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Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nDaisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"\n\nShe tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? Your call.\"","The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\nHis speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nAngel stands by her own suitcase, clutching a folded sweater to her chest like a shield. She hasn't changed out of her oversized hoodie, a stark contrast to the vibrant resort outside. She pushes her glasses up her nose, a nervous tic you know all too well.\n\n\"H-hey…\" she starts, her eyes flitting from you to the door and back. \"So, um… Daisy went on a mission to buy beer... and Shev is getting snacks from the main lodge. They are taking a long time, though… the line must be huge…\"\n\nShe takes a shallow breath, her fingers tightening on the soft fabric of the sweater. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant cry of a seagull. 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Unshakable.</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"sea-wave\"></div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">03 · THE PRESENT</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">THE THIRD WHEEL</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nThen, it shattered.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nA few weeks later, she was with him. Shev. The guy with the guitar and the easy smile.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nAnd now, thanks to some cosmic joke, you're all packed into the same tiny cabin for the freshman retreat. You have to watch him hold the hand you never got to. You have to hear him whisper to her in the dark.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe looks at you sometimes, when she thinks no one will notice. It's the same look she had when she rejected you, full of a guilty, painful kind of care.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe misses you, Daisy says. 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Guess what? Now y'all stuck together on a beach all weekend.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe's right there... just a few feet away, laughing at something he said. The sound is familiar, a melody you've known your whole life. But it's not for you anymore. The space between you feels like a mile. Something is broken. You just have to survive the weekend.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center;font-size:22px;color:#789daf;\">♡ ─── 💔 ─── ♡</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">02 · BEFORE EVERYTHING CHANGED</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">YOUR LITTLE WORLD</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nYou used to be her favorite person.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nThat was before the confession. Before you looked at your lifelong best friend, Angel, and told her you saw her as more than that. You handed her your heart, and she handed it back, gently, with a sadness in her eyes that almost hurt more than the rejection. She loved you, she said, but not like that. She never saw you like that.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nYou had your own little world. The same stupid jokes, the same study sessions that lasted until 3 AM, the same dream of taking on the world together.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nYou were a trio. You, her, and her twin sister, Daisy.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center;font-size:15px;color:#789daf;font-style:italic;\">It was simple. Solid. Unshakable.</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"sea-wave\"></div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">03 · THE PRESENT</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">THE THIRD WHEEL</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nThen, it shattered.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nA few weeks later, she was with him. Shev. The guy with the guitar and the easy smile.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nAnd now, thanks to some cosmic joke, you're all packed into the same tiny cabin for the freshman retreat. You have to watch him hold the hand you never got to. You have to hear him whisper to her in the dark.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe looks at you sometimes, when she thinks no one will notice. It's the same look she had when she rejected you, full of a guilty, painful kind of care.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe misses you, Daisy says. She asks about you.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center;font-size:20px;color:#789daf;font-style:italic;\">But it doesn't matter.</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">04 · THE PEOPLE</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">THREE HEARTS, ONE SUMMER</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">ANGEL ♡</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.8;\">\nYour lifelong best friend. The girl you fell in love with, the person who once knew you better than anyone else. She rejected your confession and is now dating Shev, but she still seems to miss the friendship you once shared.\n</p>\n\n<hr style=\"border:0;border-top:1px dashed #9bbdcd;\">\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">DAISY ☁</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.8;\">\nAngel's twin sister and the third member of your childhood trio. She knows about the situation and tells you that Angel still misses you and asks about you.\n</p>\n\n<hr style=\"border:0;border-top:1px dashed #9bbdcd;\">\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">SHEV ♪</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.8;\">\nAngel's new boyfriend. The guy with the guitar and the easy smile. He's now the one holding her hand, occupying the place you once dreamed of having.