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X<>M <0C>J(<28><><EFBFBD>b<EFBFBD>5<EFBFBD>Wd<57><64>o<EFBFBD>);<3B>ۘɇY<C987><59>M47<34>~<7E><><EFBFBD>v2r<32><72>+<2B><>8#<23><>6<EFBFBD><36>+<2B>'l<0F>zN<7A>ep<65>G<EFBFBD>*<2A><03><>%<25><>6<EFBFBD><36>Z<EFBFBD>FN<>u<EFBFBD><75><EFBFBD>>M<>QAci<63><69><EFBFBD>[<5B>D}<7D><07>RC<52><43>Ѡ<EFBFBD> vԱ:<3A><03>(<28><>Id ActionId NextActionId Type IsBlock IsEnd BeginAnim EndAnim BeginDelay EndDelay Params[1] Params[2] Params[3] Params[4] Params[5] Params[6] Params[7] Params[8] Params[9] Params[10] Params[11] Params[12] Params[13] Params[14] Params[15] Params[16] Params[17] Params[18] Params[19] Params[20] Params[21] Params[22] Params[23] Params[24] Params[25]
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1 1 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory0.png
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2 2 401 1 73
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3 3 301 DialogEnable The giant, cold machine is still talking.
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4 4 301 —Through me you pass into the city of woe.
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5 5 301 —Through me you pass into eternal pain.
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6 6 301 —Through me among the people lost for aye.
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7 7 301 —"Art" the founder of my fabric mov'd;
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8 8 301 —To rear me was the task of auguries of innocence, prey of cruelty, and primeval love.
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9 9 301 —Before me things create were none, save art eternal, and eternal I endure.
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10 10 301 —Ye who enter here...
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11 11 302 Enough. 12 ... 16
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12 12 501 Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStoryWhiteNew.prefab 2
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13 13 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory528.jpg
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14 14 201 1 500436 1
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15 15 20 301 1 The lines of "Hamlet" are abruptly interrupted as it makes the final speech of the show.
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16 16 501 Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStoryWhiteNew.prefab 2
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17 17 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory528.jpg
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18 18 201 1 500436 1
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19 19 301 1 "Hamlet" abruptly stops as if it has encountered an unknown program error.
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20 20 202 1 1
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21 21 301 But without it telling, you already know the ending of the story.
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22 22 301 —The girl pierces hope through her chest, closing the nearly opened gates of hell and leaving herself behind them in the everlasting darkness.
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23 23 301 The blocked emotions have reached their limit. Like a candle with oxygen removed, the story is forced to end. The data world rapidly vanishes.
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24 24 301 After getting your senses back, you feel a sharp pain in the palms. You see red marks on your hands from clenching your fists.
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25 25 301 The mindless machine gathers information from the data flower. It writes scripts and designs plots, even adding opening and closing speeches to the plays.
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26 26 301 But what you have just been through does not feel like any story plot. It is too complete and real, like an interpretation of the mysterious whale song, resembling the projection of that girl's shattered memories in the Red Tide.
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27 27 301 The girl's emotions are so real that they almost give you a cruel feel. Longing, missing, remorse, grief, despair... All of which are passed to you through the stories, almost making you unable to breathe.
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28 28 301 Once again, you can confirm that you have found out the identity of that humanoid trapped inside the Hetero-Creature without realizing.
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29 29 301 The famous young opera singer who voluntarily became a Construct, and served in the Archaeological Team...
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30 30 301 —The girl who had written many letters to you. The girl who named herself after flowers and rainbow.
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31 31 302 Iris... 32
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32 32 301 If every missed regret can be mended like the girl's dream, what would you say and do back then?
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33 33 301 Even Gods cannot change the past. It is but a trivial imagination.
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34 34 301 But in the "story," you are walking the faded past again as the girl's memories are played.
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35 35 301 "Hamlet" lowers its head after being interrupted. You walk forward and take out the delicate iris flower. Many light spots of data flow among the petals, creating a beautiful sight.
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36 36 301 But it does not belong to you. Instead, it was loaned to you by a generous, mystery person.
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37 37 401 1 36
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38 38 201 1 500436 1
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39 39 301 RImgBg1Shake 1 The next moment, "Hamlet" suddenly grunts. It slowly raises the scepter in its right arm, pointing to a direction.
