I can help you transcribe the documents. I used to help the priests copy the scriptures all the time, so I have a lot of experience with this kind of work. Oh, you use photocopiers here? In that case, I'll just guard you.

Shh, keep quiet; don't startle it. An operator who knows insects told me this chrysalis is about to emerge. It feels wonderful, waiting for life to break free. I wonder what color its wings will be. Yes? You think it's turning darker? It can't be…

The high priest gave me this telescope to broaden my perspectives. I would watch tuskbeasts on the prowl, traveling merchants, and even the Minoan cities, yet my thoughts lingered in the temple. Even though it was right beside me, it felt farther than the horizon.

Am I daydreaming? No, I'm feeling the flow of the wind. Doctor, do you believe there are rivers in the sky as well? I do. They're invisible, yet nourishing; the gentle wind is their gift. Hmm, is it... raining? Let's head back, Doctor. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold.

Doctor, Midnight is twisting Spot's neck, and Orchid is pummeling Midnight... They are not fighting? But Sarkaz don't usually form friendships with other races... Is it because of Midnight's charm? Mhmm... Yes? You say he is not a good role model?

When I left the temple, I took it with me and had a master smith craft it into a shield. Special, isn't it? The ancient texts say that sarcophagi are meant to guard the deceased for centuries, so they're always sturdy. I thought, since it would be my final companion anyway, I might as well use it to ward off evil.

Even the slightest contact with my Arts can cause extreme fatigue. You want to use my power to cure your insomnia? I'm afraid I can't do that. If you're having trouble sleeping, I'll burn some incense and chant for you, or join you in quiet contemplation, but my Arts would make you feel even worse. Oh, you were only joking? Phew.

After the rainy season, life flourishes. Every year, when the time comes, I go back to the villages to help drive away unwelcome intruders—wild beasts gnashing their fangs, swarms of sand fleas, and even armed raiders… Think that's scary? Well, many think the Sarkaz are even scarier.

Someone once invited me to become a mercenary for the Lord Ameer, but that's not what I want to do. The river will still flood, conflicts will still rage, and life remains at risk. And I… I don't want to stand on the sidelines. Doctor, I once asked why you chose to save people, and you gave me the same answer.

The sun will set, and people need sleep. We don't need to carry on as the ever-flowing river, it's okay to rest.

I come from Sargon to travel across the land, training along the way. Is it the 'River of Life' that brought us together here? Human Resources tells me you're the most knowledgeable one on this ship. May I learn from you?

This is a very efficient way to train. The next time I return, I hope to record the flow of the river... Doctor, may I ask what is the maximum recording length?

Promotion… I am one step further than I was yesterday.

Thank you. I understand how precious it is to win recognition. But this also means I'm entering even more turbulent waters… I won't back down.

Stride forward, righteously, to ward off disaster.

I shall take up this responsibility.

Some conflicts are irreconcilable, but I will try my best.

I see you dumping filth into the river.

This is the branch to which destiny flows…

I will meet the moment.

Withstand the test.

Solve the mysteries.

Withering longs for flourishing.

Drought sings of abundance.

Feel the sand in your mouth. Taste the unspeakable bitterness.

The River of Life flows unceasing.

Ah… like a miracle.

May they all reach the other side safely.

Perfection is hard to come by. You have done a great job, Doctor.

Failure is an inevitable part of learning. Let's try again.

I'll be careful not to knock anything over.

Please keep your distance…

I haven't finished telling my last story. It won't take too long, three days and nights at most.

Arknights.

During the Wepet Renpet celebration offerings, nearby settlements send emissaries with gifts of fine wine, fresh milk, and seasonal fruits. The priests pour these offerings into the river, giving thanks for the blessings of the past year… Oh, perhaps we should share a drink together, as is tradition? Hehe, happy New Year, Doctor.

Doctor, are you free today? I still have many questions I'd like you to answer.

'The rivers of Sargon are never bound to any one oasis.' This saying is common among our followers. Yet if I could start again, I would still sail here and share a journey with the Rhodes Islanders. Why? Doctor, I think you know better than anyone else.