I understand. Some thoughts lose meaning when expressed with words. It's fine. So long as those thoughts echo in your mind, so long as you still need me, I will be here by your side, and nowhere else.

No more rolling around in the frosting. You're an example to the fairies, the guardian of the garden. I won't clean you scale by scale, or wrap you in silk and put you in the clouds anymore... Of course, you can do anything you like. This may be my own wishful thinking, but I imagine you'd be willing to hear out my suggestions.

The soil on the plains contain all souls' desires. Those thoughts, regrettable yet magnificent, despicable yet delicious. They are your food to enjoy. Are they sweet? Are they Sour? You must've figured out how to share them with me, right?

Singing's not so hard. You only need to let your voice out of your throat. Your desires will shape sound itself, and I will write it into a score. Come, have a try. Sing the way you want. It'll be fun.

Once in the past, you loved to entwine yourself among my fingers. You breathed like a great dragon, but let out only faint squeaks. Just when did it all change...? Now you only hover above my head, looking at me from afar... I want to see you, without having to look up all the time. That's very tiring.

Amidst the sea of impulses and desires, I opened my eyes. You did, too. That's why I'm bringing you with me: to unleash our desires and break these shackles. But it looks like you have other ideas... I'm scolding you? Not at all. This is what makes you different, and I like it.

The fairies swallowed dreams, and so were shaped like those dreams. Plates roll and tumble across the ground; puppets chase one another; seaflowers raise their instruments... Dreams become reality itself. If I were to become a little fairy myself, do you think... the distance between us might lessen?

I found a scale in the nest. Are you starting to shed again? I will sing to you lullabies, take off your gown, and rinse that filth with warm water. Will you... refuse me? I promise you everything... so please, just this once, listen to what I demand.

The fairies are talking amongst themselves. They whisper: the guardian of the garden is lingering in the borderlands, trying to leave the plains. Then go. Go where you like and follow your nature. Bring your dream and my heart with you. Only then, will the you I well-acquainted return to my fingertips.

Sleep soundly. I will be the residual melody in your sweet dreams.

Spread your wings and squall to your heart's content. Everything is permitted in these red plains. Spread your joy and excitement to the fairies. Let them sing and frolic with them. I'll be waiting for you here.

This screen is cold and dull. Why don't we instead relish some fresh, living memories?

There are no tasks or duties here. Our own satisfaction is the greatest reward. Indeed, I'm very satisfied now.

Fighting is the most primal of instincts, and there's no point in resisting it. If you're frightened, I can guide you forward.

I will follow your words, and drift along the currents…

You already have the answer in your mind. Why follow the commands of others?

Watch your shadow. Don't let it be stolen.

Listen. The sound of a banquet.

Flowers wither, and petals dye the land red.

Let instinct stain my name.

Don't send a thread into a knife's edge.

Let me stir it.

This song will never stop, not until the melody is written…

The red velvet of life props up this dead diamond.

The moment you leave, I will take these lost dreams away.

It was your determination that dyed my dress red.

When you trust your instincts, victory is never far off. You use them well.

Fighting isn't complicated. You did well. You may have whatever reward you desire.

You missed them? They must not be important.

Come with me. We will live on, together.

Let the fairies redecorate. We'll come back later.

Hehe…

Look into my eyes, and tell me the first word that comes to mind.

Arknights.

This is a holiday where humans celebrate their calendar cycle starting anew. You should go enjoy yourself. It must be very fun to swim among fireworks. Oh, and remember to save me a spark. I'll plant it in the garden.

Where are you flying off to today?

Your wings have gotten stronger, and your scales are tougher now. I wonder how you'll look once you shed that robe. If only I could bend time to my will, the new, reborn you would be back at my side so much sooner.