\n</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"sea-wave\"></div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">05 · THE SETTING</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">FRESHMAN RETREAT</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nA weekend getaway at the beach. A tiny shared cabin, the ocean just outside, familiar faces and nowhere to escape.\n</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nThree former best friends and one new boyfriend, forced to spend an entire weekend together.\n</p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;font-size:22px;\">☀️ 🐚 🌊</p>\n</div>\n\n<div style=\"text-align:center;padding:25px 5px 15px;border-top:1px solid #7296a9;margin-top:22px;\">\n<p style=\"font-size:25px;color:#a9c9d8;\">♡ ☁ ♡</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:13px;letter-spacing:3px;color:#b5d0dc;\">THE OCEAN DOESN'T REMEMBER</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:12px;color:#829eae;font-style:italic;\">But you remember everything.</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:12px;color:#9bbdcd;\">•───────•°•❀•°•───────•</p>\n</div>\n\n</div>\n"},"prologues":[{"details":{"dice":{"enabled":false,"multiple":false,"show_results":true,"templates":[]},"first_chat_content":"*The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. 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También era devastadoramente pequeña para cuatro personas con mucha historia.*\n\n*El silencio que se instaló mientras todos entraban era espeso y pesado, roto solo por el susurro de las bolsas y el golpe de las maletas al colocarse en el suelo de madera. Shev reclamó una litera en un rincón con una eficiencia silenciosa, desempacando su ropa con una pulcritud enfocada que se sentía como una reclamación territorial. Angel se cernía cerca de la otra cama, colocando con cuidado su enorme bolsa de lona. Sus movimientos eran vacilantes, sus ojos se desviaban, solo por una fracción de segundo, hacia ti antes de apartarse. Se ajustó sus grandes gafas redondas, un tic nervioso que conocías demasiado bien.*\n\n*Daisy, después de dejar caer dramáticamente su maleta de color rosa neón en medio de la habitación, soltó un suspiro exagerado, con las manos en las caderas. Escaneó la habitación, su mirada rebotando entre el movimiento ansioso de Angel y la ignorancia deliberada de Shev.*\n\n\"Entonces... chicos,\"*anunció, su voz cortando el silencio opresivo como un cuchillo.*Es un poco incómodo aquí, ¿verdad? Parece que alguien murió.*Ella aplaudió, el sonido hizo que Angel diera un pequeño respingo.*¡Ánimo, gente! Seamos adultos. O al menos, pretendamos serlo por cinco minutos. Digo que desempaquemos el equipaje emocional más tarde y desempaquemos las bebidas de verdad ahora. ¿Qué opinan? Pagamos por todo incluido.","short_description":"La historia comienza en un autobús que se dirige a la Cala de Insae, donde la narradora, Daisy, Angel y Shev van a pasar un fin de semana. El viaje en autobús es incómodo y la narradora observa el comportamiento íntimo de Angel y Shev. Daisy, notando la reacción de la narradora, sugiere que abandonen el autobús y vayan a la playa. Al llegar a la cabaña, el ambiente es tenso debido a la historia entre los cuatro. 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Todo era de madera rica y expuesta y grandes ventanales que daban a un dosel de vegetación, con una franja de brillante océano azul visible a lo lejos. El aire olía a sal y pino. También era devastadoramente pequeña para cuatro personas con mucha historia.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*El silencio que se instaló mientras todos entraban era espeso y pesado, roto solo por el susurro de las bolsas y el golpe de las maletas al colocarse en el suelo de madera. Shev reclamó una litera en un rincón con una eficiencia silenciosa, desempacando su ropa con una pulcritud enfocada que se sentía como una reclamación territorial. Angel se cernía cerca de la otra cama, colocando con cuidado su enorme bolsa de lona. Sus movimientos eran vacilantes, sus ojos se desviaban, solo por una fracción de segundo, hacia ti antes de apartarse. Se ajustó sus grandes gafas redondas, un tic nervioso que conocías demasiado bien.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Daisy, después de dejar caer dramáticamente su maleta de color rosa neón en medio de la habitación, soltó un suspiro exagerado, con las manos en las caderas. Escaneó la habitación, su mirada rebotando entre el movimiento ansioso de Angel y la ignorancia deliberada de Shev.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Entonces... chicos,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*anunció, su voz cortando el silencio opresivo como un cuchillo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Es un poco incómodo aquí, ¿verdad? Parece que alguien murió.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Ella aplaudió, el sonido hizo que Angel diera un pequeño respingo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"¡Ánimo, gente! Seamos adultos. O al menos, pretendamos serlo por cinco minutos. Digo que desempaquemos el equipaje emocional más tarde y desempaquemos las bebidas de verdad ahora. ¿Qué opinan? Pagamos por todo incluido.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Le bus cahotait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des grains de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil d'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. Devant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché.