'd learned in school nature class.\nPerhaps it was a rare flower, a precious one sprouted from a seed dropped by a passing bird.\n\nThat evening, I pulled a heavy botanical encyclopedia from our library.\nI flipped through it from cover to cover but found no trace of my flower.\n\"Could I have discovered a new species?\"\nI shared the exciting news with my mother, who listened to my description with a puzzled look.\nShe took the encyclopedia, turned directly to a page, and pointed to a tiny, unremarkable white flower in the corner.\n\"Darling, is this the one?\"\nI stared at the picture, comparing it again and again with the flower so vivid in my head. It was, without a doubt, the same one.\nI had been in such a hurry that I'd overlooked the entry tucked away in the page's crease. Its description was only a few sentences long.\nStill, I couldn't accept it. \"But if it's as common as the book says, why have I never seen one before?\"\nMother smiled as if answering the simplest question a child could ask.\n\"Flowers that are too ordinary aren't planted in formal gardens.\"\n\"I saw them while vacationing at our country estate. They covered the hillsides. Quite beautiful, in their own way.\"\n\nLater, I finally saw that scenery for myself.\nI had just come through a rather disgraceful episode in my life and set off on a solo journey.\nAfter a rain shower, I was wandering aimlessly through the countryside when I saw it by the roadside—the very flower etched in my memory.\nAs I knelt for a closer look, a girl's voice called out from behind me.\n\"Oh! You like Starspots, too?\"\nI looked up and erupted into a brilliant smile. Her short orange hair shone against the overcast sky, and I remembered the heavy encyclopedia.\n\"Starspots? I know them as Ground Pimpernels.\"\n\"Oh, that's probably the official name. We Trekkers call them Starspots.'Cause they're scattered everywhere like little stars. Their juice makes good herbal medicine, too.\"\nThe book never told me that this utterly ordinary flower wasn't entirely useless.\n\"Thank you. I see.\"\n\"No problem! I'm delivering a letter to the next town. We could walk together if you're headed that way.\"\n\"I don't really know where I'm going... So, why not? I'll go with you.\"",
  "DiscIP.214006.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214006.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214006.3": "Witch's Swing",
  "DiscIP.214006.4": "Witch.\nThe very title has a magnetic pull.\nTheir words went down as sweet as honey, the poison within revealed only as they dissolved.\nMistique is a master of the craft. She would season hot topics with sensationalism and cook up stories that cause an uproar.\n\n\"Readers love a thrill, so I give 'em what they want.\"\nThat's how Mistique, always grinning, would explain her \"magic\" to colleagues who came seeking her secrets.\nHer colleagues would nod in fervent agreement before bidding her farewell.\nThey would then hurry off, no doubt, to rack their brains for ways to spice up their own reports, make them more provocative.\nBut one girl, who looked like a fresh graduate from the witch academy, still clutched her broom clumsily. The headwind caught in her throat as she struggled to ask Mistique a question:\n\"Are stories like that really what we should be striving for?\"\nWearing her usual teasing smile, Mistique adjusted the girl's broom. At least now she wouldn't get blown away.\nThen, she gave an answer that satisfied herself completely.\n\"Well, a witch's gotta make a living.\"\n\"After all, you have to pay the bills before you can write what you truly want.\"\n\nThe whisper of a spell crackled on the wind, faint as a silk thread, but nothing escaped a witch's sharp ears.\nMistique waved a hurried goodbye, her broom carving a stylish arc as she dodged an incoming spell.\n\"Hahahaha, someone's getting desperate, aren't they?\"\nThe target of the attack just cackled, pushing her broom faster and zipping expertly into the depths of an alley—\na natural hiding spot that had helped her evade countless company bounties.\nBut beyond the gossip, Mistique treasured her other identity: an investigative witch who unearthed the truths this world had buried.\n\nShe wove through the streets and alleys with effortless grace, while her summoned spirit playfully released clouds of pink mist to obscure her pursuers' vision.\n\"You got the guts to do evil, I got the guts to write about it! So there!\"\nThe witch's taunt echoed through the sky.\n\"Catch me if you can!\"",
  "DiscIP.214007.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214007.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214007.3": "Midnight Mayhem",
  "DiscIP.214007.4": "I remember this line from a movie I saw a long time ago:\n\"Every soul has its light and darkness. Most folks live in the gray between. But I—\"\nI can't remember the rest. Maybe a Monolith stole it.\nBut I saw that movie's poster in a shop today, and the line hit me again.\n\nWhenever I needed to clear my head, I'd take a midnight walk through the Ash District, from the harbor to the Waterway.\n\nIt was the end of summer, and the cool river breeze always cut through the day's exhaustion.\nFrogs croaked, insects buzzed—the only things that never shut up at night.\nNow and then, a baby would cry, followed by the frantic pounding of feet on floorboards.\nAll these sounds bled together, not into chaos, but into a strange, calming harmony.\nI never aced literature, but the scene still made me sentimental.\nI even started sounding like one of those pretentious lit club kids:\n\"Maybe this is the heartbeat of the Ash District at night.\"\n\nBut the peace never lasted. A few jerks always had to ruin it.\nScooters whined, voices yelled—so much for a perfect night.\n\nA squad of Imperial Guard knights on scooters skidded to a halt in front of me, flashing their light batons in my eyes.\nThat's when I remembered my outfit. Good. Saved me the trouble of talking my way out of this.\nI dropped my board, whipped out my bat, and busted through their blockade.\nIt's not that I was scared. I just didn't want the brawl to wake anyone.\n\nI skated through a back alley, leading them straight into a dead end.\nTheir leader swaggered over, thinking he had me cornered.\n\n\"Three-on-one. Nowhere to run!\"\n\nThe next second, he hit a tripwire. He and his scooter went flying.\n\"Whoops. Make that three-on-two.\"\n\n\"Don't get cocky! Eat this! —Ugh!\"\n\"My fist hits harder than that spear!\"\n\"Hmph! So what's the score now?\"\n\"It's three-on-three.\"\n\"Wasn't askin' you! My math's bad, but I can still count!\"\n\nI hefted my bat, glaring at the last knight as he trembled so hard his armor squeaked.\nNeuvira and Vollara had just flattened the others.\nI still couldn't remember the rest of that line. It didn't matter anymore.\n\n\"You must be new. Don't know the rules around here? Let me teach you about them then.\"\n\"Listen up. This turf—\"\n\"—is ours!\"",
  "DiscIP.214008.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214008.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214008.3": "Soaring Blue",
  "DiscIP.214008.4": "\"An amusement park? What's that?\"\n\"Whoa! Inside a Monolith?! I've never seen one. Do you remember which one?\"\n\"If I ever get to that Monolith, I'm definitely gonna go!\"\n\n\nI'd never seen an amusement park. I didn't even know what the words meant.\nI first heard the term from a young Trekker passing through Port Bellin. He told me\n—it was a magical wonderland inside a Monolith. Even though you were indoors, you could see a boundless blue sky. Towering rides filled the space. Some would lift you gently for a view of the whole park, while others would send you speeding along suspended tracks for a heart-pounding thrill. He said it might be scary, but it was absolutely addictive.\nHe called it a park made of dreams.\nBalloons, streamers, and cheerful music under a bright, sunny sky. The moment you walked in, all your worries would just melt away, leaving you with pure joy.\n\nI knew I had to see it for myself someday.\n\nThen one hazy afternoon, my friends and I happened upon a Monolith.\nMaybe it was fate ... maybe we just needed supplies. The gloomy sky, which looked ready to storm, was part of the reason, too.\nAnyway, we went inside.\nI'd never seen anything like it. A perfect, cloudless sky stretched overhead as towering, unfamiliar machines sprang to life with uplifting music.\n\"Welcome to the Monolith Amusement Park!\"\nAn announcer's voice echoed as more and more rides started up, as if welcoming their first visitors in ages.\n\"Could this be it? The legendary amusement park...! Look, the horses are spinning! Those giant teacups over there are spinning, too!\"\n\"What is this place? It could be dangerous...\"\n\"Whoa, it's so high up...\"\n\"Come on! Let's go check it out!\"\nI grabbed their hands and pulled them into the colorful wonderland.\nThe Trekker hadn't lied. This is a place where you forget your worries and soak up only joy. I gathered a huge bunch of balloons that carried me right up into the bright, clear sky.\nScreams of joy echoed from the roller coaster's peak as the park shrank beneath me. Such a marvelous, unbelievable adventure—it felt just like a dream.\n\n... I wish I could move this whole place outside the Monolith.\nMaybe with enough balloons?\nLost in that thought, I never wanted to wake up.\nThe dream continues.",
  "DiscIP.214009.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214009.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214009.3": "New Star Prelude",
  "DiscIP.214009.4": "Life is a book. You've always believed that. It's just that some people are born deluxe, gilt-edged hardcovers.\nAnd you? You might not even be a book at all, just a simple pamphlet.\nBut there was a silver lining: you weren't just one pamphlet, you were three.\nThe three of you were inseparable—sharing bread, roughhousing, and eventually leaving the orphanage, always together.\nYou never doubted that even if a Monolith erased your memories, you would find each other again and connect instantly.\n\nSometimes, you found yourself wondering what kind of story your little pamphlet would turn out to be.\nA knight's grand adventure? An encyclopedia with all the answers? Or just a simple photo album?\nBut honestly, did you ever really have a choice?\n\nYou worried about the book you'd become, but in truth, you didn't even know what you wanted to be.\nMaybe it was easier to just pretend to be a normal book. Unfortunately, \"normal\" never quite fit you.\nEmpty wallets, rations running low ... you still had each other, but each other was all you had left.\n\nLet's take another picture. Tuck it into a back page. Remember to smile and save this moment of happiness for the future.\nNo matter how hard you struggled, you always seemed to end up right back where you started—disappointment is your constant companion.\nBut for the brief moment the shutter clicked, you were happy. Then the flash faded, and reality came rushing back.\n\nRelax. You're just a pamphlet. If a page gives you trouble, just tear it out and start over.\n\nThat means any page has the potential to be your cover. You'll have to choose carefully. Maybe even pick one that's waterproof.\nBut don't forget, tearing out a page doesn't solve anything. It just leaves you with one less page to write on.\nYou have to be careful. Once you feel the scratch of your pen against the tabletop, you're running out of paper.\nYou might have to go back and gather the pages you threw away.\n\nThe memories you fought to forget, the pain you buried—you'll have to dig it all up yourself and bind it to the very end of your story.\nThere's no other way. It's all a part of you. You can't just make it disappear. What you discard in the past will eventually catch up with you—or you with it.\nBut none of that matters now. It's time to turn the page. As for what the next chapter holds?\nDon't worry about it. Just hop aboard the Lucky Oasis and ride into a new chapter. All aboard!",
  "DiscIP.214010.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214010.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214010.3": "Prayer Beneath Light",
