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Alma has found the tangle! Thylas must have missed it. So many colors, all mixed up. In places they don't belong. It must be fixed ( Read more... ) -
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Like flowers, coming to life despite all the odds against it. There are many new faces, stretching towards the sun ( Read more... ) -
[frustrated.]
She's all tangled. Discord and tangles! She doesn't--
She--
I-- -
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So many visitors... It's nice, to have people around. The hospital never let me, before.
But such sad reasons. Everyone's so sad. -
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[A sigh, though whether it's content or not is unclear.]
Time, then.
[Footsteps, retreating.]
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...So that's why. [She sounds distracted, as if someone's talking to her.]
I'll do my best. It... Oh?
Um. Uhm. Yes. I think I can...
You will?
I'm sure I can do it. But when?
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[No clear words, just a song, sung in a good but untrained voice. It's remarkably similar to the song that had been ringing all over Purgatorium, but with less of an effect. Alma is worried.] -
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She wonders...
She hears many complaints. But, she wonders for what all of you are truly grateful for, here. -
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If you can't find what you need, Alma thinks that asking politely would work.
Manners don't make you a good person, but they go a short way there.
I wonder... How are you enjoying the Song? Alma knows you cannot understand it, but she wanted to share. -
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It calls her.
A purpose. A reason.