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"I like having friends. And I like being on land. Next time, I must remember to get a bigger pot."

— A clay tablet covered in tadpole-shaped writing

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"Time: Adagio" "Weather: Pleasant" "This place is always raining. Sometimes I take out the old clay tablets, and they often get wet. I've transcribed memories from the days I spent with Maria and my other friends onto paper, but paper doesn't last long either..." "Can these melodies really be preserved?..." "..." "It feels like not much time has passed since I first stepped onto land, but truth is, I'm already so very far away from that first island." "The wind will pick up in a few days, and when it does, I'll drift to a new place, even though I don't want to say goodbye to my new friends yet..." "..." "Maybe I should... repair the lyre before I leave." — A unfinished sheet of music

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Beneath the brilliant sunset, on the soft golden sands, a cheerful melody from a lyre can be heard. "Boop~ Bloop-boop~ boop-bloop, boop~" A little girl with pigtails danced to the tune. When the song ended, her hair bounced with the applause. "What's this song about?" "Maria and I making pottery, picking olives, and eating grapes together." "Ooh~ It must all happened on a beautiful sunny day, right?" "...Bloop." "That sounds wonderful! What about ours? If you wrote a song about me fixing your lyre today, what would it sound like?" Nerina didn't need long to think. The strings vibrated once more, and the melody came. Opening with a light and gleeful tune for the serendipitous discovery of seashells, the melody softened into careful, bouncing notes that told the delicate work of the girl's repair on the lyre, before finally slowing into a bittersweet goodbye.

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"Wait, you mean... you're leaving?!" The girl with pigtails clutched Nerina's arm, her hair standing on end. "Where are you going? When are you planning to leave? How? We've only just become friends! Do you really have to go so soon? Are you going home? I don't even know where you live..." The questions came rapid-fire, one after another, and Nerina felt like she was back underwater again — tiny bubbles bursting all around her, sounds layering and overlapping until her little head was overwhelmed.

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"Why aren't you answering me?" "I... don't know either." "What do you mean you don't know?!" The drooped pigtails sprang back up. "You don't have a destination? No plan?" "When the wind comes, I'll go. I can't stop." Nerina had no way to hide from the "currents" on land. When the wind comes, she'd be lifted into the clouds. And when the wind stops, she'd drift slowly back down. But the girl couldn't understand. She leaned in close, warmth radiating from her as she blinked with curious eyes, "What do you mean?"

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"So you want to stay, but you're too light. The wind would carry you away." The girl with pigtails nodded. Nerina breathed a sigh of relief. The explanations were long and complicated, and as she explained, the girl kept adding even more questions, leaving her flustered and spinning in circles. "Then just... make yourself heavier."

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The answer came logically as the girl casually picked up a conch shell on the beach. "Just put this conch and that hermit crab and the other big seashells in your pocket. If you have a bunch of them, you won't get blown away by the wind anymore. I mean, I've never seen a hermit crab get toppled by a breeze." "There's always a way to stay, as long as you want to stay," the girl said. "That's how it goes."

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The hermit crab poked its head out of the shell and, realizing it was wobbling around in someone's pocket, quietly retreated back inside. Nerina stood in a daze. There's always a way to stay, as long as I want to stay. Last time, she wanted to leave, so she set off and came to land. But this time, she wanted to stay, so she clutched the shells in her hand tightly and readied herself for a second "departure."

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"What's on your mind?" The girl took Nerina's hand and led her forward. "Let's go to the mayor's house in a bit. I heard he has something like a kerosene lamp, called a lightbulb!" "Lightbulb?" "It's really bright, like, way brighter than the lamps!" "Brighter than... fire?" "Even brighter than fire!" "Then it's... very dangerous. We should stay away. Otherwise, it'll dry us out."

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 "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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+"Time: Adagio"<br>"Weather: Pleasant"<br>"This place is always raining. Sometimes I take out the old clay tablets, and they often get wet. I've transcribed memories from the days I spent with Maria and my other friends onto paper, but paper doesn't last long either..."<br>"Can these melodies really be preserved?..."<br>"..."<br><br>"It feels like not much time has passed since I first stepped onto land, but truth is, I'm already so very far away from that first island."<br>"The wind will pick up in a few days, and when it does, I'll drift to a new place, even though I don't want to say goodbye to my new friends yet..."<br>"..."<br>"Maybe I should... repair the lyre before I leave."<br>— A unfinished sheet of music
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+Beneath the brilliant sunset, on the soft golden sands, a cheerful melody from a lyre can be heard.<br>"Boop~ Bloop-boop~ boop-bloop, boop~"<br>A little girl with pigtails danced to the tune. When the song ended, her hair bounced with the applause.<br><br>"What's this song about?"<br>"Maria and I making pottery, picking olives, and eating grapes together."<br>"Ooh~ It must all happened on a beautiful sunny day, right?"<br>"...Bloop."<br>"That sounds wonderful! What about ours? If you wrote a song about me fixing your lyre today, what would it sound like?"<br><br>Nerina didn't need long to think. The strings vibrated once more, and the melody came. Opening with a light and gleeful tune for the serendipitous discovery of seashells, the melody softened into careful, bouncing notes that told the delicate work of the girl's repair on the lyre, before finally slowing into a bittersweet goodbye.
+----
+"Wait, you mean... you're leaving?!"<br>The girl with pigtails clutched Nerina's arm, her hair standing on end. "Where are you going? When are you planning to leave? How? We've only just become friends! Do you really have to go so soon? Are you going home? I don't even know where you live..."<br><br>The questions came rapid-fire, one after another, and Nerina felt like she was back underwater again — tiny bubbles bursting all around her, sounds layering and overlapping until her little head was overwhelmed.
+----
+"Why aren't you answering me?"<br>"I... don't know either."<br>"What do you mean you don't know?!" The drooped pigtails sprang back up. "You don't have a destination? No plan?"<br>"When the wind comes, I'll go. I can't stop."<br><br>Nerina had no way to hide from the "currents" on land. When the wind comes, she'd be lifted into the clouds. And when the wind stops, she'd drift slowly back down.<br>But the girl couldn't understand. She leaned in close, warmth radiating from her as she blinked with curious eyes, "What do you mean?"
+----
+"So you want to stay, but you're too light. The wind would carry you away." The girl with pigtails nodded.<br>Nerina breathed a sigh of relief. The explanations were long and complicated, and as she explained, the girl kept adding even more questions, leaving her flustered and spinning in circles.<br>"Then just... make yourself heavier."
+----
+{{Tx|Image}}
+The answer came logically as the girl casually picked up a conch shell on the beach. "Just put this conch and that hermit crab and the other big seashells in your pocket. If you have a bunch of them, you won't get blown away by the wind anymore. I mean, I've never seen a hermit crab get toppled by a breeze."<br><br>"There's always a way to stay, as long as you want to stay," the girl said. "That's how it goes."
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+The hermit crab poked its head out of the shell and, realizing it was wobbling around in someone's pocket, quietly retreated back inside.<br>Nerina stood in a daze. <i>There's always a way to stay, as long as I want to stay.</i> Last time, she wanted to leave, so she set off and came to land. But this time, she wanted to stay, so she clutched the shells in her hand tightly and readied herself for a second "departure."
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+"What's on your mind?" The girl took Nerina's hand and led her forward. "Let's go to the mayor's house in a bit. I heard he has something like a kerosene lamp, called a lightbulb!"<br>"Lightbulb?"<br>"It's really bright, like, way brighter than the lamps!"<br>"Brighter than... fire?"<br>"Even brighter than fire!"<br>"Then it's... very dangerous. We should stay away. Otherwise, it'll dry us out."
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