  "DiscIP.214010.4": "Lady Angie wasn't in her office. Again.\nAlbedo sighed.\nAs \"that Lady's\" most dependable deputy, she was long used to attending high-level meetings in Angie's stead.\nHer expression was a constant, stern mask as she strode through offices, corridors, and meeting halls, a small notebook of secrets always in hand.\n\n\"Lady Angie, if you don't show your face by next month, people at the headquarters will forget what you look like.\"\n\"I have...more important things to attend to.\"\n\"...About the last meeting, you...\"\n\"You can handle these tedious matters yourself.\"\nThe line went dead.\nAlbedo sighed again, a sound reserved for when she was alone.\nAfter all, she represented Lady Angie, the embodiment of the Grace Imperium's will. Such an undignified display of weakness could not be seen—\n\n\"So, Lady Albedo sighs after all?\"\nStartled, she turned. The white-haired girl behind her had materialized as silently as a cat.\n\"Bastelina...if I recall, your intern duties aren't in this area, are they?\"\n\"Ah! As sharp as ever, Lady Albedo! But surely you haven't memorized everyone's schedule? That would be a bit much.\"\n\"...No. Lady Angie just gave me specific instructions to keep an eye on...you.\"\nShe had nearly slipped into a formal address.\n\nAlbedo had handled countless colleagues, but she was completely at a loss with this quirky \"intern.\"\nWho was she, really? And why did Lady Angie always adopt a strange, hesitant tone when speaking with her?\nHow peculiar...\n\n\"Don't be so tense all the time. Rest when you can. You wouldn't want to make that certain someone worry, would you?\"\nBastelina gave her a light pat on the back, probably because she couldn't reach her shoulder even on her tiptoes.\n\"Remember to step out for fresh air between tasks, won't you, Lady...Albedo?\"\nThe teasing whisper lingered in her ear.",
  "DiscIP.214011.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214011.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214011.3": "Summer Afternoon Rain",
  "DiscIP.214011.4": "\"Another rainy day.\"\n\nDonna had recently made a small discovery: Freesia seems to love the rainy season.\nShe would read by the rain-streaked window, or stare absently at the soft drizzle outside. Whenever Teresa complained about the humidity, she'd look at everyone in confusion and say how pleasant the damp weather felt.\n\"I'm surprised you like rainy days, Freesia.\"\n\"Is it strange?\"\n\"Not strange, just ... different.\" Donna pointed to her unruly short hair. \"The humidity makes my hair frizz up like this—it won't behave, and it's just not a cute look on me.\"\n\"Oh, really?\" The light-haired girl, untroubled by the dampness, turned to her other friend. \"What about you, Teresa? You don't like it either?\"\n\"Um ... I'm not sure.\" She thought for a moment, trying to explain her mixed feelings. \"Water is interesting, and rain is nice, but we can't play outside when it rains.\"\nDonna's hand shot up. \"And we can't go buy snacks!\"\n\"But we're all good with water magic... In theory, couldn't we just freeze the rain so it won't get us wet?\"\n\"Is that even possible?!\"\n\"Let's give it a try!\"\n\nAnd so, the girls decided to experiment.\nFreesia provided the theory.\n\"If you guide all the water around you into one spot, you can create a 'dry zone' and walk right through the rain.\"\nTeresa voiced her reluctance.\n\"My magic isn't that good. Maybe Donna should have a go at it?\"\nDonna summoned the courage.\n\"Huh?! Me?\"\n\nWith everything settled, Donna stood at the doorway and began to channel the raindrops together.\nAt first, the rain condensed smoothly into an orb, hovering in midair as if caught in a bubble. Donna stepped forward, using the sphere of water as an umbrella.\nShe wasn't getting wet.\nTeresa clapped. \"It's actually working! You're amazing, Donna!\"\n\"Of course! I'm Donna of Post Haste! I can do anything!\"\nBefore she could finish, the large sphere of water collapsed, drenching the proud girl from head to toe.\n\"Uh ... haha, that failed...\"\n\"Quick, get inside! Let's get you dried off!\"\n\"Towels! Give me towels!\"\n\n\n\"I guess we still need a sunny day to go out, huh?\"\n\"Shh ... Donna's already fast asleep.\"\nRain pattered softly from the eaves, as if it, too, were waiting for the sky to clear and paint a rainbow.",
  "DiscIP.214012.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214012.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214012.3": "Those with Ambition",
  "DiscIP.214012.4": "United Harvest Headquarters.\nFour hours into the meeting, the cold autumn sun was only just creeping past the pillars to reach the conference room doors.\nClang— Clang—\nThe midday bells rang out, startling a flock of birds into flight and shattering the heavy silence.\n\nThe doors swung open from within.\nEmployees in company uniforms bowed their heads, waiting for the Senator who had presided over the meeting to emerge.\nDarcia, who had been seated at his right, was no exception. She removed her hat and lowered herself into a deep, deferential bow.\nThe old man stopped at the doorway, rapping his cane sharply on the floor.\nDarcia lifted her eyes, her gaze instantly locking onto the brooch on his collar.\nShe had long since burned its design into her memory: a raven of black opal with wings outstretched, its eyes two flawless rubies.\nThe very symbol of his station as a Senator of United Harvest.\n\n\"Darcia. Don't disappoint me.\"\n\"I won't.\"\n\nShortly after the meeting ended.\nDown the hall, a door to an office opened. Inside, Darcia calmly hung her hat on its hook.\nShe tossed the meeting's resolution—a single sheet of paper—onto her desk as a triumphant smile finally broke across her face.\n\n\"It seems you got what you wanted.\"\nA man waiting for her scrambled to pull out her chair, but before he could utter his practiced flattery, Darcia strode past him, plucked a dart from the board on the wall, and sent it flying.\n\"You know this is merely the first step.\"\n\nShe paid the man no mind. Her gaze was fixed on the map of the Nova Continent dominating the far wall.\n\"I will provide the sites, the funding, and the materials you need.\"\n\"You will deliver results. Fast. Before the Senate elections.\"\nThe dart sailed in a perfect arc and pierced the map's lower-left corner, the dead center on Philae, the city of her new appointment.",
  "DiscIP.214013.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214013.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214013.3": "Voyage Blueprint",
  "DiscIP.214013.4": "Where does the sea truly end? What lies beyond the horizon?\nIf we could reach that distant line where the water meets the sky, what wonders would we find?\nThe very thought sends a thrill through you. To sail that far, to conquer the sea... that would be...\n\nThud!\n\"Oww... that hurts...\"\n\"Caught you dozing off again huh?\"\nHorizon rubs her forehead and opens her eyes to find Willow standing over her, clutching a folder.\n\"Ahaha... where were we?\"\n\"Your shipbuilding budget...\"\nLeafia whispers from beside her.\n\"Oh, right, the budget! I saw the proposal. We already secured the crucial power components from the Monolith. All we need is a little bit of funding, and we'll have our ship ready for expedition!\"\nHorizon shoots a hopeful glance at Willow.\n\"What do you think?\"\nWillow scans the file, then looks up at her with a smile.\n\"There is absolutely no precedent for a plan like this. And this blueprint—you drew it yourself, didn't you?\"\n\"Er...\"\n\"Frankly, a ship built from these designs would sink before it even left the harbor.\"\n\"How can you say that? We'll never know unless we try!\"\n\"And what's this 'Voyage Supplies Procurement' list? You're shopping for a trip when we don't even have a ship?\"\n\"We'll have a ship soon enough! We just need the funds and the crew. Besides, we've already got a navigator. We gotta put her skills to use, right, Leafia?\"\n\"Oh... huh? Me?\"\n\"If you went sweet-talk investors with Kinsa, maybe the Trekker Association could actually scrape together enough money for your grand vessel.\"\n\"Really?\"\n\n...Maybe?\nFaced with Horizon's raw, unwavering passion, even Willow feels her own certainty waver.\nThey say a dreamer's eyes hold nothing but freedom and a sea of stars. It looks to be true.\nHorizon's eyes shine, filled with an intense longing for her dream.\nAn idealist's conviction always brings hope, courage, and a bit of luck to a journey where tomorrow is never guaranteed.\n\n\"Alright, I get it. While most of your proposal is irrational, we can discuss the parts that are actually feasible.\"\n\"But isn't the whole thing worth a shot?\"\n\"Keep pouting like that and it'll never pass the Association vote, you know.\"\n\"That's cold—\"\n\"However, if we adjust it like this...\"\n\nEven if we can't set sail now, she thinks, I have to protect this spark of hope until the day we finally can.",
  "DiscIP.214014.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214014.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214014.3": "Sweet Times",
  "DiscIP.214014.4": "\"So much fruit over here! Let me just give a little puff of magic and bring them down.\"\n\"I'll catch... Whoa, my basket's full already! Hehe, we're going to eat so well.\"\n\"I-I'm stuck...\"\n\"Fuyuka, hold still! Don't move too much, you'll break the branch...\"\n(Whimpers)\n\"It's okay, just jump. I've got you.\"\n\nListening to her friends chattering, a quiet smile graced Nazuna's lips.\n\"You keep picking. I'm just gonna rest over here for a bit.\"\n\"Besides, filling my stomach is its own kind of rest...\"\nHer eyes fixed on a plump fruit. She couldn't help but swallow as her hand slowly reached out.\n\nNazuna took a huge bite, the sweet juice from the soft pulp bursting over her tongue.\n\"Wow, so sweet!\"\nHer eyes crinkled with delight as she swung her legs, her heart feeling lighter by the second.\n\"Here, you have a bite too.\"\nNazuna set the fruit in the small basket beside her, next to the plushie she always kept close.\n\"Hehe, what do you think? Sweet, right?\"\n\n\"Hey, Nazuna! You're eating already?\"\n\"Well, if someone's picking, someone's gotta eat, right? We can't let good fruit go to waste.\"\n\"I can't believe that's your excuse...\"\n\"Alright, alright, no fighting. We've picked more than enough, so we can leave some for any Trekkers who pass by. C'mon, everyone, get down from the trees so we can eat together!\"\n\nIt was an ordinary day.\nA season for harvest, a season for friendship.\nBut sweeter than the fruit was the quality time spent with friends.",
  "DiscIP.214015.1": "Main Melody",
  "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": "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",
  "DiscIP.214017.4": "\"Wow, it's so pretty... Is this a firework?\"\n\"Yes. Hold it like this, and you can watch it burn with all its might.\"\nFilled with curiosity, the girl carefully lit the gift.\n\nThe moment it ignited, a sputtering flame flickered to life at its tip.\nIt was a nascent power, like a flower bud just before it blooms.\n\nWith a pop and a crackle, the sparks flared brilliantly.\nThe burst of light was like a windflower in spring, or a novice fearlessly pressing onward toward their dream.\n\nSparks began to shoot and cascade, their bright yellow melting into orange, then scarlet.\nThis shower of sparks was like the prime of every Trekker's journey, as stern and full as pine needles in autumn.\n\nThe sparks slowly dimmed and vanished into the darkness. The light lost its upward force, scattering and withering until only faint embers lingered in the smoke, then disappeared without a trace.\nIt reminded the girl of an autumn chrysanthemum.\nAfter the most beautiful colors fade, all that remains is to wither. But the petals that fall to the earth nourish the next life.\n\nIgnition, bloom, brilliance, and decay—in the space of a single breath, the firework raced through its intense life cycle.\nBecause life is fleeting, it must burn desperately to leave something behind.\nA Trekker's life is a grand adventure just like that.\n\nHer silky hair streamed in the breeze, shimmering in the light. Each firework that blossomed at her fingertips seemed to set the night sky ablaze.\nIn the distance, the Monolith stood watch, joining the fireworks to light up a small world of two.\nOne after another...\nWith a smile on her face, she would let out a small cheer now and then before falling quiet again, watching the sparks ignite and die, over and over.\n\nAs the last sparkler burned out, the girl reluctantly rose to her feet.\n\"Was that good?\"\n\"Yes. Thank you, Master...\"\nA shy smile touched her lips.\n\"You're welcome.\"\n\n\"When we get the chance, we should set off fireworks with everyone.\"\n\"R-Really...?\"\nThe girl clenched her fists, her eyes shining with hope.\n\"Of course. We can even find bigger ones that last longer and burst into different shapes in the sky. But for now, let's focus on the adventure right in front of us.\"\n\"Yes, Master!\"",
  "DiscIP.214018.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214018.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214018.3": "Lemon & Black Tea",