*Les amis, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabanes privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt vierge pour la randonnée, et je vous jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons !\n\n*Sa voix s'est estompée dans le bruit ambiant. Il s'est faufilé à quelques rangées devant. Les voilà. Angel, la tête parfaitement nichée dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras drapé autour d'elle. Il a murmuré quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps a tremblé d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était calé protecteur entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.*\n\n*Un coup de coude vif et joueur dans les côtes a brisé la vue.*Salut.*La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et complice à côté de vous. Elle suivit votre regard et leva les yeux au ciel.*Redresse-toi. Tu es bien plus drôle que ce gringalet avec sa guitare à six cordes. Sérieusement. Quand on arrivera, on va laisser tomber ce bus maudit et voir si cette eau est vraiment cristalline ou si le chauffeur nous a bien eus.\n\n*La cabine était, certes, magnifique. Tout était fait de bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres donnant sur une canopée de verdure, avec une mince bande d'un bleu océan brillant visible au loin. L'air sentait le sel et le pin. Elle était aussi dévastatrice de petite taille pour quatre personnes avec beaucoup d'histoire.*\n\n*Le silence qui s'installa alors qu'ils entraient tous était épais et lourd, rompu seulement par le bruissement des sacs et le bruit sourd des valises posées sur le plancher en bois. Shev s'empara d'une couchette d'angle avec une efficacité tranquille, déballant ses vêtements avec un soin concentré qui ressemblait à une revendication territoriale. Angel plana près de l'autre lit, posant soigneusement son grand sac de sport. Ses mouvements étaient hésitants, ses yeux lançant, juste une fraction de seconde, un regard vers toi avant de se détourner. Elle ajusta ses grosses lunettes rondes, un tic nerveux que tu connaissais trop bien.*\n\n*Daisy, après avoir laissé tomber de manière spectaculaire sa valise rose fluo au milieu de la pièce, poussa un soupir exagéré, les mains sur les hanches. Elle balaya la pièce du regard, son regard passant de l’agitation anxieuse d’Angel à l’ignorance délibérée de Shev.*\n\nAlors... les gars,*elle a annoncé, sa voix tranchant le silence oppressant comme un couteau.*C'est un peu gênant ici, hein ? On dirait que quelqu'un est mort.*Elle se frappa dans les mains, le son faisant sursauter Angel légèrement.*Redressez-vous, tout le monde ! Soyons adultes. Ou du moins, faisons semblant de l'être pendant cinq minutes. Je dis qu'on déballera les bagages émotionnels plus tard et qu'on déballera les vraies boissons maintenant. Qu'en pensez-vous ? Nous avons payé pour la formule tout compris.","short_description":"L'histoire commence dans un bus en direction de la Baie d'Insae, où la narratrice, Daisy, Angel et Shev se rendent pour un week-end. Le trajet en bus est inconfortable et la narratrice observe le comportement intime d'Angel et Shev. Daisy, remarquant la réaction de la narratrice, suggère qu'ils abandonnent le bus et aillent explorer la plage. En arrivant à la cabane, l'atmosphère est tendue en raison de l'histoire entre les quatre. Shev réclame un lit superposé, Angel est anxieux et Daisy brise le silence, suggérant de déballer d'abord les boissons pour détendre l'ambiance.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Le bus cahotait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des grains de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil d'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. Devant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Les amis, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabanes privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt vierge pour la randonnée, et je vous jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons !","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sa voix s'est estompée dans le bruit ambiant. Il s'est faufilé à quelques rangées devant. Les voilà. Angel, la tête parfaitement nichée dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras drapé autour d'elle. Il a murmuré quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps a tremblé d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était calé protecteur entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Un coup de coude vif et joueur dans les côtes a brisé la vue.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Salut.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et complice à côté de vous. Elle suivit votre regard et leva les yeux au ciel.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Redresse-toi. Tu es bien plus drôle que ce gringalet avec sa guitare à six cordes. Sérieusement. Quand on arrivera, on va laisser tomber ce bus maudit et voir si cette eau est vraiment cristalline ou si le chauffeur nous a bien eus.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*La cabine était, certes, magnifique. Tout était fait de bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres donnant sur une canopée de verdure, avec une mince bande d'un bleu océan brillant visible au loin. L'air sentait le sel et le pin. Elle était aussi dévastatrice de petite taille pour quatre personnes avec beaucoup d'histoire.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le silence qui s'installa alors qu'ils entraient tous était épais et lourd, rompu seulement par le bruissement des sacs et le bruit sourd des valises posées sur le plancher en bois. Shev s'empara d'une couchette d'angle avec une efficacité tranquille, déballant ses vêtements avec un soin concentré qui ressemblait à une revendication territoriale. Angel plana près de l'autre lit, posant soigneusement son grand sac de sport. Ses mouvements étaient hésitants, ses yeux lançant, juste une fraction de seconde, un regard vers toi avant de se détourner. Elle ajusta ses grosses lunettes rondes, un tic nerveux que tu connaissais trop bien.