Berbulek

Eyes of the Prey

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In reality, most prey don't realize when danger is encroaching. This one's no exception. The sniper's scope slowly centers on a man throwing banknotes stack after stack, who seems completely oblivious to his impending demise. "So that's what greed looks like. That amount is equal to several of my contracts already... No wonder someone wants him dead." As if these thoughts were broadcasted out loud, the man in the scope turns his head, looking straight into the eyes of the sniper. "I've been waiting for you. Would this much be enough for you to hear me out?"

The Moles Welcome You

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"Moles, moles," "Leaving our holes," "Smart moles fear naught foes," "Moles, moles," "Bite your toes!"

Boundless Choreo

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Their dance glides gracefully, shadows and light silently exchanging places. She takes the other person's hand, her smile beaming into those indifferent eyes. "Beautiful Ranger... Welcome to the stage of the Remembrance. At this proximity... you are far more enchanting than one might perceive." The surroundings darken, a beam of light cascading from the dome above, tracing their evolving steps. "However, some were meant to dance with us but have yet to arrive..." In a spinning moment, she draws closer to that expressionless face, grips that cold hand, and softly inquires— "Tell me. What have you done?" As their dance steps grow hurried more and more, fragmented snippets of the past rush into her mind through their joined fingertips. In a past that stretches back further and further, she hears the sound of rain and the lamentations just before life's extinguish. Then, she sees her dance partner holding a blood-red paper umbrella in the drizzling rain. Finally, as far as her eyes can see— A field of drowned corpses bobbing in the deluge. Panic-stricken, she tries to withdraw her hand, falling backward. The surroundings brighten again, the banquet's clamor resurfacing. Her dance partner gently supports her waist, as if oblivious to the ordeal that just unfolded. "What a lovely dance that was, Memokeeper. Shall we have another go?"

The Seriousness of Breakfast

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Though the table is set... Some people want a cup of tea first. Some people want to take a picture first. Some people want to read the newspaper first. Some people want to write a page in their notebook first. Some people want to play on their phone first. "All of you, eat while the food is hot!"

Data Bank

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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "Human extinction is inevitable, but the library will live on: Lonely, immobile, and hidden from the public. Its vast collection is useless, yet pure from corruption."

The Seriousness of Breakfast

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Though the table is set... Some people want a cup of tea first. Some people want to take a picture first. Some people want to read the newspaper first. Some people want to write a page in their notebook first. Some people want to play on their phone first. "All of you, eat while the food is hot!"

Collapsing Sky

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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The death of all things is as natural as their birth. Time erodes everything, turning all tangible entities to dust."

Arrows

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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The hunter's eyes are the clearest when they pull back the bowstring with the arrow nocked."