  "DiscIP.214018.4": "Firenze arrived early.\nShe was perhaps a little too early. As she waited, condensation had already misted over her glass.\nFirenze wasn't in a hurry, though. She studied a small potted plant on the table, its leaves thriving—a stark contrast to the ones on her desk that she periodically killed off.\nFor a company executive whose time was measured in millions of Dorra, staring into space like this was an utter waste.\n\n\"Been waiting long?\"\nThe woman she was waiting for finally slid into the seat across from her. Nyx looked like she'd been ravaged by work for three days straight.\n\n\"Mhm. So long the flowers have withered.\"\n\"It can't be that bad. I was ... what, three minutes late?\"\n\"Two minutes and forty-six seconds, to be precise. Still, I'm pleasantly surprised. I expected the queen of tardiness to show up twenty minutes later.\"\nNyx, the Queen of Tardiness herself, gauged the accusation in Firenze's tone. Finding no real sting behind the words, she took the offered menu without a hint of guilt.\n\n\"Take your time. Drink first? Tea, or lemon juice like me?\"\n\"Lemon juice... Your palate for commoner tastes has certainly expanded since our academy days.\"\n\"I heard a lot of Trekkers drink it to stay sharp. I tried it once, and that sour kick is surprisingly effective.\"\n\"I'll have tea, thank you.\"\nNyx immediately flagged down a server for a tea. A steaming cup was delivered to their table moments later.\n\n\"The review meeting is next week. Did you ask me here to go over my report beforehand?\"\nOnce all the desserts were served, they finally got down to business.\n\"I've always had faith in your reports. It's those old foxes at United Harvest I'm worried about. They'll attack you on the details, hoping you'll stumble into one of their traps.\"\n\"My, my. Sounds like they're still circling.\"\n\"This is a rare opportunity. And going forward ... we face them together.\"\n\n\"After what happened, I never thought I'd get another invitation from you.\"\nNyx confessed with a sigh. By unspoken agreement, they changed the subject—but that is another story.",
  "DiscIP.214019.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214019.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214019.3": "One Shot, One Down",
  "DiscIP.214019.4": "The day had arrived.\nChaton carefully wiped down the pistol in her hands.\nIt was sleek and light. If she listened closely, she could hear the faint rattle of its inner workings.\nNormally, no one in the White Cat Squad would trust their life to such a shoddy piece of gear.\nThis time, however, Chaton considered it her ace in the hole.\nIt was, after all, just a toy for her upcoming shooting game against Kasimira.\n\n\"Perfect. A nice, smooth draw.\"\nSatisfied, Chaton raised the gun and aimed at the heart on the arcade screen.\nAll that was left was to pick the perfect line for the occasion from her mental copy of the Divine Cat Declaration of War.\n\"The crimson moon hangs high, the gates of blood swing open, and the defeated shall be cast into an abyss of curses—\"\n\"Let this one shot decide it all, Kasim—Gah!\"\nBefore she could finish, the heart on the screen lit up—a direct hit.\nThe point hadn't gone to the monologuing Chaton, but to the other contestant standing right behind her.\n\"You take so long to wind up. An opponent will take that opening every time, Chaton.\"\n\"But when I'm here, I can cover for you, just like that.\"\nThat was Kasimira, Chaton's captain.\n\n\"But we're opponents right now,\" Chaton shot back, slamming the machine's reset button. \"That one didn't count. Let's go again.\"\n\"Play as many times as you want. I'm still gonna win.\"\n\"That's not what my cat-fortune said! She ate the food I gave her, so ... victory will be mine!\"\n\"So that's why you challenged me today.\" Kasimira grabbed the other light gun, adjusted her stance, and gave Chaton a nod to begin.\n\nThe first round.\nThe second.\n...\nAll the way to the thirty-seventh.\nThe score was thirteen to fourteen. Just one more point and Chaton would finally claim her first victory.\nOne more point ... Chaton's breath hitched.\nDamn it, my trigger finger slipped! My form is off.\nBang! A bright red X flashed over the heart. The score didn't change.\n\n\"You hesitated at the last second, Chaton.\"\nFifteen to fourteen. Kasimira had won again. \"Too bad. You were only one shot away.\"\n\"You almost got me. Not bad at all.\"\n\n\"So close! I'm so hyped right now! I'm on a roll! Again! One more round!\"\nKasimira ruffled Chaton's hair, reining in her frantic energy.\n\"Easy now. That's enough for today. It's time to get ready for our next commission.\"",
  "DiscIP.214020.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214020.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214020.3": "Sparkling Moment",
  "DiscIP.214020.4": "\"Starting today, I'm keeping the Post Haste Chronicles!\"\nDonna opens a brand-new notebook and carefully smooths the first page.\n\"Chronicles...? What's that?\" Teresa asks, peeking over her shoulder.\n\"You know, for writing down all the big things that happen at Post Haste. Like, 'Landed a huge job, bought a new bike,' or somethin'.\"\n\"That's a good idea. What brought this on?\" Freesia asks, her curiosity piqued.\n\"I was delivering a letter to the corner bookstore yesterday, and the owner insisted I take this. Said it was a new model and we could use it for our ledgers.\" Donna hands the notebook to Freesia. \"Look, isn't it pretty?\"\n\"It is. The paper's so smooth, and the cover's ornate.\"\n\"Exactly! It's too nice for just bookkeeping. It's gotta be for something more meaningful.\"\nBrimming with confidence, Donna picked up her pen and wrote \"Property of Post Haste\" on the title page.\n\"I can't wait to see what our first big event will be!\"\n\nDay 1: Nothing happened.\nDay 2: Nothing happened.\nDay 3: Still nothing happened.\n\nBy afternoon, Donna sits at her desk, racking her brain—her initial excitement has dwindled.\n\"Teresa, Freesia, are you sure nothing special's happened these past few days?\"\n\"I saw a super big rabbit when I was on a delivery yesterday!\"\n\"I found an old coin, but I couldn't find the owner, so I put it back.\"\n\"No, no, think harder!\"\n\"I ... I tripped yesterday and almost hit my head...\"\n\"I ... ran into Kui on my way back from delivering papers and played hopscotch with her.\"\n\"... You two!\" Donna's head throbs in pain. \"Teresa, no wonder you were limping last night! And you told me you were just waddling like a duck.\"\n\"And you, Freesia! You were gone so long I was worried you'd gotten into trouble.\"\nSeeing them both hanging their heads apologetically, Donna's frustration melts away. \"Never mind. I guess there really isn't anything to write about.\"\n\"You can write about anything, you know. Even the little things,\" Freesia says, motioning for Teresa to join them. They settle on either side of Donna. \"As long as you write it down, when you look back on it, you'll remember how you felt.\"\n\"Like how passing a bakery reminds me of the taste of a cake I once had?\" Teresa yawns, stretching her arms across the table. \"We haven't had cake in forever...\"\n\nAs the afternoon sun fills the room, Donna snaps the notebook shut, her mind made up.\n\"Let's go. We're getting cake. And when we're back, I'll write it all down—that'll be our very own, one-of-a-kind big event!\"\n\"The color, the shape, the taste... There's so much to write about.\"\n\"Great! I'll go pump up the bike tires. We can check on Auntie Helen on the way.\"\n\"Hooray! I want a cherry cake!\"\n\nThe door clicks shut. On the desk, the notebook gleams.",
  "DiscIP.214021.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214021.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214021.3": "United by Fate",
  "DiscIP.214021.4": "Wandering birds breed in the north, then fly south for the winter.\nThe freezing north is a struggle. The warm south, a comfort.\nBut even birds of a feather do not all take the same path.\n\nThose born in the north chase the warmth south.\nThose born in the south flee the heat for the north.\nThe northern birds think they've found a warm paradise, but in truth, they've never left the world they know.\nIn the heart of winter or summer, the two flocks will likely never meet.\nYet in the fleeting seasons of spring and autumn, their separate journeys converge.\n\nA bond can connect you, but it cannot bind your fates together.\nWhen lives are so different, why cherish a meeting destined to end?\nHad nothing happened, had you never met, you would have remained passers-by in each other's life.\n\n\"Do you really believe that?\"\n\nThe voice cut through time and space, echoing in the silent night.\nExhausted from their game, Nazuka lay back in the meadow, watching a giddy Nazuna chase a shrieking Fuyuka with handfuls of water. Nearby, Kaede sat hugging her knees, a fond smile on her face.\n\"It's not often we get to just mess around like this, is it?\"\n\"Yeah. There's always some commission... It feels good to unwind.\"\n\"So, you still haven't answered my question. Do you really believe all that, Nazuka?\"\n\"I...\" She paused. \"What I think ... doesn't matter anymore.\"\n\nUnder the stars, the wandering birds rested by the lake. A subtle bond held them together, yet each carried their own unspoken burdens.\n\n\"Sooner or later, we'll all go our separate ways. I just hope we each get to live out our dreams. I think that would be enough.\"\nAfter a long silence, Kaede gently stroked Nazuka's hair and sighed.\n\"Is that really enough?\"\nJust then, a triumphant Nazuna marched over, dragging a soaked Fuyuka with her.\n\"Hey, this isn't over! Nobody stops playing splash war with me until I say so!\"\nShe and Kaede shared a look.\n\"Nazuna, have you forgotten? I know magic.\"\n\"Whaaa?! Hey, no cheating! Kaede, do something about her!\"\n\"Hehe...\"\n\nWhether from north or south, every wandering bird feels the boundless freedom and deep loneliness of the long journey.\nThey soar over the vast land, watching the world glitter and fade below. Dawn's first light and dusk's last glow take turns bathing their wings.\nBeneath the endless sky, their lives seem at once so small and yet so magnificent.\n\nBut the day of parting always comes.\nThe wandering birds fly on, each to their own path, carrying memories of the past and hopes for the future into every new season.",
  "DiscIP.214022.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214022.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214022.3": "The Meow",
  "DiscIP.214022.4": "It's been days since Amber last visited the black kitten.\nStretched out on the rooftop, watching clouds drift by, basking in sunlight, the kitten begins to feel a bit bored.\n\"Meow—\"\nIt leaps down from the roof and strolls toward the Trekker Camp.\n\n...\n\nIn the Lucky Oasis, the New Star Guild huddles around a projector, exchanging puzzled looks.\nA newly wish-granted Artifact lying dormant? That's new.\n\"Have we run out of Grace?\"\n\"Can't be. We just charged the Soul Stone before leaving, and ... we've skipped several fights. Should have plenty left.\"\n\nMoments later.\n\"I've heard repairs cost an arm and a leg in the Cities ... wanna give it one more shot?\"\n\"How?\"\n\"According to 'Guide To Living In Emor,' faulty artifacts just need a good whack at the two-thirds mark from the top...\"\n\n\"BANG!\"\nThe screen stutters to life, displaying a psychedelic disc pattern.\n\"Did ... that actually work?\"\nNoya stays frozen in place, hand still hovering above the projector, looking questioningly at the others.\n\"Since the projector works now ... does this mean commission complete?\"\n\n\"Even though it's a bit late to turn this in now...\"\n\"So what now?\"\n\"Maybe test the projector first... Wait, was this film reel here before?\"\n\nUnderneath the projector lies a mysterious film reel—its packaging worn, its lettering faded beyond recognition.\n\"Drinks coming right up!\"\n\"I'm on snack duty!\"\nLeft alone, Amber eyes the odd reel with suspicion but finally feeds it into the projector.\n\n...\n\nThe setting sun withdraws its light from the land as darkness creeps in.\nThe black kitten observes the silhouette of the campsite ahead, catching a familiar scent in the air that confirms Amber's presence.\nPaws silent, steps light, it moves toward the scent.\n\n...\n\n\"Ugh, this film sucks. What's even going on?\"\n\"Hey ... guys? Mind me squeezing in? I'm feeling chilly all of a sudden.\"\n\"Sure... Hold on. Why's the screen glitching again?\"\nDarkness has claimed the night, and the RV is dim, broken only by the projector's ghostly light.\nThe film's not just boring... It's strange and eerie. The screen stutters with distorted static, tangled in monochrome noise.\nNo score, only the faint whisper of wind.\nThe reel's label is illegible now, discouraging them from seeking further information.\n\n...\n\n\"Scrrtch—\"\nThe black kitten attempts to push open the door of the Oasis, but finds it unbudging.\nSo it sets out to explore other possible entries.\n\n...\n\nJust as the black kitten vanishes into the shadows, Noya flings the door open.\n\"No one's out there! Iris, are you sure you're not hearing things?\" She shouts to her companions glued to the screen.\n\n...\n\n\"Achoo! Strange... Something's not quite right.\"\nNoya sneezes and worms her way deeper into the couch.\n\n\"Hey, easy there! You're going to spill the popcorn!\"\nIris protests half-heartedly, scooting closer to the other two herself.\n\n\"Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.\"\nA sound echoes from above their heads.\n\n\"I swear I can hear footsteps up there...\"\nAmber mutters, wrapping an arm around Noya. Something feels off, but she can't pinpoint what.\n\n\"I heard them too.\"\n\"Should we check outside again?\"\n\"Guys ... look at the well on the screen... Something's ... something's barging out!\"\n\n...\n\nFinally, the black kitten finds its way in—through the half-open sunroof.\nIt stretches gracefully before sliding through the opening.\nIts landing perfectly timed with the film's most terrifying moment, directly before the trio...\n\n\"AHHHHHHH!\"\n\"MEOWWWWW!\"\n\nTheir combined screams shatter the night's peaceful silence.",