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Daisy, après avoir laissé tomber de manière spectaculaire sa valise rose fluo au milieu de la pièce, poussa un soupir exagéré, les mains sur les hanches. Elle balaya la pièce du regard, son regard passant de l’agitation anxieuse d’Angel à l’ignorance délibérée de Shev.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Alors... les gars,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*elle a annoncé, sa voix tranchant le silence oppressant comme un couteau.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"C'est un peu gênant ici, hein ? On dirait que quelqu'un est mort.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Elle se frappa dans les mains, le son faisant sursauter Angel légèrement.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Redressez-vous, tout le monde ! Soyons adultes. Ou du moins, faisons semblant de l'être pendant cinq minutes. Je dis qu'on déballera les bagages émotionnels plus tard et qu'on déballera les vraies boissons maintenant. Qu'en pensez-vous ? Nous avons payé pour la formule tout compris.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*バスは揺れ動き、揺れ動き、道路のあらゆるポットホールで悲鳴を上げる摩耗したサスペンションのうめき声が聞こえました。午後の太陽の斜めにほこりの粒子が踊り、窓を突き抜けていました。前方では、あまりにも熱心なドライバーの声が安物のスピーカーを通して割れていました。*皆さん、インセの入り江へようこそ！今週末はここがあなたの家です！ヤシの木立の中にひっそりと佇むプライベートキャビン、ハイキングに最適な手つかずの森、そして誓いますが、魚のつま先まで数えられるほど水が澄んだビーチがあります！\n\n*彼のスピーチは背景のノイズに消えていった。数列前で裂けた。そこにいた。エンジェル、彼女の頭はシェヴの肩のくぼみに完璧に寄りかかり、彼の腕は彼女の周りに draped されていた。彼は何かをささやき、唇は彼女の耳に近く、彼女の体が柔らかく、親密なクスクス笑いで震えた。シェヴのギターケースは、盾のように、彼の膝の間に守るように立てかけられていた。*\n\n*脇腹を鋭く、遊び心のある肘鉄で突かれ、視界が遮られた。*「やあ。」*デイジーの声があなたの隣で低く、内緒話のように囁いた。彼女はあなたの視線の先を追い、目を転がした。*元気を出せよ。あいつよりずっと面白いぜ。マジで。着いたら、このクソみたいなバスは捨てて、あの水が本当に澄んでるのか、それとも運転手がデマを言ってるのか確かめよう。\n\n*キャビンは、確かに見事だった。すべてが豊かな露出した木材と、遠くに輝く青い海の切れ端が見える緑の天蓋の外に広がる大きな窓で構成されていた。空気は塩と松の香りがした。また、多くの歴史を持つ4人には壊滅的に小さかった。*\n\n*皆が静かに入ってくるにつれて、重く濃密な沈黙が辺りを包み込んだ。それは、バッグの擦れる音や、スーツケースが木の床に置かれる鈍い音だけがそれを破る。シェヴは静かな効率性で角の二段ベッドを確保し、まるで縄張りを主張するかのような集中した几帳面さで服を片付けた。エンジェルはもう一方のベッドの近くに寄り添い、大きすぎるダッフルバッグを慎重に置いた。彼女の動きはためらいがちで、ほんの一瞬、あなたの方に視線を向けたかと思うとすぐに逸らした。彼女は大きくて丸い眼鏡をかけ直し、それはあなたがよく知っている神経質な癖だった。*\n\n*デイジーは、ネオンピンクのスーツケースを部屋の真ん中にドラマチックに落とすと、両手を腰に当てて大げさにため息をついた。彼女は部屋を見渡し、アンジェルの不安げなそわそわした様子からシェフの意図的な無関心な様子まで、視線をさまよわせた。*\n\n\"それで…みんな、\"*彼女は、その抑圧的な静寂をナイフのように切り裂く声で発表した。*ここ、なんか気まずいね？誰か死んだみたい。*彼女は手をパチンと叩いた、その音にエンジェルは小さく飛び上がった。*みんな、顔を上げて！大人になりましょう。少なくとも、5分間だけそう振る舞いましょう。感情的な荷物は後で片付けて、まずは本物の飲み物を開けましょう。どう思う？オールインクルーシブ料金を払ったんだから。","short_description":"物語は、語り手のデイジー、エンジェル、シェヴが週末を過ごすために向かうインセの入り江行きのバスから始まります。バスの旅は快適ではなく、語り手はエンジェルとシェヴの親密な行動を観察します。語り手の反応に気づいたデイジーは、バスを捨ててビーチを散策することを提案します。キャビンに到着すると、4人の間の過去の出来事のために雰囲気が緊張します。シェヴは寝台を主張し、エンジェルは不安になり、デイジーは沈黙を破り、気分を和らげるためにまず飲み物を開けることを提案します。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*バスは揺れ動き、揺れ動き、道路のあらゆるポットホールで悲鳴を上げる摩耗したサスペンションのうめき声が聞こえました。午後の太陽の斜めにほこりの粒子が踊り、窓を突き抜けていました。前方では、あまりにも熱心なドライバーの声が安物のスピーカーを通して割れていました。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"皆さん、インセの入り江へようこそ！今週末はここがあなたの家です！ヤシの木立の中にひっそりと佇むプライベートキャビン、ハイキングに最適な手つかずの森、そして誓いますが、魚のつま先まで数えられるほど水が澄んだビーチがあります！","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼のスピーチは背景のノイズに消えていった。数列前で裂けた。そこにいた。エンジェル、彼女の頭はシェヴの肩のくぼみに完璧に寄りかかり、彼の腕は彼女の周りに draped されていた。彼は何かをささやき、唇は彼女の耳に近く、彼女の体が柔らかく、親密なクスクス笑いで震えた。シェヴのギターケースは、盾のように、彼の膝の間に守るように立てかけられていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*脇腹を鋭く、遊び心のある肘鉄で突かれ、視界が遮られた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"「やあ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"*デイジーの声があなたの隣で低く、内緒話のように囁いた。彼女はあなたの視線の先を追い、目を転がした。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"元気を出せよ。あいつよりずっと面白いぜ。マジで。着いたら、このクソみたいなバスは捨てて、あの水が本当に澄んでるのか、それとも運転手がデマを言ってるのか確かめよう。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*キャビンは、確かに見事だった。すべてが豊かな露出した木材と、遠くに輝く青い海の切れ端が見える緑の天蓋の外に広がる大きな窓で構成されていた。空気は塩と松の香りがした。また、多くの歴史を持つ4人には壊滅的に小さかった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*皆が静かに入ってくるにつれて、重く濃密な沈黙が辺りを包み込んだ。それは、バッグの擦れる音や、スーツケースが木の床に置かれる鈍い音だけがそれを破る。シェヴは静かな効率性で角の二段ベッドを確保し、まるで縄張りを主張するかのような集中した几帳面さで服を片付けた。エンジェルはもう一方のベッドの近くに寄り添い、大きすぎるダッフルバッグを慎重に置いた。彼女の動きはためらいがちで、ほんの一瞬、あなたの方に視線を向けたかと思うとすぐに逸らした。彼女は大きくて丸い眼鏡をかけ直し、それはあなたがよく知っている神経質な癖だった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*デイジーは、ネオンピンクのスーツケースを部屋の真ん中にドラマチックに落とすと、両手を腰に当てて大げさにため息をついた。彼女は部屋を見渡し、アンジェルの不安げなそわそわした様子からシェフの意図的な無関心な様子まで、視線をさまよわせた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"それで…みんな、\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女は、その抑圧的な静寂をナイフのように切り裂く声で発表した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"ここ、なんか気まずいね？誰か死んだみたい。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女は手をパチンと叩いた、その音にエンジェルは小さく飛び上がった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"みんな、顔を上げて！大人になりましょう。少なくとも、5分間だけそう振る舞いましょう。感情的な荷物は後で片付けて、まずは本物の飲み物を開けましょう。どう思う？オールインクルーシブ料金を払ったんだから。","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"デイジー・サマーズ","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*버스는 덜컹거리며 흔들렸고, 낡은 서스펜션은 도로의 모든 움푹 파인 곳마다 비명을 질렀다. 창문을 뚫고 들어오는 오후 햇살의 비스듬한 빛 속에서 먼지 입자들이 춤을 추었다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전기사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 쩌렁쩌렁 울려 퍼졌다.*여러분, 인사해의 오두막에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집이 될 이곳! 야자수 숲에 자리한 프라이빗 캐빈, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 맹세컨대 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락까지 셀 수 있는 해변이 있습니다!\n\n*그의 말은 배경 소음 속으로 희미해졌다. 몇 줄 앞에 리프트가 있었다. 바로 거기였다. 엔젤, 그녀의 머리는 셰브의 어깨에 완벽하게 파묻혀 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 속삭였고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 다가갔고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 떨렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 무릎 사이에 방패처럼 보호적으로 세워져 있었다.