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40 40 501 Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStoryWhiteNew.prefab 2
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41 41 202 1 1
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42 42 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory540.jpg
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43 43 301 The golden fingers are pointing at the stage of the opera house.
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44 44 301 It is night in Eden. All the civilians have fallen asleep, the opera house is all empty.
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45 45 501 Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStoryWhiteNew.prefab 2
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46 46 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory529.jpg
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47 47 401 1 50
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48 48 301 The spot light located in the center of the stage suddenly lights up as it detects someone approaching.
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49 49 301 You walk around the stage and find a notebook behind the curtains.
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50 50 301 It is left on an old wooden stool. Someone was writing on it during her breaks, and put it aside.
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51 51 301 Along with many stage props that are not regularly used, the notebook is left in a blind spot, forgotten.
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52 52 301 You reach out and pick it up.
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53 53 301 The dark leather cover has gleaming gold iris flowers engraved on all four corners.
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54 54 301 You can't help but open it. As you flip through the pages, you see a familiar cursive handwriting. The ink has smudged at a place, as if the writer was taking a long time to think.
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55 55 301 There is a line of text written on the title page.
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56 56 301 Ad astra per aspera.
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57 57 301 This is more like a travel diary than a simple theater play record book. The pages have lots of content on them.
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58 58 301 —The inspirations of the young writer, the receipts of theater tickets, the uncommon knowledge learned during visits, the poems written during emotional outbursts, the songs in her favorite albums.
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59 59 301 The lyrics of an aria were written in different-colored ink. They gave her inspiration for an adventure of the heroes.
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60 60 301 The courage of humans in the old times left her in awe. She was even writing greetings to the lone probe venturing in the space.
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61 61 301 You slowly turn another page and see a printed photograph.
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62 62 301 It is an iris field at night.
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63 63 301 You have only seen these flowers in the greenhouse and never realize they can also bloom on this devastated land.
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64 64 301 There is a line of text on the back of the photo. "A senior Construct in the Archaeological Team told me that this beautiful field could be found on Earth."
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65 65 301 —I wish I can see it in person.
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66 66 301 The girl wrote down her wish.
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67 67 301 —Have you finally seen the sceneries that were only available in holographic videos?
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68 68 301 Perhaps you should familiarize yourself with those dance moves.
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69 69 301 As long as the whale song continues to sing, you will not give up tracing it.
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70 70 301 One day, when the rivers flow again, when flowers bloom, when people no longer depart from each other, the promise will be fulfilled.
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71 71 301 Just like Iris said. Humans are always venturing forward on the path of hope, no matter in what way.
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72 72 301 Where has that strong iris gone to now?
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73 73 301 —Will someone hear me if I sing on the earth one day?
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74 74 301 —Will someone follow the song to find me?
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75 75 302 I think so. 76
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76 76 301 Definitely.
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77 77 301 AniZhuanchangBegin You quietly whisper, just like how you answered the girl's questions in the past.
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78 78 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory546.jpg
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81 81 301 AniZhuanchangEnd Sterilization Facility, Star of Life, Babylonia.
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82 82 201 1 500058 400
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83 83 201 2 500296 -400
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84 84 301 1 Staff Member What are these? 2
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85 85 301 Sterilization Team Member Items recycled in the last rescue mission. They've passed the sterilization process and can be sent to their owners. 1
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86 86 301 Staff Member ...So many name tags... Wait, is this an... envelope? 2
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87 87 301 Staff Member Never thought people would still use such a vintage method nowadays. 2
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88 88 301 Sterilization Team Member Yeah. We found this letter among some name tags as we recycled them. Could it belong to one of them? 1
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89 89 301 Staff Member Wait a sec. It has a receiver. 2
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90 90 301 Staff Member Let me see... 2
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91 91 301 AniZhuanchangBegin Staff Member ...【kuroname】? 2
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92 92 202 1 2 1
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93 93 101 3000 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory532.jpg
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94 94 301 AniZhuanchangEnd Only a few tainted pages can be found in the opera house ruin, and not much ink is left either. But the marvelous miracles she has seen cannot be described in just a few words, let alone her thoughts.
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95 95 301 There are only a set of coordinates in the letter.
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96 96 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin She gently places the envelope next to a river near blooming iris flowers and watches wind take it away.
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