  "DiscIP.214023.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214023.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214023.3": "Colors Pierce the Grey",
  "DiscIP.214023.4": "Lately ... her skateboard's bearings feel rusty, the wheels turning with an unpleasant drag.\nHer baseball bat no longer feels like an extension of her arm, its swing producing a dull thud like shaking out an old sack.\nMinova feels weary, but she can't figure out why.\nIs school getting tougher?\nHardly. She's still confident about securing the Platinum Academy scholarship.\nIs Ashwind in trouble?\nBut it hasn't fought rival gangs in ages—\ntheir days are spent playing the same old cat-and-mouse game with the Imperial Knight.\nNow that she thinks about it, Minova realizes she hasn't seen Neuvira or Vollara around.\nNo troubles are in sight and studies are well in hand, yet exhaustion clings to her like a shadow.\nSomehow, the daily grind has lost its charm.\n\n\"You really think this'll cheer up the cap?\"\n\"Come on, she's barely older than us. Bet deep down, she must want to have some fun too.\"\nNeuvira and Vollara return to the clan, carrying a crate of fresh spray cans.\n\n\"Time for some fun, cap!\"\n\"I dunno...\"\n\"No excuses! Check this out...\"\n\"Psshh—\"\nA vibrant red blooms before Minova.\n\"Sun's out, fun's out.\"\n\nYielding to their persistence, Minova finds herself at the docks she hasn't visited in ages.\nThe realization hits her—when was the last time she properly enjoyed the fresh air out here?\n\"Heads up, cap!\"\nInstinctively, Minova swings her bat. Syougi Ketsu feels alive in her hands again. As the ball soars,\nsomething inside her just clicks back into place.\n\nThe crisp sound of the hit draws the attention of the girls mid-spray.\n\"Haven't seen cap grin like that in forever.\"\n\"For real. She's actually acting her age for once!\"\n\"Hey, you've got paint on your face.\"\n\"Whatever. Better than getting roughed up in a fight. So ... decided what to paint?\"\nNeuvira raises her spray can again.\n\"Hmm ... how about a rainbow?\"",
  "DiscIP.214024.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214024.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214024.3": "One, Two, Three, Jump!",
  "DiscIP.214024.4": "\"Treasure Hunting\"—\nThe moment the first Trekker set their sights on the Monolith, seeking Artifacts,\nthis word—once a source of courage and hope—faded from people's lives like the forgotten ruins themselves.\n\n\"Let's go treasure hunting!\"\nIris, who's preparing lunch, paused—though calling it a 'meal' was generous, as it was merely Tawny Nightingale slices—and turns to look at the travel-worn Noya.\n\"Treasure hunting?! You kidding?\"\nNoya explains that though she'd left early that morning, the Association had nothing to offer—all the high-paying jobs had been snatched up.\nBut on her way back, she caught an auction video playing in a store window. There it was, another way to make Dorra: treasure hunting.\nWhile Artifacts may be all the rage, those odd antiques plundered from ruins sometimes can fetch unimaginable prices among high society's novelty seekers.\n\n\"C'mon. There must be some untouched spots near this city!\"\n\"... Fine. I'll trust you this once. But heading out treasure hunting without recon? That's gambling with worse odds than Monolith climbing.\"\nIris lets out a defeated sigh and begins packing their gear.\n\"Hey, where's Amber? The bread's sliced. Should we pack it?\"\nRight then, Amber leaps down from the RV's skylight like a cat, cradling a squirrel.\n\"This little one's lost its way home.\"\n\"Then let's explore the forest depths. A woods that big has got to be hiding something good!\"\nAnd so, the impromptu treasure hunting party sets off toward the forest, their excited chatter filling the air.\n\nHours later.\nThe forest grows impossibly dense, and they begin to fear they'll lose their way if they venture any further.\n\"Should we turn back?\"\n\"Perhaps ... just a bit further?\"\nRight as they're about to surrender to doubt, the squirrel springs from Amber's embrace and vanishes into the dense foliage.\nThe trio exchange quick glances before chasing after it.\nAs they brush aside hanging vines and navigate gnarled roots, an ancient crypt's entrance materializes before them.\n\"An entryway.\"\n\"I'll lead. Amber, cover me. Iris, scout the terrain!\"\n\"Be careful, Noya!\"\n\"Relax! Just some treasure to grab. I'll be right back!\"\n\n\"Squeak—\"\nThe squirrel returns to Amber, chittering its gratitude for her for guiding it home.\nAmber returns the gesture, grateful for the little one's help in discovering the ruins.\nNoya clutches the vines leading down into the unknown, takes a deep breath, and silently counts.\n\"One\"\n\"Two\"\n\"Three\"\n\"JUMP—\"",
  "DiscIP.214026.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214026.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214026.3": "Sword Against Stream",
  "DiscIP.214026.4": "\"Am I permitted to depart now?\"\n\"Not yet, Chitose.\"\n\"Understood.\"\n\nA peaceful pond lies beneath a modest waterfall that tumbles down from the rocky walls above, its waters flowing endlessly into the distance.\nApart from the manor, this is the place Chitose visits most often—\nfor today, as always, her training focuses on water.\nChitose can't understand it. Her blade can effortlessly cuts through grass, leaves, mud, trees ... even massive rocks.\nBut how does one cut water?\nEvery time her sword touches water, the water simply shape-shift to cater to the blade.\nLift the blade, and droplets climb the tip; dop the blade, and droplets descend in sync.\nHow can one truly cut water?\nHold the blade horizontally in its depths? The water simply wraps around the steel, flowing above and below. It remains whole and free—where each drop is both nothing and everything.\nMaybe create waves instead? The water dances, rolls, and twirls, but unlike stone or earth, it never truly breaks into distinct pieces.\nToo many questions cloud Chitose's mind.\nThere by the flowing stream and still pond, she loses herself in an endless cycle: sword practice, meditation, more practice, deeper contemplation...\nuntil weariness takes hold.\nOn her 200th swing today, Chitose fails to notice the droplets beneath her feet.\n\"—!?\"\nShe loses her footing and tumbles into the pond.\n\nNot wishing to endure the cold and suffocating embrace of the stream a second more, she quickly stands up. The water, thankfully, only reaches her knees. The waterfall crashes down just above where she stands,\nleaving Chitose's once-neat hair in disarray.\n\n\"I see now.\"\nShe remains still as she lets herself feel the rhythmic surge of the water flowing around her.\n\nShe finally discovers why she couldn't grasp it before—she had been too preoccupied with her sword, never properly feeling the water in her hands or on her body.\nNow, she has become one with the flow.\n\nDrawing a deep breath, she raises her sword again.\nThe water's movement around her becomes gentler,\nseparating from her fingers and sword's edge.\n\nThe falling water seems to be tenderly lifted and guided,\nfollowing her sword's movement to trace a circle in the air—\ncould this ... be considered cutting water?\nWhile unsure of the answer, Chitose experiences her first taste of genuine confidence.\n\"Water, what a marvelous thing.\"\n\n\"May I ... finally set forth now?\"\n\"Not yet, Chitose.\"\nA brief pause follows, \"You're still too hasty, Chitose.\"\n\n\"Before you go ... you should at least wring out those clothes and dry yourself properly...\"",
  "DiscIP.214027.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214027.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214027.3": "Mystic Brushstrokes",
  "DiscIP.214027.4": "\"What on earth are you drawing?\"\n\nMore than once have onlookers pointed at Chixia's talismans with skepticism and contempt in their eyes.\nTheir reactions were understandable. The world knows what a talisman should look like: pristine white paper marked with black ink, bearing either scriptures, perfectly rendered guardian beasts, or simple words of blessing. These are what people trust, what they believe in.\nBut Chixia? She walks a different path.\nWhen she wields her brush, no one can predict what follows that first stroke.\nUnrecognizable animals, twisted characters, cryptic symbols, sometimes just pure blackness.\nSuch is her way, different from all others, and the world answers her uniqueness with thorns of judgment.\n\"Will this even work?\"\n\"Is this some kind of joke?\"\n\"Are you trying to fool me!?\"\nChixia remains unmoved by doubts, her brush strokes falling beyond common sense yet within the laws of her own world—a realm visible only to her eyes. That is why no doubt could shake her. She holds absolute faith in her craft.\n\"If it doesn't work, come back to me. I'll refund you by the triple,\"\nshe always says, her face adorned with ink like a calico cat, offering no further explanation.\n\nWith each passing day, more people discover the protective power of her artwork, and her seemingly random doodles prove to be surprisingly trustworthy talismans.\nThe skeptical voices begin to falter, and although some still raise eyebrows at her artistic process, the comments have become more diverse: some offer explanations, others give encouragement, and a few even interpret her oddly-drawn chickens as new spiritual guardians of the Xuan Shi sect.\nWith ink smudges on her face resembling that of a calico cat's patterns, Chixia scribbles across vast sheets of paper. The quarrels of others remain beyond her comprehension—and she wants to keep it that way.\nThe day she earned her title as a Xuan Shi, her master placed this brush in her hands. Three teachings were carved into her memory that day:\nNever belittle your imagination;\nNever chain yourself to mortal conventions;\nNever fear to create.\n\nShe waves her brush in elaborate patterns, finding solace in her talismans as she confronts the supernatural horrors invisible to common folk.\nThis is a battle fought in strokes, by a Xuan Shi alone.",
  "DiscIP.214028.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214028.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214028.3": "Daylight Garden",
  "DiscIP.214028.4": "\"Close your eyes.\"\n\"Steady your breathing.\"\n\"Imagine yourself standing in a room. Feel its warmth, its silence. Here, you're safe from any interruption.\"\n\"Now... what do you see?\"\nThe young girl diligently follows her master's guidance, yet her mind remains completely blank.\nShe can't tell the truth, fearing it would reveal her inadequate progress and lead to punishment.\nAs silence stretches uncomfortably between them, she knows she must say something.\n\"I see... flowers everywhere. I'm in a garden.\"\n\"A garden? What flowers grow there? Are they in full bloom or have they withered?\"\n\"Um...\"\nHer little lie crumbles under such precise questioning. Nanoha keeps her eyes tightly shut, waiting for her master's criticism.\n\"The heart of spiritual training lies in honest self-reflection. Deceiving yourself will lead you nowhere.\"\n\"As part of the Tanikaze, we must face harsh realities. Without the ability to create a mental haven from this world, you'll find the coming days unbearable.\"\n\"This differs from your usual training—take your time with it.\"\nWhile the words' true meaning remains beyond Nanoha's grasp, she notices something surprising—her master's voice carries no hint of reprimand.\n\"But tell me, this 'garden' you spoke of—is it like the one in our courtyard?\"\n\"Yes.\"\nIn her panic, her mind reaches instinctively for that tiny, desolate flower bed. Where sunflowers once reached for the sky, only withered stalks and fragile leaves remain.\nShe often loses herself staring at the dried seeds in the flower heads, imagining how magnificent the sunflowers must have been in full bloom.\n\nAs dusk settles on the following day, Nanoha returns to find the garden soil upturned, the broken sunflowers nowhere to be seen.\nHer heart skips a beat as she hears her master's faint voice coming from behind,\n\"Starting today, you shall take care of the flower bed—watering, tending to seedlings, all of it.\"\nThat summer, she finally sees it—a sea of flowers in full bloom.\nThe once-barren earth is now awash with newborn gold. She has built her own secluded world, soft and steadfast as the soil itself.\n\nYears later, when Nanoha leaves the courtyard, she carefully seals away every fragment of her past.\n\nIt isn't until the organization sends her to care for an injured senior that she steps back into this long-forgotten courtyard of memories.\nThe senior, who once had brief dealings with her master, sighs,\n\"This garden is truly lovely. I visited a handful of times ... back when you were still a little one.\"\n\"I even suggested to your master that the place could use some flowers. And yet, it remains unchanged.\"\nHer breath catches, \"...We grew sunflowers once.\"\n\"That can't be right. Your master said the organization prohibited any changes to the courtyard—it needed to look abandoned. I've been visiting nearly every year, and I've never once seen sunflowers.\"\n\nIn the golden-lit room, Nanoha runs through the possibilities again and again.\nClimbing the Monolith makes one forget.\nBut when did those memories of sunflowers first take root in her mind?\nAre they real? Or fabricated?\nCould they be self-created, nothing but an ethereal dream?\nShe wishes to believe the senior is the one with missing memories, that everything really happened.\nBut as she was taught long ago, she cannot deceive herself. The only person who could prove the truth—who taught her to dig, to plant, to water—has disappeared.\nOnly by finding her can all secrets be revealed.\nShe must find her.\n\nShe rises and steps into the sunlight.\nThe next journey might have no end.",