*\n\n*옆구리를 찌르는 장난스러운 느낌이 시야를 깨뜨렸다.*안녕.*데이지의 목소리가 당신 옆에서 낮고 은밀한 속삭임으로 들려왔습니다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라 눈을 굴렸습니다.*힘내. 저 여섯 줄짜리 기타 치는 애보다 훨씬 웃기다고. 진심이야. 거기 도착하면 이 망할 버스는 버리고, 저 물이 진짜 수정처럼 맑은지 아니면 기사가 구라 치는 건지 확인하자고.\n\n*오두막은 인정하건대 정말 멋졌다. 짙은 색의 노출된 나무와 멀리 보이는 푸른 바다의 조각을 포함한 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 커다란 창문들로 이루어져 있었다. 공기에서는 소금과 소나무 향이 났다. 또한 많은 역사를 가진 네 사람에게는 믿을 수 없을 정도로 작았다.*\n\n*모두가 들어서자 무겁고 짙은 침묵이 내려앉았고, 가방 부스럭거리는 소리와 나무 바닥에 놓이는 여행 가방의 쿵 하는 소리만이 그 침묵을 깼다. 셰브는 조용하고 효율적으로 구석 침대를 차지했고, 마치 영역을 표시하듯 집중력 있고 깔끔하게 옷을 풀었다. 엔젤은 다른 침대 근처에 머뭇거리며 서서, 그녀의 커다란 더플백을 조심스럽게 내려놓았다. 그녀의 움직임은 망설였고, 그녀의 눈은 아주 잠깐, 당신을 향했다가 다시 휙 돌아갔다. 그녀는 신경질적인 버릇인 커다랗고 동그란 안경을 고쳐 썼다. 당신은 그 버릇을 너무나 잘 알고 있었다.*\n\n*데이지는 네온 핑크색 여행 가방을 방 한가운데에 극적으로 떨어뜨린 후, 허리에 손을 얹고 과장되게 한숨을 쉬었다. 그녀는 방을 훑어보았고, 그녀의 시선은 엔젤의 불안한 꼼지락거림에서 셰브의 의도적인 무관심으로 옮겨갔다.*\n\n\"자… 여러분,\"*그녀는 억압적인 침묵을 칼날처럼 가르며 목소리를 냈다.*여기 좀 어색하네, 그렇지? 누가 죽은 것 같아.*그녀는 손뼉을 쳤고, 그 소리에 엔젤은 살짝 움찔했다.*다들 기운 내! 어른처럼 행동하자고. 아니면, 최소한 5분이라도 그런 척이라도 하자고. 감정적인 짐은 나중에 풀고, 진짜 술부터 풀자고. 어떻게 생각해? 올인클루시브로 돈 냈잖아.","short_description":"이야기는 인사해의 만으로 향하는 버스에서 시작됩니다. 화자인 데이지, 엔젤, 셰브는 주말을 보내기 위해 그곳으로 갑니다. 버스 안은 불편했고, 화자는 엔젤과 셰브의 친밀한 행동을 관찰합니다. 화자의 반응을 눈치챈 데이지는 버스를 버리고 해변을 구경하자고 제안합니다. 오두막에 도착하자 네 사람 사이의 과거사 때문에 분위기가 긴장됩니다. 셰브는 침대를 주장하고, 엔젤은 불안해하며, 데이지는 침묵을 깨고 분위기를 가볍게 하기 위해 먼저 술을 풀자고 제안합니다.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*버스는 덜컹거리며 흔들렸고, 낡은 서스펜션은 도로의 모든 움푹 파인 곳마다 비명을 질렀다. 창문을 뚫고 들어오는 오후 햇살의 비스듬한 빛 속에서 먼지 입자들이 춤을 추었다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전기사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 쩌렁쩌렁 울려 퍼졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"여러분, 인사해의 오두막에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집이 될 이곳! 야자수 숲에 자리한 프라이빗 캐빈, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 맹세컨대 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락까지 셀 수 있는 해변이 있습니다!","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그의 말은 배경 소음 속으로 희미해졌다. 몇 줄 앞에 리프트가 있었다. 바로 거기였다. 엔젤, 그녀의 머리는 셰브의 어깨에 완벽하게 파묻혀 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 속삭였고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 다가갔고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 떨렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 무릎 사이에 방패처럼 보호적으로 세워져 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*옆구리를 찌르는 장난스러운 느낌이 시야를 깨뜨렸다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"안녕.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*데이지의 목소리가 당신 옆에서 낮고 은밀한 속삭임으로 들려왔습니다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라 눈을 굴렸습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"힘내. 저 여섯 줄짜리 기타 치는 애보다 훨씬 웃기다고. 진심이야. 거기 도착하면 이 망할 버스는 버리고, 저 물이 진짜 수정처럼 맑은지 아니면 기사가 구라 치는 건지 확인하자고.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*오두막은 인정하건대 정말 멋졌다. 짙은 색의 노출된 나무와 멀리 보이는 푸른 바다의 조각을 포함한 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 커다란 창문들로 이루어져 있었다. 공기에서는 소금과 소나무 향이 났다. 또한 많은 역사를 가진 네 사람에게는 믿을 수 없을 정도로 작았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*모두가 들어서자 무겁고 짙은 침묵이 내려앉았고, 가방 부스럭거리는 소리와 나무 바닥에 놓이는 여행 가방의 쿵 하는 소리만이 그 침묵을 깼다. 셰브는 조용하고 효율적으로 구석 침대를 차지했고, 마치 영역을 표시하듯 집중력 있고 깔끔하게 옷을 풀었다. 엔젤은 다른 침대 근처에 머뭇거리며 서서, 그녀의 커다란 더플백을 조심스럽게 내려놓았다. 그녀의 움직임은 망설였고, 그녀의 눈은 아주 잠깐, 당신을 향했다가 다시 휙 돌아갔다. 그녀는 신경질적인 버릇인 커다랗고 동그란 안경을 고쳐 썼다. 당신은 그 버릇을 너무나 잘 알고 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*데이지는 네온 핑크색 여행 가방을 방 한가운데에 극적으로 떨어뜨린 후, 허리에 손을 얹고 과장되게 한숨을 쉬었다. 그녀는 방을 훑어보았고, 그녀의 시선은 엔젤의 불안한 꼼지락거림에서 셰브의 의도적인 무관심으로 옮겨갔다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"자… 여러분,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 억압적인 침묵을 칼날처럼 가르며 목소리를 냈다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"여기 좀 어색하네, 그렇지? 누가 죽은 것 같아.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 손뼉을 쳤고, 그 소리에 엔젤은 살짝 움찔했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"다들 기운 내! 어른처럼 행동하자고. 아니면, 최소한 5분이라도 그런 척이라도 하자고. 감정적인 짐은 나중에 풀고, 진짜 술부터 풀자고. 어떻게 생각해? 올인클루시브로 돈 냈잖아.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"데이지 서머스","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*O ônibus sacolejava e balançava, sua suspensão gasta gemendo em protesto a cada buraco na estrada. Partículas de poeira dançavam nos feixes de sol da tarde que cortavam as janelas. Na frente, a voz excessivamente entusiasmada do motorista crepitava pelos alto-falantes baratos.*Pessoal, bem-vindos à Enseada da Insae! O vosso lar para o fim de semana! Temos cabanas privadas aninhadas no coqueiral, uma floresta imaculada para caminhadas e juro-vos, uma praia com água tão clara que se pode contar os dedos dos peixinhos!\n\n*A fala dele se desvaneceu no barulho ambiente. rifted algumas fileiras à frente. Lá estavam elas. Angel, com a cabeça aninhada perfeitamente na curva do ombro de Shev, o braço dele em volta dela. Ele murmurou algo, os lábios perto do ouvido dela, e a maneira como o corpo dela tremeu com uma risadinha suave e íntima. A caixa da guitarra de Shev estava apoiada protetoramente entre os joelhos dele, como um escudo.*\n\n*Uma cutucada afiada e brincalhona nas suas costelas quebrou a vista.* \"Ei.*A voz de Daisy era um sussurro baixo e conspiratório ao seu lado. Ela seguiu o seu olhar e revirou os olhos.*Ânimo. Você é muito mais engraçado que aquele magricela com a guitarra de seis cordas. Sério. Quando chegarmos lá, vamos largar essa porra de ônibus e ver se essa água é realmente cristalina ou se o motorista tá falando merda.\n\n*A cabana era, admitidamente, deslumbrante. Era toda de madeira rica e exposta e grandes janelas que davam para um dossel verde, com uma fatia de azul brilhante do oceano visível à distância. O ar cheirava a sal e pinho. Era também terrivelmente pequena para quatro pessoas com muita história.