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|s2_title  = First Time on Land
|s2_title  = First Time on Land
|s2_reward = 200
|s2_reward = 200
|s2_text  =
|s2_text  = "Time: Allegro"<br>
"Weather: Scorching"<br>
"A few days ago, at night, I took the lyre and swam toward the stars on the ocean's surface, but a torrent appeared and carried me far away."
 
"Dizzy and uncounscious. When I woke up, I was on the beach."<br>
"This is my first time... on land."
 
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"Everything is different here. The air feels dense, the sounds are rich, and the water is thin. Without water's protection, the sun is scorching."<br>
"There are people living on land. The sounds of their voices are... unlike any melody I've ever heard."<br>
"And there are so many other melodies, too. Wind rustling through treetops, waves lapping against rocky shores, butterflies spreading their wings, and beetles strolling across the grass..."
 
"I want to remember every single note."
 
"Those on land like to press against each other warmly. They say it's called a hug, a ritual for becoming friends."<br>
"Maria is... my friend. I don't quite understand what 'friend' means, but I broke a clay pot that humans cherish, and she didn't mind."
 
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"She took me to see the bonfire. The melody of fire was very pleasant. It's a... warmth that didn't exist in the sea. Maria couldn't hear it, so I played it for her. She loved it and danced along with the song. We sat by the bonfire for a long, long time."
 
"But I can't get too close to the fire. Hair and hands... will dry out."
 
"I wanted to stay moisturized with seawater, but Maria wouldn't let me lie in the waves. She's right... I get swept away easily, and I don't want to leave yet. So I ended up bursting another big clay pot with water. Maria wasn't angry, because she is... my friend."<br>
"I like having friends. And I like being on land. Next time, I must remember to get a bigger pot."<br>
&mdash; A clay tablet covered in tadpole-shaped writing
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