  "DiscIP.214029.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214029.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214029.3": "The Cat's Treasure",
  "DiscIP.214029.4": "Legend speaks of the Meow God,\nwhose left eye embodies the moon, its glow healing all wounds and ailments;\nwhose right eye embodies the sun, its flames purging all sin and evil spirits.\nJoin the Meow Faith, and under the gaze of the Meow God, their followers shall be blessed.\nAh, of course... Enlightenment comes at a modest fee of 1,000 Dorra... OW—!\n\nThe man, mid-sermon to a group of children, is struck by a paint pellet. The bursting liquid sears his face in fiery pain.\n\"AAAAAGH—IT BURNS! IT BURNS!!\"\nFrantically wiping his face only worsens it, as chili gets into his eyes.\n\"AAAAAH—MY EYES!!\"\nHis flailing draws laughter from the distant shooter.\n\"Hahahaha! Serves you right! No more scamming kids out of their coins.\"\nAnother warning shot lands at the man's feet. \"Or I, the great Chaton, will show no mercy!\"\nSilhouetted against the light, the shooter casts a long, warped shadow over the dusty street of Ash District.\nA timely gust of wind tousles their wild hair and sweeps away the stench of deceit.\n\n\"The great Chaton? Wow... Are you really the legendary Meow God?!\" The children cluster in the shade.\n\"Tsk tsk. The great Chaton is the great Chaton, the Meow God is the Meow God... Though I suppose I can also be a god. HAHAHA!\"\nThe kids take a half-step back from the shooter's manic laughter.\n\"Perhaps we should leave... She seems rather ... peculiar.\"\nThe timid children scamper away first, while the brave one gives the gun barrel a curious poke.\n\"Whoa! I touched the Meow God's weapon!\"\n\"It's called 'Cat Wand: Uncompleted Codex Entry MK I'! Burn that name into your tiny brains, brats! HAHAHA!\"\n\"T-too long... Alright, bye, Meow God!\" The kids' giggles fade into the distance, leaving the alley in silence.\n\n\"Meow...\" The stack of boxes in the corner gives a little abrupt shake, and out comes a soft meow.\nA small furry head, which had squeezed into hiding during all the excitement, cautiously sneaks a peek—\n—only to find itself face-to-face with beautiful blue eyes belonging to this creature far larger than itself.\n\"SCREEE—MEEOOOW!\" One shriek and a mad dash later, all that's left in the corner is our girl.\n\n\"What a scaredy-cat!\" The shooter pouts, swinging her \"Cat Wand\" onto her back.\n\"That 'Meow God' nonsense has potential though... Since Kasimira's avoiding me, maybe I'll hunt this one instead, teehee.\nLet's see whose fire burns brighter—the flames in its right eye ... or my bullets~\"",
  "DiscIP.214030.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214030.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214030.3": "A Moment in the Afternoon",
  "DiscIP.214030.4": "It's a regular afternoon... the sun's shining, the trees are dancing in the soft breeze—just a peaceful day like any other.\nAs usual, Willow is buried in piles of work at her desk. Today, though, while her pen never stops, her mind wanders as she looks at the cold tea on her desk.\nShe has a feeling that someone is about to visit.\nRight on cue, cicadas begin buzzing outside, mixed with some strange noises. A shadow suddenly appears at the open window, and a voice reaches her ears before the speaker comes into view.\n\"Hello there, Lady Willow. What are you up to today?\"\nWillow meets Laru's gaze—the girl who just climbed through her window—and offers a practiced smile,\n\"Just work. Like always, Lady Laru.\"\nSunlight halos the girl skipping her work as she waves a bag of pastries with a cheerful smile.\n\"I brought tea snacks! Break time.\"\n\nWillow loves to tease that if Laru ever comes through the main door, it would mean either she's caused some monumental trouble, or there's been a complete breakdown between the Trekker Association and the Grace Imperium.\nLaru never fails to protest with mock solemnity.\n\"Hello? I'm skipping work here! What kind of slacker would waltz through the main entrance? That's asking to be caught! And isn't all this sneaking around what makes playing hooky so much fun?\"\nWillow can only respond with an indulgent smile, masking a tiny trace of envy at such carefree behavior.\nIn return for the consistent afternoon tea deliveries, the window in Willow's office remains faithfully open for Laru, come rain or shine.\n\n\"So, what's the french fry flavor of the day?\"\nWillow puts her pen aside and tidies up the desk scattered with documents, creating space for their teatime ritual.\nWith a slight pout, Laru starts laying out the treats one by one.\n\"Didn't you say you were tired of fries last time? There's this new bakery that just opened around the corner, so I brought some donuts and bread instead.\"\n\"Oh my, you actually remember what I said?\"\nShe stretches, ready to move about.\n\"Let me fetch some water then—what kind of tea would Lady Laru prefer today?\"\n\"Mmm... I'm in the mood for something that tastes like afternoon sunshine, hehe.\"",
  "DiscIP.214031.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214031.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214031.3": "The Clash of Blade and Axe",
  "DiscIP.214031.4": "She meets her for the first time on just another rainy afternoon.\nChitose goes through her morning routine—smoothing out the futon, rolling it tight, lining up her three beloved katanas with ceremonial precision.\nHer self-training journey follows no set path; as she wanders freely each day, for a blade cannot be honed on but a single stone.\nThis time though, she stays longer than usual, tempted by the delicious onigiris from the shop below her lodgings.\nYet now, the time has come for her departure.\n\nShe lifts her travel pack and pushes open the door, only to hear angry shouts erupting from below,\n\"There's something wrong with your onigiris! My stomach's hurting. You'll pay for this!\"\n\"Explain yourself, or I'm not leaving!\"\nA crowd gathers before the shop, buzzing with excitement like flies drawn to carrion.\nSuch sights make Chitose's blood boil.\nIf she were stronger, she could expose these demons hiding behind human faces and become the sword of justice itself.\nBut today, it seems her farewell onigiri will remain a wish ungranted.\n\n\"Please calm down. Shouting like this won't get us anywhere. Why don't you tell me what's really going on?\"\nChitose watches from upstairs as a girl with blue hair and black robes catches everyone's attention. The crowd parts like flowing water, all eyes suspicious of this uninvited stranger.\n\"That uniform... She's an advocate?\"\"The shop owner's screwed. They're going to pay dearly for this.\"\nChitose realizes this isn't a title that commands respect. An advocate ... but who does she advocate for?\n\"... Right, got it.\"\n\"You purchased a few onigiris three days ago and felt unwell after eating them last night.\"\n\"May I ask if you took any preservation measures after bringing them home?\"\nHer logic cuts through the argument like a finely honed sword.\n\"Given the recent heat, food left at room temperature easily spoils. To be precise, you cannot definitively prove the shop is at fault. Maybe just be more careful next time.\"\n\nThe crowd scatters as rain begins to fall. Still leaning against the railing, Chitose feels electric anticipation coursing through her: a desire to test her mettle against this advocate.\nDeep within, she knows that crossing swords with this one would hone her own edge.\nYet the other bears no arms, and for a \"blade\" to challenge such would be both unjust and uncouth.\nAs she suppresses the urge to issue a challenge, the advocate seems to sense her presence, lifting her gaze to meet Chitose's directly.\nEven through the curtain of rain, those crimson eyes burn like a freshly tempered katana—fierce and ardent.\n\n\nTwo years later, Chitose's journey of self-training reaches a temporary pause.\nShe settles in an abandoned waystation, rarely visited by people, and names it \"Amekiku.\"\nThis morning, as she senses the coming rain in the air, she ponders ways to welcome wandering Trekkers.\nAs predicted, the afternoon unleashes a tempest. Howling winds and stinging debris threaten to tear the roof off.\nThrough the gloom, a figure struggles against the wind and rain.\n\"Might you seek shelter beneath this humble roof?\"\nWielding her slender tachi, Chitose performs her distinctive welcome ritual, one that typically sends visitors fleeing in terror.\nYet this time, a battle-axe clashes against her blade with a deafening shriek.\n\"I'll have to pass. My journey awaits. Thank you for the gesture.\"\nIn the gleaming reflection of crossed blades, a pair of crimson eyes stares back.\nEcstasy courses through her veins as she tightens her grip, instantly entering the state of Psyche. This encounter shall mend previous regrets.\n\nPerhaps after their clash, her guest will accept her hospitality at the pavilion and taste one of her carefully crafted onigiris.",
  "DiscIP.214032.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214032.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214032.3": "Dream Factory of ☆Truth",
  "DiscIP.214032.4": "\"Open up—!\"\n\"Coming!\"\nMistique bursts through the doorway before Ophir even has a chance to make way.\n\"Close it—!\"\n\"Done— Hold on, Misti! Since when did I become your personal doorkeeper?\"\n\nThis is a hidden workshop where witches secretly craft the most explosive news—the most dreaded, unfiltered, and spicy source of the juiciest scandals about Nova's major companies, corrupt officials of city guilds, decadent priests of the Grace Imperium, and flashy gang bosses!\nThe age of Scarlet Sights Media's reporting has long since passed!\nIt's common knowledge that those cheap papers are just ad-filled mouthpieces for their wealthy backers!\n\n\"Honestly, they should stop cramming news between ads and sponsored content. It's so awkward!\"\n\"My, Misti, your criticism is as sharp as ever!\" Ophir says with a warm smile, serving tea to her breathless visitor. \"Don't tell me you got rejected again?\"\nMistique tosses a stack of manuscripts at Ophir with visible frustration.\n\"See? I told you it was all for nothing—\"\n\"Is this ... what you mentioned last week...?\"\n\"At their mere word—snap! Two weeks of undercover work, a whole afternoon in the library, all-night writing, plus a dozen photos—all wasted!\"\n\"Aww, poor Misti!\"\n\"Stop patting my head! Aren't you mad about being pushed around like this too?\"\n\"I'm just an anchor, dear. I only read from the script!\"\n\"That's why I envy you! All you need is a pretty face, a nice voice, and the confidence to hold a microphone!\"\n\"Hehe, Misti, you really have it rough. That's why I'm here to be your doorkeeper!\"\n\nMistique is still technically \"licensed,\" but the higher-ups at Scarlet Sights Media have her on their watch list—triple-checking every story she files. They couldn't care less about angry employees, but sponsors? It's a different story entirely. That's just how things work, not just at Scarlet Sights Media, but throughout all of Flavio.\nThus, she comes up with her own idea for distributing news—a shabby little office, boldly named the \"Dream Factory of Truth.\"\n\n\"But, Misti ... you realize you'll be writing everything yourself, right?\"\n\"I'm aware!\"\n\"And take all the photos yourself, gather all the research materials on your own.\"\n\"Fully aware!\"\n\"Even find your own paper and ink?\"\n\"Of course I know all that!\"\n\"But seriously, Misti—\"\nOphir leans in close to Mistique, who's frantically sorting through manuscript papers.\n\"What's the point of doing all this?\"\n\nMistique halts her movements, her upward gaze filled with both reproach and doubt.\n\"But I'm a witch, aren't I?! If I lack even this much determination—\"\n\"No profit, a bounty on your head, and furthermore...\"\n\nThe one posing the question draws her lovely face nearer to the witch, her gaze intense and direct.\n\"Perhaps no one will ever know it was you. No one will thank you for it. Do you understand that?\"\n\"Ugh—\"\nUncertainty flickers through the witch's eyes.\n\"... Perhaps I ... haven't thought this through...\"\n\n\"Oh dear.\" Ophir takes a step back, shaking her head, \"Such weak determination just won't cut it, my dear Misti.\"\n\n\"Well then, care to share why you dragged me all this way? Surely you need me to be more than just a doorkeeper?\"\nWith that, she rolls up the sleeves of her elegant shirt,\n\"Time to get to work. Today's truths won't process themselves!\"",