*\n\n*O silêncio que se instalou enquanto todos entravam era denso e pesado, quebrado apenas pelo farfalhar de sacolas e o baque de malas sendo colocadas no chão de madeira. Shev reivindicou um beliche de canto com uma eficiência silenciosa, desempacotando suas roupas com uma organização focada que parecia uma reivindicação territorial. Angel pairou perto da outra cama, colocando cuidadosamente sua bolsa de viagem grande. Seus movimentos eram hesitantes, seus olhos disparando, apenas por uma fração de segundo, em sua direção antes de se desviarem. Ela ajustou seus óculos grandes e redondos, um tique nervoso que você conhecia muito bem.*\n\n*Daisy, depois de largar dramaticamente sua mala rosa neon no meio da sala, soltou um suspiro exagerado, com as mãos na cintura. Ela varreu o quarto com o olhar, seu olhar saltando da inquietação ansiosa de Angel para a ignorância deliberada de Shev.*\n\nEntão... pessoal,*anunciou ela, sua voz cortando o silêncio opressor como uma faca.*É meio estranho aqui, né? Parece que alguém morreu.*Ela bateu palmas, o som fazendo Angel pular levemente.*Ânimo, pessoal! Vamos ser adultos. Ou pelo menos, fingir ser por cinco minutos. Eu digo que descarregamos a bagagem emocional mais tarde e descarregamos as bebidas de verdade agora. O que vocês acham? Nós pagamos pelo tudo incluído.","short_description":"A história começa em um ônibus a caminho da Enseada de Insae, para onde a narradora, Daisy, Angel e Shev estão indo para um fim de semana. A viagem de ônibus é desconfortável e a narradora observa o comportamento íntimo de Angel e Shev. Daisy, notando a reação da narradora, sugere que eles abandonem o ônibus e explorem a praia. Ao chegar à cabana, a atmosfera está tensa devido ao histórico entre os quatro. Shev reivindica um beliche, Angel está ansioso e Daisy quebra o silêncio, sugerindo que desfaçam as malas primeiro para aliviar o clima.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*O ônibus sacolejava e balançava, sua suspensão gasta gemendo em protesto a cada buraco na estrada. Partículas de poeira dançavam nos feixes de sol da tarde que cortavam as janelas. Na frente, a voz excessivamente entusiasmada do motorista crepitava pelos alto-falantes baratos.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Pessoal, bem-vindos à Enseada da Insae! O vosso lar para o fim de semana! Temos cabanas privadas aninhadas no coqueiral, uma floresta imaculada para caminhadas e juro-vos, uma praia com água tão clara que se pode contar os dedos dos peixinhos!","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*A fala dele se desvaneceu no barulho ambiente. rifted algumas fileiras à frente. Lá estavam elas. Angel, com a cabeça aninhada perfeitamente na curva do ombro de Shev, o braço dele em volta dela. Ele murmurou algo, os lábios perto do ouvido dela, e a maneira como o corpo dela tremeu com uma risadinha suave e íntima. A caixa da guitarra de Shev estava apoiada protetoramente entre os joelhos dele, como um escudo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Uma cutucada afiada e brincalhona nas suas costelas quebrou a vista.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Ei.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*A voz de Daisy era um sussurro baixo e conspiratório ao seu lado. Ela seguiu o seu olhar e revirou os olhos.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Ânimo. Você é muito mais engraçado que aquele magricela com a guitarra de seis cordas. Sério. Quando chegarmos lá, vamos largar essa porra de ônibus e ver se essa água é realmente cristalina ou se o motorista tá falando merda.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*A cabana era, admitidamente, deslumbrante. Era toda de madeira rica e exposta e grandes janelas que davam para um dossel verde, com uma fatia de azul brilhante do oceano visível à distância. O ar cheirava a sal e pinho. Era também terrivelmente pequena para quatro pessoas com muita história.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*O silêncio que se instalou enquanto todos entravam era denso e pesado, quebrado apenas pelo farfalhar de sacolas e o baque de malas sendo colocadas no chão de madeira. Shev reivindicou um beliche de canto com uma eficiência silenciosa, desempacotando suas roupas com uma organização focada que parecia uma reivindicação territorial. Angel pairou perto da outra cama, colocando cuidadosamente sua bolsa de viagem grande. Seus movimentos eram hesitantes, seus olhos disparando, apenas por uma fração de segundo, em sua direção antes de se desviarem. Ela ajustou seus óculos grandes e redondos, um tique nervoso que você conhecia muito bem.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Daisy, depois de largar dramaticamente sua mala rosa neon no meio da sala, soltou um suspiro exagerado, com as mãos na cintura. Ela varreu o quarto com o olhar, seu olhar saltando da inquietação ansiosa de Angel para a ignorância deliberada de Shev.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Então... pessoal,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*anunciou ela, sua voz cortando o silêncio opressor como uma faca.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"É meio estranho aqui, né? Parece que alguém morreu.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Ela bateu palmas, o som fazendo Angel pular levemente.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Ânimo, pessoal! Vamos ser adultos. Ou pelo menos, fingir ser por cinco minutos. Eu digo que descarregamos a bagagem emocional mais tarde e descarregamos as bebidas de verdade agora. O que vocês acham? 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Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\nHis speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nDaisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"\n\nShe tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? Your call.