2025-07-28 23:33:22 +02:00
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We are descendants of a race who sees the
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departing off.
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We are the seventh children of the Mother.
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We are the ones who sent off the last race to
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spring forth from and thrive in these ruins...
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or rather, the Mother.
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That's you, the last race, the eighth children,
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the humanity of present day,
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We are in charge of sending you all off.
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All of mankind and civilization were born here.
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Take this, the Mulana Talisman.
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I heard that if you have this, you can get
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your hands on the cursed treasure.
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Well then, go see the Four Philosophers,
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in your father's stead.
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Our race has continued to protect the ruins,
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following the teachings of
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the Four Philosophers that sleep
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within the ruins.
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The Four Philosophers realized the Mother's
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wish to return to the skies was not possible.
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Instead they hope to give her a peaceful
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death.
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This is the conclusion that we,
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the seventh children, at last settled on.
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It's sad, but we gotta entrust this task to you,
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the eighth children.
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I guess it just goes to show... that children
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will someday leave their parents.
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Your father was after the Mother's crystallized
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spirit, the Secret Treasure of Life.
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I hope that you can obtain it in your father's
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2025-08-03 15:56:24 +02:00
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place.
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Why, that's a Cog of the Soul.
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It's pretty much a key that's used to perform
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the forbidden art of bringing clay to life.
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I think you stick it somewhere to get a
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machine to move, but that's the kind of thing
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that you'd expect to be forbidden so...
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2025-08-03 18:49:18 +02:00
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Maybe you shouldn't use it?
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Who is it that reads this?
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Is it my son? I could only hope so.
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I have come this far. But the Four Philosophers did not choose
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me-- I wasn't up to the task.
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I could not avakcn thc Mother. I am too old.
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Whoever is reading this: I pass the torch to you.
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The hidden treasure, the origin of life itself lies here.
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Oh yeah, and remember to turn the pover off when you've
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finished reading.
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Actually, I remember seeing a mura
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I at the Gate of Guidance that had something
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just like that.
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In the mural, someone was riding a vehicle,
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and stuffed that pochette right into it.
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