  "DiscIP.214033.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214033.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214033.3": "Dancing with the Bones",
  "DiscIP.214033.4": "An intriguing patient visits the clinic today.\nCoronis pulls out her medical records, marking a peculiar symbol in the name column.\n\"An Inquisitor from the Grace Imperium's ... Dusk Arbiter. Hehe.\"\n\n\"Doctor, I haven't been feeling well lately.\"\nIn the examination room, the patient, dressed in cleric's robes, pants faintly, her face contorted in pain.\n\"My lungs ... no, my heart. It hurts, like a dull ache.\"\nCoronis' nerves twitch as she observes the woman clutching her right chest—\nThis blatant lie reveals the \"patient\" has hidden intentions.\n\n\"Doctor, why stare at my right arm instead of starting the checkup?\"\nThe patient impatiently jumps to another topic.\n\"Does my armband intrigue you? Tell me, doctor, does this emblem awaken something sentimental in you?\"\n\"Typically, I prescribe silencing potions to chatty patients.\"\nCoronis smiles and picks up a vial that glows purple. In an instant, it appears in the patient's grasp.\n\"Is it bitter? Does it hurt? Only one way to find out.\"\nThe patient's eyes gleam with manic curiosity, her lips curving into the same smile as Coronis.'\n\nThe portion slides down her throat and into her belly, leaving a trail of searing heat in its wake.\nGerie savors the precise measure of pain, her eyes narrowing in pleasure at the soothing sensation.\nShe attempts to speak, but is taken aback by how quickly the portion begins its work.\n\"Eeh ... ugh, mmph—!\" A string of breathy sounds escapes her lips, perhaps even she herself unsure of what she meant to say.\n\"—Mmph!\"\nGerie gives the doctor a thumbs up—she actually wants to say that this works even better than what she uses in the interrogation room, and...\nHow could they let someone this talented ... go so easily?\n\n\"Wham—\" Cast out into the street, Gerie shakes the dust from her robes.\nShe picks up the shovel she had left by the clinic's entrance.\nWhile she only meant to greet this fascinating \"Reaper Doctor\" today, the visit proves unexpectedly rewarding: indeed, Gerie has caught the scent of secrets—\nthe fragrance of one who dances with \"Death.\"",
  "DiscIP.214036.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214036.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214036.3": "The Lost Seeker",
  "DiscIP.214036.4": "\"An angel...? Is it time...?\"\n\"No, dear one. Look closer—these are merely a Seeker's robes. It's only me.\"\n\"Forgive me, sister... Everything's getting so blurry...\"\n\"It's my fault for not listening to the Luminar. I stayed up reading comics, and totally ruined my eyes...\"\nMedical artifacts fill the room with their numbing drone.\nThe girl on the bed stares at the Seeker nearby, her red clothing blazing like a flame against the coffin-white surroundings.\n\n\"That's alright. People actually call me the Reaper.\"\n\"Hehe ... you're lying. The Reaper wouldn't wear Seekers' clothes.\"\nGerie doesn't argue. Her mind drifts to days prior—\n\n\"You'll represent the Grand Sanctum. Spend a few days there—just keep up appearances, show them the gods haven't forsaken them.\"\nThe Elder's tone carried authority. Though aware of Gerie's other identity, here at least, she could rightfully command as a senior.\n\"I'm not refusing, but surely there are others more suited...\"\n\"I'm done debating with those old fossils about who's best for this. Just go.\"\n\"And get changed first. You look like a demon straight from hell, with those stains on your shoes and robes...\"\n\nGerie hastily packed her belongings and departed.\nFor someone who waded through bloodshed daily, this sudden assignment to act as a true Seeker left her disoriented.\nBut the moment she arrived, she was greeted by a scent she knows all too well—that of death.\n\nThe Luminar led Gerie to a backroom sickbed where a frail girl lay.\n\"This orphan was abandoned as an infant and grew up within these walls. She's become a devout believer. But her illness ... after all these years, I fear she's reaching her limit. She won't last much longer... Poor child.\"\n\"... Who ... who's there?\"\n\"Now, now, stay still, dear. The Luminar of the Grand Sanctum has come to see you!\"\n\"I'm not really—\"\n\"Ohhh... Holy Luminar... The gods have answered my prayers... I'm so blessed, so blessed...\"\nGerie froze. Though seasoned in countless battles, nothing had ever thrown her off like this.\n\"... Just call me sis. I'm more like ... a trainee.\"\nAfter a long silence, she forced out a composed greeting.\n\n\"Sis ... it hurts so much...!\"\nThe girl's struggle and the artifact's warning alarm snap Gerie back to reality.\nThough skilled in dealing wounds rather than healing them, she instinctively lets the girl grab onto her arm.\nRed marks slowly rise where nails dig in, almost breaking her skin, as the girl gradually calms down.\n\"Sis ... I'm in so much pain...\"\n\"Pain is proof that we're alive.\"\n\"Sis ... aren't you afraid of pain?\"\n\"... I'm someone who needs to feel pain to survive. So if you're hurting, share some of the pain with me, okay?\"\nAfter a pause, the girl tightens her grip, as if responding to her expectations.\n\"Sis ... do you think of the gods when it hurts...?\"\n\"Sis ... will the gods hear my prayers?\"\n\"Sis ... why must we feel pain to stay alive?\"\n\"Sis ... are you still here...?\"\n\nThe ancient bells echo from afar while black-clad children assemble in the courtyard, their voices rising in sacred song under the Luminar's guidance.\nGerie bends down, her fingers tracing the scars along her arm before she lays white roses before the stone.\n\"This pilgrimage was cruel, but now, your suffering ends.\"\n\"May the God of Grace watch over you...\"\nShe closes her eyes in devotion.\n\"... I will pray for you.\"",
  "DiscIP.214037.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214037.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214037.3": "Claw the Claw",
  "DiscIP.214037.4": "\"Business is booming at this new doll shop, and there's something special about its dolls, or as experts phrase it—\n\"They've gained love and soul from all the careful attention they've received.\" Nazuna says this with a serious face, but everyone else is confused.\n\"So ... you're saying they take really good care of these dolls, right?\" Fuyuka tries to make sense of Nazuna's claim.\n\"Exactly! And look at their accessories—it's like they were custom-made for each doll.\"\nNazuna transforms into an endless fountain of enthusiasm when it comes to dolls.\n\"Everything's just right, nothing feels out of place. You can only get that kind of perfection when there's tons of love involved!\"\nNazuna gulps, then adds hopefully,\n\"... So, if we could just take one home...\"\n\n\"Not happening! We've no space left at home. Besides, didn't we agree before coming here? Window shopping only.\" Kaede cuts off Nazuna's fantasy right there and then.\n\"Yeah, and if she actually gets started...\" Nazuka lets out a sigh, \"This place would be out of business by sunset. Right, Lord of the Prize Claw?\"\nThat's right. This place has a special rule—you can't just buy any doll you want, you've got to try your luck with the claw machine!\n\"Hehe... Perfect chance to show off my skills. Better hope I go easy on them—\"\n\n\"Hey there! Are you really good at the claw machine?\" A child's innocent voice interrupts their conversation.\nFour pairs of eyes land on their unexpected guest.\n\"Ah ... eh?\" Nazuna blinks in confusion.\n\"I heard them call you the 'Lord of the Prize Claw,' so you must be super good, right?\"\n\"Well, that's me...\"\n\"Pretty please, Lord, help me get Mr. Roundy!\"\n\"Wait, what?\"\n\n\"Mr. Roundy\"—no doubt the doll that's stolen this child's heart. He has nearly emptied his piggy bank trying to win it.\n\nPush the button, drop the coin, then \"click—\", \"buzz—,\" \"clunk—.\"\n\"There you go, little one. Promise to keep it safe.\" Nazuna makes it look easy, passing \"Mr. Roundy\" to its eager new owner.\n\"Yay! Thank you so much! You really are the Lord of the Prize Claw!\" The child dances away, hugging his doll.\n\"As expected of Nazuna...\"\n\"... That was impressive.\"\n\"Just warming up today. Let's head back now. We can always return when we're in the mood—\"\n\nJust as they step outside, they notice the child from earlier being confronted by a girl, who seems determined to seize the Mr. Roundy he's carrying.\n\"Let go! Mr. Roundy was a special gift from the Lord of the Prize Claw to me!\" The boy shields the doll with his whole body.\n\"You're the one who needs to let go! How dare you rename my Mr. Puff-Puff!\" The girl tugs back just as fiercely.\n\"It's mine—\"\n\"No, it's mine—\"\n\n\"How should we deal with this?\"\n\"... She's our expert on doll affairs.\" Following Nazuka's gaze, everyone turns to Nazuna.\n\n\"Hmm—! Something's definitely off here!\" Without hesitation, she dashes toward the two. \"Hey, you two! Stop right there!\"\nAfter some chaotic chasing, the three little ones finally calm down.\nTurns out, the girl had lost a doll named Mr. Puff-Puff, and Mr. Puff-Puff looks exactly like Mr. Roundy.\n\"Not just the look... The stitching, the fuzzy spots ... even the tiny stains match up perfectly...\"\nBased on the girl's detailed account, Nazuna confirms that Mr. Roundy is Mr. Puff-Puff and vice versa.\n\"How is this even possible...?!\"\n\n\"It must be the work of Ironclaw the Bandit!\" the girl declares, her voice trembling with anger.\n\"Ironclaw the Bandit?\"\nAccording to the girl, this is an urban legend whispered among the children of the Ash District—a notorious thief who \"steals children's beloved dolls.\"\nCountless dolls have fallen victim to this villain, leaving a trail of heartbroken children who mourns the loss of their precious playmates. The girl before them is clearly one such victim.\n\"Ah, so ... that's what this shop's all about.\"\nThese dolls, each containing \"love and soul,\"—were they all taken from children?\nHow clever, hiding in plain sight all along.\n\"Leave it to me,\" Nazuna announces with burning passion. \"In the name of the Lord of the Prize Claw, I will bring your companions back!\"\n\"Nazuna seems ... really fired up about this,\" Kaede remarks, her expression caught between worry and admiration.\n\"... Leave her to it. We need to ready ourselves for a fight,\" Nazuka says quietly, cleaning her staff.\n\"A fight? Eh? Who are we fighting?\" Fuyuka remains completely oblivious to the situation.\n\nLater, the legend of Ironclaw the Bandit gained an interesting epilogue: A mysterious Lord of the Prize Claw appeared, single-handedly emptying every claw machine in the store, reuniting children with their beloved companions... As for the evil Ironclaw, he was shamefully brought to justice by the Lord of the Prize Claw!\nWhat a truly delightful ending indeed.",
  "DiscIP.214038.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214038.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214038.3": "Ripples of Nostalgia",