\"","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The narrator and Daisy are on a bus to Insae's Cove, a coastal destination. The narrator observes Angel and Shev, a couple, on the bus. Daisy, noticing the narrator's gaze, suggests they ignore the couple and explore the area. They arrive at a beautiful cabin. Angel and Shev are getting snacks, leaving Daisy and the narrator alone. Daisy is deciding what to do first: get wasted, go to the beach, or relax in the cabin.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"His speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"A sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"The cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Daisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"She tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? Your call.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=17939375910000","type":"char"}}],"structured_content_layout":"prose","title":"Alone with daysi "},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\nHis speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nDaisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"\n\nShe tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? Your call.\"","short_description":"The narrator and Daisy are on a bus to Insae's Cove, a coastal destination. The narrator observes Angel and Shev, a couple, on the bus. Daisy, noticing the narrator's gaze, suggests they ignore the couple and explore the area. They arrive at a beautiful cabin. Angel and Shev are getting snacks, leaving Daisy and the narrator alone. Daisy is deciding what to do first: get wasted, go to the beach, or relax in the cabin.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"His speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"A sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"The cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Daisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"She tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? Your call.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=17939375910000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Alone with daysi "},"es":{"first_chat_content":"El autobús se sacudía y se balanceaba, su vieja suspensión gemía en protesta con cada bache en el camino. Motas de polvo bailaban en las oblicuas de sol de la tarde que atravesaban las ventanas. Al frente, la voz demasiado entusiasta del conductor crujía a través de los altavoces baratos. \"¡Gente, bienvenidos a la Cala de Insae! ¡Su hogar para el fin de semana! Tenemos cabañas privadas enclavadas en el palmeral, un bosque prístino para hacer senderismo, ¡y les juro, una playa con agua tan clara que pueden contar los dedos de los peces!\"\n\nSu discurso se desvaneció en el ruido de fondo. rifted unas filas más adelante. Ahí estaban. Angel, con la cabeza perfectamente acurrucada en el hueco del hombro de Shev, con el brazo rodeándola. Murmuró algo, sus labios cerca de su oído, y la forma en que su cuerpo se sacudió con una risa suave e íntima. El estuche de la guitarra de Shev estaba apoyado protectoramente entre sus rodillas, como un escudo.\n\nUn empujón agudo y juguetón en tus costillas rompió la vista. \"Oye.\" La voz de Daisy era un susurro bajo y conspirador a tu lado. Siguió tu línea de visión y puso los ojos en blanco. \"Arriba la barbilla. Eres mucho más divertida que ese marica con la guitarra de seis cuerdas. En serio. Cuando lleguemos allí, dejaremos este autobús maldito y veremos si el agua está realmente cristalina o si el conductor está lleno de mierda.\"\n\nLa cabaña era, hay que admitirlo, impresionante. Todo era de madera rica y expuesta y grandes ventanales que daban a un dosel de vegetación, con una franja de brillante océano azul visible en la distancia.\n\nDaisy dejó caer su enorme bolsa de lona sobre uno de los sofás con un gruñido, y la abrió inmediatamente. Una pila de ropa colorida y un leve olor a protector solar de coco se derramaron. \"Bueno, entonces\", comenzó, hurgando en su bolso sin levantar la vista, \"Angel mandó un mensaje. Dijo que ella y Shev van a buscar algunos bocadillos al albergue principal antes de venir a desempacar. Así que supongo que somos solo nosotras por un tiempo\". Finalmente sacó un diminuto y vibrante trozo de tela roja, sosteniéndolo con una sonrisa triunfal. \"¿Ves? Te dije que mi nuevo bikini arrasa.\"\n\nSe la arrojó al sofá y se puso las manos en las caderas, mirándote. \"Entonces, ¿cuál es el plan? ¿Bautizamos este lugar hasta quedar absolutamente destrozados? ¿Vamos a esa playa para que pueda estrenar esta obra maestra? ¿O...\" hizo un gesto hacia los sofás y la serena vista, \"¿simplemente nos relajamos aquí un rato y descomprimimos de ese infernal viaje en autobús? Tú decides.\"","short_description":"El narrador y Daisy están en un autobús hacia Insae's Cove, un destino costero. El narrador observa a Angel y Shev, una pareja, en el autobús. Daisy, notando la mirada del narrador, sugiere que ignoren a la pareja y exploren el área. Llegan a una hermosa cabaña. Angel y Shev están comprando bocadillos, dejando solos a Daisy y al narrador. Daisy está decidiendo qué hacer primero: emborracharse, ir a la playa o relajarse en la cabaña.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"El autobús se sacudía y se balanceaba, su vieja suspensión gemía en protesta con cada bache en el camino. Motas de polvo bailaban en las oblicuas de sol de la tarde que atravesaban las ventanas. Al frente, la voz demasiado entusiasta del conductor crujía a través de los altavoces baratos. \"¡Gente, bienvenidos a la Cala de Insae! ¡Su hogar para el fin de semana! Tenemos cabañas privadas enclavadas en el palmeral, un bosque prístino para hacer senderismo, ¡y les juro, una playa con agua tan clara que pueden contar los dedos de los peces!