nymph's dream ⏳

Huh, that really does take me back. When I was here before, they thought the apocalypse was still far away, and that though it wouldn't happen in our generation, we should stop it for the sake of the future.

During your brief parting, Mamere has been busy studying different painting styles. This, then, is the result of many attempts and iterations and is her greatest pride and joy.

When she met her father once more, years later, she had already taken on the name of the rose,
And she was no longer used to the fancy dresses once foisted on her, but was far more accustomed to the weight of an axe in her hand.

At the moment, it doesn't look like the power sources of those war machines can be used. Their cores are far too dangerous.
I'll get them to seek out other such mysterious machines.

Though the high tower of old no longer graces this land, the flowers remain as fragrant as ever.

A lovely teacup. Perhaps it was once used by people enjoying a leisurely afternoon together.

Mr. Griffin L. Randolph, honorary Narzissenkreuz Ordo member, Level 1. Mr. Randolph comes from a long line of wealthy nobles. His generosity has provided the Ordo's archaeological aspirations with ample financial support.

As the primordial sea returns once more, and as the devourer of all darkens the sky, only he who is whole unto himself may survive.

Huh, this must be what Al means when he says 'A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet!'

...I've been interpreting the data in search of a solution and sharing the results with Rene. There has still been no response, but I can already envision his response with perfect clarity:

Seeing the suspicion in his eyes, she added this on in a huff—
'Hey, I've picked up baking these past few years! The children love it!'

He wasn't always like this. He once had a really good heart, and loved to cry. He would take care of the younger children...

Some, on the other hand, would go against the grain, so that the stories might begin again,
Embarking on a journey beyond normal comprehension in the name of the nymphs.

The heroes of different stories will naturally find different (expedient) holy swords, and they must also face different nemeses.

Some of her logs constantly mention this place called the Narzissenkreuz Institute, and she often talks about 'the children there'...

No obvious symptoms.

In the end, the only thing remaining besides falsehoods and legends was this blue and white epee that once belonged to the Admiral.

'We call this flower a Lumidouce Bell, which in the language of flowers... means hope. Look, the color matches your hair.'

That feather must hold many stories within it, the little adventurers thought to themselves,
And the Vice Director must have witnessed many tales, like an old heroine after her seclusion.

Director Lyris does not know what has happened. She just holds onto Mary-Ann, who herself still clings to life.

Apologies. I believe that you know as well as I do, milady.

At the moment, it doesn't look like the power sources of those war machines can be used. Their cores are far too dangerous.
I'll get them to seek out other such mysterious machines.

We've discovered that Seymour doesn't, in fact, have an 'Annihilation mode.'

Alas, you have not yet left your cocoon. You will return to the void in the end. There is no place for you in the new world.

I see. That's how far it's gone, hmm?

Following that, Lyris's friends made use of the time she had shared with them to thwart Narcissus again and again.
However, the cunning dragon discovered their secret. Like a patient viper, he kept sending his armies to attack, depleting Lyris's time.

Ah, the golden butterfly. As shiny as the sun itself...
Once you have a light like that, everything will... Everything...

Are you really hoping for an answer? Or are you simply probing about my attitude?

Thank you. If it wasn't for you, I might never have made it back.

Huh. Just like in the book Canotila found.
Yeah. That's... really odd...