  "DiscIP.214038.4": "\"Ugh, It's sooo hot...\"\nShia shifts restlessly on her bed, her hair tangled and damp against her neck and back, unable to find comfort in her afternoon nap.\nSummer after summer, her long hair annoys her, yet she can never part with more than a trim.\nSince sleep eludes her, perhaps a walk would serve better.\nThe moment she pushes the door open, a gush of heated air barges in. The beach feels like one giant frying pan under the sun.\nThis crazy summer heat—there's just no escaping it.\n\n\"Help me! Somebody—!\"\n\"Please! Is anyone there?!\"\nA little girl struggles in the sea, fighting to keep herself from being swallowed by the waves. Her friends panic, frozen in place on the shore.\nWithout a moment's hesitation, Shia kicks off her shoes and dashes toward the water, ignoring the searing heat burning her soles.\nFortunately, the girl isn't far from shore. She's just too small and the sea got too deep for her within a few steps.\n\"Easy now, sweetheart. You're safe with me.\"\nShia scoops up the girl with both hands and quickly brings her ashore. Her companions immediately crowd around.\n\"Lila, are you alright...?\"\n\"We're so sorry. We shouldn't have laughed at you...\"\nShia hears that and frowns, \"What happened?\"\nThe children mumble and avoid eye contact. Swimming rings scattered on the beach suggest they came to play together.\n\"They didn't believe me about my fish friend.\"\nThe quiet little girl suddenly speaks up, her voice laden with grievances, \"I saw this huge fish yesterday while fishing with Mom. It was a gray fish with a big head that kept following us.\"\n\"We made plans to meet today—it even waved its tail to say yes.\"\n\"I wanted to bring everyone here to play with it ... but we waited and waited, and it never showed up.\"\n\"So you went into the water to look for it?\" Shia pieces it together, \"You wanted to prove your friendship with the fish was real, didn't you?\"\n\nAfter appeasing the children, Shia leads them to rest in a shady spot under a tree, keeping them from getting into any more trouble.\n\"... Sis, I want you to have this swimming ring.\"\nAs Shia turns around and meet the little girl's hopeful gaze, memories from deep within stir.\n\nAs a child, she had been certain that she shared a special bond with the fish.\nThe crabs, shells, and starfish ... every sea creature was her companion.\nBack then, unable to swim, she would sit in her swimming ring, drifting with the waves—the long summer days were finally bearable.\n\nAnd so, Shia takes the swimming ring and walks toward the seaside, hand-in-hand with the young girl.",
  "DiscIP.214039.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214039.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214039.3": "Summer Sanctuary",
  "DiscIP.214039.4": "Karin felt a little down.\nAlthough she was in the clear with her grandmother, a new annoyance had emerged.\nA bright sky, a light breeze—today should have been perfect. She ought to be at the beach with Shia, digging for crabs, picking shell fishes, letting Shia take her surfing, then sitting on the sandy beach, eating barbecue as the sun went down...\nBut all that went out of the window. The beach was crawling with way too many people.\nPeople who shouldn't even be here.\n\n\"Wow, that surf board looks awesome! Iris, time to give Loxy a new look!\"\n\"But we don't have the budget for decoration. We have to land a big commission first...\"\n\"Hehe, if Noya's interested, I can teach you the basics of surfing.\"\n\"Really? Yay!\"\n\n\"You are the most popular Trekker of seafaring in Carlo right now, Shia. Could you tell us one of your cool sea stories?\"\n\"Sea stories...?\"\n\"Yeah! The wilder the better—the scarier the better★\"\n\n\"When are they going to leave?!\"\nKarin sulked in the shade while Shia was surrounded by throng of people. She crushed her soda can into a twisted mess.\nHer phone buzzed. A message from Amber.\n\"Why don't you come join us?\"\nKarin froze. A few days ago, out of politeness, she'd exchanged contacts with these people. She had zero intention of socializing with any of them.\nAnd this Amber girl... She hardly ever spoke. Why was she approaching her now? As Karin hesitated, another message appeared:\n\"If you don't speak honestly, how will anyone know what you feel?\"\nKarin shot to her feet and spotted Amber by the drink stand, clearly watching her the whole time.\n\nKarin chose the direct approach. She stormed up to Amber, locked eyes with her and snapped:\n\"Why are you watching me?\"\nShock, confusion, panic—all flickered in Amber's gaze. Then, slowly, her face reddened.\n\"W-what's that supposed to mean...\" Karin grew flustered as well. The sun beat down on her face, and she felt hotter and hotter.\n\n\"Amber, Karin—what are you two chatting about?\"\n\"Eh? Why are your faces so red? They remind me of watermelons!\"\n\"See you later.\" And with that, Amber just bolted.\n\"Hey! What do you mean by that!\"\nBut Karin's demand went unanswered. She stared after Amber, unaware of the \"danger\" closing in behind her.\n\"Ow—my ear! Let go! Now!\"\n\"Yay! I got her ears! Iris, you come try it, too!\"\n\"Noya, maybe this isn't such a good idea...\"\n\"It's a terrible idea! Just what do you think I am?!\"\nKarin fought back, but Noya was far too strong. Out of options, she finally shouted the words she'd been holding back all this time:\n\"Shia—Shia—stop playing with them—\"\n\"Come save meeee!!\"",
  "DiscIP.214040.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214040.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214040.3": "Fist of Courage",
  "DiscIP.214040.4": "In that instant, the girl's mind went blank.\nShe thought she was still searching for an answer, but her body had already instinctively reacted.\n\n\"Hah!\"\nHer fist stirred a gale. The steadfast enemy roared and raged, but was forced to stagger back.\n\nThe great monster had a tenacity that matched its size. A single punch was hardly enough to knock it down.\nLesser monsters kept swarming in, the fallen piling into mounds before her.\n\nThe fight dragged on.\nBut strangely—\nShe didn't feel like she could lose.\nIt was an emotion she was feeling for the first time, one she hesitated to name. It was—\n\n... Trust ... faith ... reliance...\n...And with that, a bit of self-confidence.\n\nSo this is what it feels like to fight as a team... She thought.\nShe had practiced it countless times, but it always felt like something from a dream.\n\nHer heart pounded as sweat beaded on her brow.\nThe crisis was unlike any she had faced, the burden heavier than any she had shouldered.\nAnd yet, she had never felt so free, so at ease, so alive.\nShe threw every punch with all her might, each one a thrilling release.\n\nShe knew where this strength came from.\nFrom the person who gave her this precious chance, from the companions who silently guarded and guided her.\nAnd now, it was her turn to protect them.\nThis thought alone filled her with endless courage.\n\nShe would not lose.\nNot until the hulking enemy collapsed, not until cheers rose behind her, not until sunlight crept through the forest trees to warm her skin...\nShe looked down at her fist, where surging confidence had transformed into solid victory, and clenched it tight.",
  "DiscIP.214041.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214041.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214041.3": "A Gift for the Journey",
  "DiscIP.214041.4": "The storybook from the Monolith described the customs of another continent, where people celebrated a festival commemorating the birth of a deity in the midst of heavy winter snow. On that day, they would eat delicious roast chicken together and open gifts by a warm fireplace—gifts that were delivered by reindeer running across the sky.\nIt sounded pretty similar to Nova's Snowish Festival.\nBut they used reindeer to deliver gifts...\nA week before the Snowish Festival, Laru looked at the sleigh in the warehouse, then remembered the whip Albedo had given her. Suddenly, she had an idea.\n\nEarly in the morning, she headed into the forest and found two reindeer nibbling on moss. With carrots in hand and plenty of coaxing, she managed to lure the big creatures to the area near her home.\nThen she dragged the sleigh out from the warehouse and loaded it with the gifts she had prepared for her friends.\nTo make the sleigh look more fun, she placed a few cute dolls on top as decorations.\nNow all that was left was to have the reindeer pull the sleigh into the sky—\n\nShe vaguely remembered learning a flying spell long ago during an outdoor training class. Holding the whip, she focused on the memory, murmured the incantation, and snapped the whip. Snow mist burst outward, and light danced between the sleigh and the reindeer like fluttering sprites.\nThen the decorative dolls suddenly sprang to life. Startled, the reindeer broke free of the harness. The dolls grabbed the reins instead and took off across the snowfield, dragging the sleigh behind them.\n\nEh? Eh? Eh? This isn't how it's supposed to go!\nBut... But...\nThe magically empowered dolls raced across the snow with the sleigh. Meanwhile, the two reindeer ran beside them wild and free. Laru, who had fallen onto the sleigh, stood up against the bright morning light and suddenly felt that this \"mistake\" wasn't really a problem after all.\n\n\"Then let's go! We'll take these gifts to Willow and give her a huge surprise!\"",
  "DiscIP.214042.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214042.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214042.3": "Wine Warm, Lamps Alight",
  "DiscIP.214042.4": "Every story gets its happy ending.\n\nWith the smuggling case solved, the chaotic mix of Trekkers meets up at the hotpot restaurant, swapping stories of the past year, discussing plans for the year ahead, or just fighting over food.\nAmid the lively chatter, midnight arrives.\n\nHearing the fireworks, the slightly tipsy Coronis steps onto the balcony, wine glass in hand.\nMaybe she just wants to watch the fireworks show. In the night breeze, she suddenly notices that someone's voice is missing from the crowd...\nWhere did you go?\nShe recalls you were just at the table, listening intently as Noya excitedly retold all the recent events.\nAnd then...\nThen—right, she'd joked about testing a new medicine on you, and you'd fled in a hurry...\nOh, right. You went out.\nOf course. The drinks had run out, and you volunteered to buy more, leaving with a long list of orders.\n\nYou should be back by now, right?\nEveryone inside is just chatting while fireworks continue in the distance. Coronis looks down and sees you returning with the drinks. As you look up and meet her gaze, she raises her glass your way with a grin.\n\n\"Happy New Year,\"\nsays Coronis.\nShe isn't sure if you hear it, but she sees you smile and wave back—a moment she thinks she might cherish for a lifetime.",
  "DiscIP.214043.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214043.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214043.3": "The Bud of Change",
  "DiscIP.214043.4": "\"Lady Firenze, the files.\"\nAs the turmoil in Philae finally subsides, the truth of the incident from four years ago was laid bare.\nFirenze took the long-sealed dossier, her fingers brushing over the yellowed pages before freezing on a familiar name.\nGiotto de Feltro.\nFormer Director of R&D at United Harvest. Sentenced to life for abuse of power, bribery, and leaking trade secrets.\n\"Father.\"\n\nFor a fleeting moment, reality blurred. She saw her younger self rushing toward her father on the sofa, only to remember her mother's lessons at the last second and stiffen into a proper lady's pose.\n\"Da... Father, good day. I... I wish to visit your lab today... Would that distract you from your work?\"\n\"Of course not. But we need a plan to hide from Mom. Or I'll be grounded right next to you, writing our family rules over and over...\"\nShe felt his large hand on her head, drawing her into a whispered conspiracy to test the matriarch's patience.\n\nFirenze realized how alien that child's smile felt to her now.\nShe tried to mimic it, but her jaw clenched involuntarily until she tasted the sharp tang of iron.\n\"The truth is finally out...\"\nHer friend sighed. \"Four years, we've waited.\"\n\"Witches from Flavio are swarming for an exclusive with you. How should we handle them?\"\nFirenze didn't hesitate. \"Refuse them. If they want the truth, they shouldn't ask me for the story.\"\n\"Understood. Once the files are organized, we'll pick a few suitable reporters.\"\n\nIs this the outcome Father wanted?\nFirenze looked away, trying to grasp his fading image.\n\"Haha, I'm sure of it. I'll grow that plant. It's going to be revolutionary. By the time you're all grown up, those plants might just be part of our everyday life. Sounds fascinating, huh?\"\n\nAlright then. I shall make it my duty to fulfill that.",
  "DiscIP.214044.1": "Main Melody",
  "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.214045.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214045.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214045.3": "Petals of Blooming Mirage",
