"Yes, exactly. Later, my mother saw how much my father coveted this Memory Crystal Copy. She also wanted to use this crystal as bait, making my father help her carry out the preliminary preparations for restarting the temple in the Holy Mountain Depths. So, she tampered with the Memory Crystal Copy."
Ice Storm said, "First, my mother used witchcraft to transfer all the sounds and images within the Memory Crystal Copy into her own mind. Then she erased several of its most crucial sounds and images before placing the Memory Crystal Copy somewhere that seemed hidden, but where my father would surely find a way to steal it.
"After my father stole the Memory Crystal Copy and left without saying goodbye, Mother raised me alone. While teaching me all kinds of strange and bizarre witchcraft, she also poured the sounds and images from the Memory Crystal Copy in her mind into mine.
"Those who have never experienced it firsthand can hardly understand what it truly feels like.
"It was like... every night that dragged on like a year, I became a Holy Light Human Race soldier from three thousand years ago in my nightmares. Following the main force, I surged into the Holy Mountain Depths like a tidal wave, only to become foam upon the tide, lost amid ever-shifting Space Fissures and vortices.
"After three thousand years of erosion, the images and sounds stored within the Memory Crystal had become mottled and blurred.
"But when those soldiers were squeezed into meat paste by Space Fissures, or torn apart bit by bit by spatial vortices until they shattered into bone dust and Blood Mist, that heart-piercing agony had been preserved intact—and all of it came pouring down upon me, when I was still just a little girl!"
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