"[Child, cry as loud as you can. Let your voice reach Oloronis.]"
The voice fell silent for a moment. Light rippled across the surface of the floating Memory Seed as though it were absorbing the words and beginning to record the story...
Yan Huan could hear no response from the seed, but through the resonance of the afterimage, he could faintly sense the hope carried in its record.
[>>> Undefined record #6 archived.]
Once the record was archived, the girl's voice returned, brushing past his ear like a spring breeze, playful and warm.
"Even so, I don't much like tears."
"Time flows quietly by amid laughter."
"The wind of my homeland stirs the wheat fields, the swings, the wind chimes, the sea, and the Little Fairies singing out of tune."
"[But the name Aedes Elysiae comes from the sorrow of the gods...]"
"A childhood friend asked in confusion: [So why are you always laughing, as if you've never had a worry?]"
"So why was that? The answer was—"
"[Because the world was gentle to me, I grew up gentle too.]"
As Cyrene spoke, the Memory Seed kept flickering in response, faithfully recording every word and every ripple of emotion.
">>> Undefined record #28 archived."
The girl continued, a hint of reflection on growing up entering her voice.
"But fate is fickle. It urges a child to grow, and grow, and journey far away."
"Just as a world on the brink of collapse can scarcely preserve a homeland forever."
"As the song on the wind says, Flame-Chasing is a journey of ceaseless loss."
"..."
"Oh? Who's pricked up those little ears? You must have heard [me] say that many times."
"You know the story takes a different turn from here. Excited? Then let's begin!"
"On a hero's