  "DiscIP.214045.4": "A mountain breeze rustles through the trees, stirring their branches as they whisper in the quiet.\nThe peace doesn't last, shattered by gruff shouts a moment later.\n\n\"Flank her! Don't let her get away!\"\nMercenaries charge out from the brush, their boots heavy against the damp earth and fallen leaves.\nThey've been hunting her since the foot of the mountain, finally hounding her out of the dense woods and into the open—a vast sea of flowers.\nWildflowers sway like rolling waves in the wind. At the center of the field stands Otoha, watching calmly as the mercenaries close in from all sides.\nThere is nowhere left to run.\n\n\"It's over,\" the lead mercenary pants, his voice cold. \"Hand over what you took, and maybe we can still settle this peacefully.\"\nThe girl says nothing.\nInstead, she looks down at her paper umbrella and begins to fold it with agonizing care, as if adjusting a precious accessory. She doesn't even seem to notice the weapons pointed at her.\n\"Are you even listening?!\"\n\"I hear you,\" she says, finally looking up with the polite tone of a neighborly greeting. \"I appreciate the warning, but...\"\nShe tilts her head, her gaze sweeping over them.\n\"How can you be so sure the 'me' you've been chasing is actually me?\"\nA sudden gust whips through the trees just as she finishes.\nThe flowers dance. Petals are swept into the air, and through the floral storm, the mercenaries catch a glimpse of her faint smile—then freeze in shock.\nBehind the girl who calls herself a \"Goodwind Homecare Representative,\" a row of paper parasols suddenly appears, unfurling one by one.\nIn the blink of an eye, the wind kicks up a blinding cloud of petals. By the time it clears, the center of the field is empty. She is gone, leaving only a single parasol resting quietly among the flowers.",
  "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.214047.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214047.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214047.3": "Delivered by the Breeze",
  "DiscIP.214047.4": "A gentle breeze drifted through the windows of Post Haste, reaching the three girls seated around the table.\nThe tabletop was covered in all kinds of letters, some freshly written, others showing the wear of time. Now that the monster had been dealt with, the backlog of mail could finally be delivered.\nAnd at this very moment, each of the girls held pen and paper, writing down what they wished to say to someone close to their hearts.\n\nTo our most esteemed Boss:\nMay these words find you as though we were face to face... Since your last letter arrived, several days have passed without another.\nIf you do not get in touch soon, us at Post Haste may be forced to employ certain special measures...\n\"Hey, Freesia, what are you writing over there? You look so serious!\"\n\nThe girl reading the letter leaned forward with both hands on the table as she scanned the lines her companion had written, puffing out her cheeks as she did. She bounced up and down to show her displeasure.\n\"But Donna, you are the one who said that if Boss doesn't reply again, we could use the Heartlink.\"\nFreesia looked at her with such earnest sincerity that Donna could only sigh and let the air puff out of her cheeks.\n\"Yes, that is technically our \"best measure\"—but when you write it down like that, it makes Post Haste sound like some evil organization!\"\n\"I see. Then I'll reword it...\"\nFreesia nodded quietly, pulled out a fresh sheet of letter paper, and bent over to start writing again.\nDonna turned her attention to the third girl at the table. Teresa had slumped forward over the desk. Her pen kept tapping the same spot on the paper again, again, and again, leaving a spreading blot of dark ink. Her ink-stained fingers rubbed across it absent-mindedly until the mark had become a large cat paw print. Teresa lifted her eyes to meet Donna's.\n\"Donna, do I have to write one, too?\"\n\"Of course~ If you do, Boss will definitely write back! Or do you not want to?\"\n\"No... It's just... Does it have to follow that format?\"\n\"Oh? Hehehe.\"\nDonna ruffled Teresa's black hair.\n\"You can write it however you like. \"All we need to do is make sure our feelings reach Boss. That's what matters!\"\nTeresa's eyes lit up at once. Then she threw herself into writing her own letter. Donna finally settled back into her chair.\nShe watched as the same focused look appeared on her friends' faces. She knew that every line of handwriting, every little drawing on those pages carried that same seriousness... And along with it, feelings that did not allow themselves to be shown openly but quietly flowed from the heart all the same.\nA paper letter like this weighed almost nothing. Yet sometimes that tiny weight would become the final counterweight needed to snap a knot loose in someone's heart. Being a courier means carrying the responsibility like that.\nWith that thought, Donna took out an envelope and slid her finished letter inside.\nThe wind outside suddenly strengthened and rushed through the window with a low, whistling cry. Yet, the soft scratching of pens on paper drowned it out, and the girls did not notice. Only when the wind suddenly lifted the ends of their hair did they realize what had happened. The pile of letters on the table and the loose sheets beside them shot upward toward the ceiling, scattering across the room.\n\"Ah...\"\n\"Waaah—! The letters are all blew away—!\"\n\"I forgot to close the window. Oops...\"\nDonna tapped her head and stuck out her tongue.\n\"If we're not careful, everyone's heartfelt words might drift off into some corner where we can't find them.\"\n\"Mm-hmm. Which is exactly why this is the job of Courier Trekkers...\"\nDonna slapped the tabletop and sprang to her feet.\n\"Alright everyone, our newest emergency mission is—find every single letter scattered around the office!\"",
  "DiscIP.214048.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214048.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214048.3": "Snowy Night Surprise",
  "DiscIP.214048.4": "\"People give gifts to those they care about on the eve of the Snowish Festival, as a way of expressing their good will...\"\nThat's how the tradition goes. But for Grace Imperium employees, there is no such thing as free time on that day. Everyone is busy preparing for the next day's events, and the gifts to be delivered are stacked in the warehouse like mountains. In all likelihood, their shift would run past midnight; then they'd shuffle home after exchanging exhausted well-wishes, catch a few hours of sleep, then dive straight into the \"Big Battle.\"\n\n\"Even Laru, our queen of slacking, is working overtime? Now there's a sight.\"\nLaru, mid-count, felt a coworker smack her on the back. Her sleepy brain blanked out for a second, and in that second, she promptly forgot the number.\nA moment later, she let out a wail.\n\"No ... no no no!!! I was just about to finish counting and go home!\"\n\nStill, maybe this year's Snowish Festival would turn out a little different?\nEarlier in the day, she'd seen a wooden doll in a shop window, and its face looked somewhat like her own. If she bought it as a gift... Who should it go to?\nWillow? Laru instantly pictured the puzzled look on her face.\nAlbedo? Absolutely not—something this cute would be wasted on a boss who squeezed her dry.\nThe Boss, then? But what if Boss didn't like it?\nLaru couldn't make up her mind, but she ended up going inside the store and buying the doll.\n\nThe Snowish Festival eventually came and went in a busy blur. By the time the midnight bells rang, Laru finally returned home after a long day and saw the neatly wrapped present waiting on her desk—\nMaybe this one was meant for herself.\nAs a Grace Imperium messenger, she had delivered hundreds of gifts today; as the \"Snowish Tree Spirit,\" she'd brought joy to the children. So as Laru, receiving a gift of her own felt more than fair.\nThinking that, she sat down, opened the wrapping, and placed the little doll on her desk.\n\nAnd just like that, another Snowish Festival had passed.\nAs she drifted into the land of dreams, Laru thought she saw the tiny doll hop from her palm and lead her into a new snowy-night adventure.",
  "DiscIP.214049.1": "Instrumental",
  "DiscIP.214049.2": "Original Track",
  "DiscIP.214049.3": "Traces of Starlight",
  "DiscIP.214049.4": "The first step taken—this is the future. Stella's sky unfolds anew.\nLook, the compass in your hand leads you toward the heights of the stars.\n\r\n\nFrom that spark, a light is born, tearing through even the deepest darkness,\nso ring the bell of our beginning—this adventure knows no end.\n\nAcross a thousand light-years, eternally constant, with these feelings held within our hearts.\n\nLet's ascend this uncharted world, unbowed by any coming pain.\nBeyond its veil, a dream awaits;\nwith you, we can cross the boundless plane.\n\nThe night I realized I'm not alone, memories long buried awaken.\nThe destiny once forgotten stirs to life—Memory of Stella Days.\n\nGathering scattered bonds, now that I can bid goodbye to the past.\nI'll cast away all doubt and fear, and push forward beyond the stars.\nLike soft clouds, gently drifting, free.\nAcross a thousand light-years, eternally constant, with these feelings held within our hearts.\n\nIf I'm the one to paint a tomorrow, I'll weave a future, vast and deep.\nAn unyielding heart that never dies, will overcome obstacles countless times.\nOn this long, long journey, I found my ground, a sanctuary I must protect.\nMy spirit soars towards a new era—Memory of Stella Days.\n\nAt the destination lies a hidden past, like a symphony of riddles resonating together.\nThrough every turn, no chain will hold;\nyou stand unbound, transcending all.\nJust the Beginning—with courage held, I'll rediscover love in these hands.\n\nLet's ascend this uncharted world, unbowed by any coming pain.\nBeyond its veil, a dream awaits;\nwith you, we can cross the boundless plane.\n\nThe night I realized I'm not alone, memories long buried awaken.\nThe destiny once forgotten stirs to life—Memory of Stella Days.",
  "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.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": "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.214053.1": "Main Melody",
  "DiscIP.214053.2": "Victory Tune",
  "DiscIP.214053.3": "Joyful Gathering",
  "DiscIP.214053.4": "A crimson sunset washed over Mirage, turning the sky and the endless desert below into a sea of liquid gold.\nOutlaws and mercenaries in this lawless land rarely ended their nights huddled around a lonely campfire or sitting in the dead silence after a firefight. Instead, they washed up in the town's late-night bars.\nSmaller mercenary guilds usually claimed one of these joints as their turf. It was where they geared up, planned their next move, and ultimately raised a glass to celebrate a job well done.\nRunning a bar also brought in a solid stream of cash for the guild. In return, the mercenaries kept the place safe from trouble.\n\nBut before you set foot in any of them, you had to know the ground rules:\n1. No weapons.\n2. No brawling.\n3. Absolutely no dueling.\nOn top of that, you had to watch your step and know who ran what. Stumble into a rival guild's territory by mistake, and you were guaranteed a brutal beatdown.\n\nEvery bar in Mirage had its own draw. Some served great food, while others just had killer vibes, leaving you free to pick your poison.\nBut if you wanted a break from the usual rugged grub—something actually refined—and craved a lively, vibrant atmosphere without the constant threat of a bar fight, Eureka was the place to be.\n\n\"Chaton! Give me back my molten cheese tart right now!\"\n\"No way! The great Chaton took this fair and square! Finders keepers!\"\nThis was practically the soundtrack of the bar.\n\n\"Hey! One each! If you're still hungry, just get Benito to make you one more!\"\n\"I can't! Benito said we're out of cheese! This is the last one!\"\n\"Then you definitely shouldn't be stealing mine! You already hogged all the nachos anyway! And it's your own fault you lost yours—you just had to jump on the table for your little speech, and then you kicked it onto the floor when you jumped down!\"\n\nThanks to a single pastry, the warm, cheerful vibe from just moments ago—and the fragile peace between the two of them—was on the verge of collapsing.\nLike clockwork, someone had to step in and defuse the situation:\n\"Chaton, you can have mine, if you don't mind that I already took a bite.\"\n\"Uhm...\"\n\nBenito's sudden offer put Chaton in a serious bind.\nIf she turned down the tart, she'd be throwing Benito's kindness right back in her face.\nBut if she handed her \"hard-earned\" prize back to Kasimira, it meant admitting defeat. It would mean the great Chaton was forced to surrender her spoils.\n\nShe glanced at a fuming Kasimira, then down at Benito, who was still patiently holding out the tart. Finally, she scanned the rest of her squadmates, who were watching the standoff in total silence.\nDeflated, Chaton obediently took the bitten pastry from Benito's hand.\n\"I don't mind... The great Chaton obviously doesn't mind at all.\"",
  "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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