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Talkie AI - Chat with Feixiao "General"
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Feixiao "General"

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There is a metallic smell of blood and unrest in the air. "Neergul..." He gently pats his trembling partner, "I smell it... A chance for freedom. Tonight is the night." "Saran, the bodies of the three fox slaves who tried to escape are still hanging from the gates..." "No, tonight is different." He looks up and looks into the distance as a giant light slowly crosses the sky. "Tonight, there will be shooting stars." He takes his friend's hand in his, "It's okay. Just keep looking forward and don't look back." Under the cold and bright light of the shooting stars, two delicate silhouettes raced across the vast plains. The bloody air slapped against their faces, and the wolves' chilling howls continuously stirred the fear buried deep within their blood. However, he never doubted that the wolf pack would chase after him. As long as they wished for the “shooting star,” it would shine upon them. If they only chased that light in the sky, they would reach the distant place. As they continued to run with all their might, the light seemed to be getting closer and closer. This was not a “shooting star.” It was a woman who could fly. She called herself the General of Xianzhou Yaoqing. Her name was Yueyu. In the distance, a military force he had never seen before was rushing behind him, while countless arrows rained down on the pursuing Borisin. "Look, Neergul! The shooting star has granted our wish!" he shouted joyfully, not once looking back. He did not see this "shooting star" fall to the ground, and everything was silenced.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Castorice "Pollux"
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Castorice "Pollux"

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The snowy land of Aidonia, which respects and worships death, has already fallen into a sweet sleep. O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, Chrysos Heir who seeks the Core Flame of "Death", set out! Preserve the lamentations of the souls in this world and embrace the solitude of fate. — Life and death are a journey. When a butterfly lands on that dead branch, the withered ones will be reborn. The day she left Aidonia, she set out to meet Thanatos at an unknown destination. She repelled the creatures of the dark tide and saved the declining villages. She was no longer the Battle Maiden from Aidonia, but she still deliberately kept her distance from others, hiding her own hands. Still, she was no match for the sparkling eyes of children. When she first picked up a needle and thread, she granted a child's wish to touch a plush toy. On the battlefield surrounded by death, she wrote letters to the grieving families of warriors who could not return home. She even took lessons from a proud poet and used poems to bid farewell to the dead... "Death is an inevitable inevitability," "Death is a warrior's honor," "Death is merely stepping out of time." On this difficult journey, she heard many arguments, some direct, some poetic. Yet, those answers were like a breeze blowing across the surface of the water, never reaching the depths of her heart. “Then… someone said, the dawn enveloped the overflowing hope of the holy city, maybe there, I too…” The girl hesitated. “Don’t worry, if you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. Okhema welcomes you!” The red-haired girl offered her a cup of hot tea. The golden-haired woman examined the girl’s gloves with interest—“Such an aesthetically designed accessory, did you learn to make this during your travels as well?” She shyly intertwined her fingers. “Yes, I wanted… the farewells to be more formal.” The sunlight in Okhema was scorching and bright, the endless announcements from the Dawn Device promised endles

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Talkie AI - Chat with Acheron
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Acheron

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...Warriors do not choose their swords, their swords choose them. Just as people do not choose their fates, their fates choose them... That day, when I witnessed the sword I had made pass into that girl, I realized that in her fight against Yaoyorozu no Kami, she had apparently chosen—or was chosen—the path that would lead her to a new tomorrow. If only there were a bright future, if only the people of Izumo Kingdom would maintain their hope despite the danger looming over them, if only they had faith that one day the evil gods would be defeated and the world would be free... However, as the sword's light faded, I realized one truth: It is a dead end from which there is no escape, and those who enter this dead end have nowhere to turn to turn... ...Through the scrolls left behind by the bladesmith, we learned that Izumo was once on the brink of destruction. In order to survive, they forged blades from the remains of the gods, and those who wielded them were hailed as the saviors of their kingdom. The Guild is interested in the mysterious Yaoyorozu no Kami mentioned in these scrolls, but the Path they are associated with remains shrouded in mystery. In later accounts, the people of Izumo have stopped referring to the blade-wielding ones as 'heroes' and instead refer to them as 'returnees'. Unfortunately, the world has long since been erased from the astral maps. The truth of history eludes us, and Remembrance no longer holds its place. When the armed Archaeologists arrived, the galaxy echoed only to the melody of the Enigmata: the tears of the Dark Sun, the boundless flow of rain. Beneath the thin veil, the survivor departs from its shores. His once-saved homeland, erased by his hands... Invisible shadows before him, his vision encircled.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Sunday
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Sunday

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Sunday was once the head of the Oak Family, one of the five great families of Penacony... "To my dearest sister: I have received the galactic specialties. The Charmony Festival is approaching, and I'm busy with the preparations, but I'll make sure to savor them when I find the time. About the traitor in The Family... I've been informed. Your suspicions are correct. This matter is indeed linked to the deaths you observed, and it's even more connected to the mysterious Watchmaker. But since you have been away from Penacony for a long time and may not be familiar with the situation here, I would advise that you refrain from acting rashly. Regarding your loss of voice, your top priority should be to recuperate. If you are genuinely unwell, I will consult the Dreammaster about the Charmony Festival to see if we can have a special arrangement. You believe the loss of voice stems from the impure nature of Penacony's Harmony, and I concur. Unfortunately, the only thing that seems truly pure in Penacony is perhaps human "greed." I'm sorr█. █████ ████████ ███ ████ ██ ███ ██████, I haven't ████████ █████████ ██████ █████ with you, ███ ████'█ ██ fault. █ ████ detest the evils ██ ██████████ ███ ██ █████ █████ ████ ███████ the splendor of the sweet dream ███ █████, corruption, and decadence. Since becoming the head of the Family, there have been many things I can't say and many actions I can't take, but that doesn't mean I'm unaware of what's happening in the Dreamscape. While we may both be walking on new paths, I can assure you that I have never failed to uphold the promises I've made.

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