The automatons bowed to the three of them, then made inviting gestures, urging them into the framed painting at the end of the path.
"Where are these automatons trying to send us now...?"
"The next act, I guess."
Yan Huan stepped into the frame first, with March 7th and Himeko following close behind.
The three returned to the Grand Theater.
Sunday's voice rose once more alongside the Ode to Joy: "[He gathered stardust into rivers, declaring that goodness and righteousness lay upstream, while evil and injustice lay downstream.]"
"[From then on, all things bore their respective marks, and mankind could distinguish good from evil, benefit from harm.]"
"[Thus came the third day and the fourth day.]"
Seeing how enthusiastic Sunday was about preaching, Yan Huan asked:
"...Don't tell me there'll be a fifth, sixth, and seventh day too?"
"Of course." Sunday smiled faintly.
"I will present everything that follows to you all."
Guided by the automatons, the three members of the Express Crew were taken to another dreamscape.
[Prelude Play. Act Two: "Ode to the Foolish Servant"]
Himeko looked around, examining the new dreamscape as she pondered:
"'Ode to the Foolish Servant.' The setting here is more complex than last time."
The automatons here no longer glowed like spirits. Their luster had dimmed, and they possessed physical forms.
They stood in all sorts of poses, though most were curled up on the ground, seemingly steeped in despair.
"The furnishings around here are pretty orderly."
March 7th looked ahead.
"So many mirrors. What are those little people inside doing... playing the piano?"
Sunday introduced the scene.
"[The story that follows revolves around a struggle for power.]"
"[The seven great family lines of Tree, Flower, Bird, Beast, Fruit, and Insect were established across Penacony.]"
"..." Sunday's words inevitably reminded Yan