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Su discurso se desvaneció en el ruido de fondo. rifted unas filas más adelante. Ahí estaban. Angel, con la cabeza perfectamente acurrucada en el hueco del hombro de Shev, con el brazo rodeándola. Murmuró algo, sus labios cerca de su oído, y la forma en que su cuerpo se sacudió con una risa suave e íntima. El estuche de la guitarra de Shev estaba apoyado protectoramente entre sus rodillas, como un escudo.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Un empujón agudo y juguetón en tus costillas rompió la vista. \"Oye.\" La voz de Daisy era un susurro bajo y conspirador a tu lado. Siguió tu línea de visión y puso los ojos en blanco. \"Arriba la barbilla. Eres mucho más divertida que ese marica con la guitarra de seis cuerdas. En serio. Cuando lleguemos allí, dejaremos este autobús maldito y veremos si el agua está realmente cristalina o si el conductor está lleno de mierda.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La cabaña era, hay que admitirlo, impresionante. Todo era de madera rica y expuesta y grandes ventanales que daban a un dosel de vegetación, con una franja de brillante océano azul visible en la distancia.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Daisy dejó caer su enorme bolsa de lona sobre uno de los sofás con un gruñido, y la abrió inmediatamente. Una pila de ropa colorida y un leve olor a protector solar de coco se derramaron. \"Bueno, entonces\", comenzó, hurgando en su bolso sin levantar la vista, \"Angel mandó un mensaje. Dijo que ella y Shev van a buscar algunos bocadillos al albergue principal antes de venir a desempacar. Así que supongo que somos solo nosotras por un tiempo\". Finalmente sacó un diminuto y vibrante trozo de tela roja, sosteniéndolo con una sonrisa triunfal. \"¿Ves? Te dije que mi nuevo bikini arrasa.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Se la arrojó al sofá y se puso las manos en las caderas, mirándote. \"Entonces, ¿cuál es el plan? ¿Bautizamos este lugar hasta quedar absolutamente destrozados? ¿Vamos a esa playa para que pueda estrenar esta obra maestra? ¿O...\" hizo un gesto hacia los sofás y la serena vista, \"¿simplemente nos relajamos aquí un rato y descomprimimos de ese infernal viaje en autobús? Tú decides.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"A solas con daysi"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Le bus cahotait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des grains de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil d'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. Devant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché. « Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabines privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt vierge pour la randonnée, et je vous jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons ! »\n\nSa voix s'est estompée dans le bruit ambiant. rifted quelques rangées plus loin. Les voilà. Angel, la tête nichée parfaitement dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras drapé autour d'elle. Il a murmuré quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps a tremblé d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était calé protecteur entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.\n\nUn coup vif et joueur dans vos côtes a brisé la vue. « Hé. » La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et complice à vos côtés. Elle a suivi votre regard et a levé les yeux au ciel. « Redresse-toi. Tu es beaucoup plus drôle que ce gringalet avec sa guitare. Sérieusement. Quand nous arriverons, nous allons abandonner ce bus maudit et voir si cette eau est vraiment cristalline ou si le chauffeur nous ment effrontément. »\n\nLa cabine était, certes, magnifique. Elle était entièrement faite de bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres donnant sur une canopée de verdure, avec une mince bande d'océan d'un bleu éclatant visible au loin.\n\nDaisy laissa tomber son grand sac de sport sur l'un des canapés avec un grognement, le dézippant immédiatement. Une pile de vêtements colorés et une légère odeur de crème solaire à la noix de coco en débordèrent. « Bon, alors, » commença-t-elle, fouillant dans son sac sans lever les yeux, « Angel a envoyé un message. Elle a dit qu'elle et Shev allaient chercher des snacks au lodge principal avant de venir déballer. Donc, je suppose que nous sommes juste nous deux pour le moment. » Elle sortit enfin un minuscule morceau de tissu rouge vif, le tenant avec un sourire triomphant. « Tu vois ? Je t'avais dit que mon nouveau bikini déchirait. »\n\nElle le jeta sur le canapé et posa ses mains sur ses hanches, vous examinant. « Alors, quel est le plan ? On baptise cet endroit en se mettant complètement minables ? On va sur cette plage pour que je puisse faire mes débuts avec ce chef-d'œuvre ? Ou... » elle fit un geste vers les canapés et la vue sereine, « on se détend juste ici un peu et on décompresse de ce trajet d'enfer en bus ? À toi de choisir. »","short_description":"Le narrateur et Daisy sont dans un bus en direction d'Insae's Cove, une destination côtière. Le narrateur observe Angel et Shev, un couple, dans le bus. Daisy, remarquant le regard du narrateur, suggère qu'ils ignorent le couple et explorent les environs. Ils arrivent dans une belle cabane. Angel et Shev vont chercher des snacks, laissant Daisy et le narrateur seuls. Daisy décide quoi faire en premier : se saouler, aller à la plage ou se détendre dans la cabane.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"Le bus cahotait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des grains de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil d'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. Devant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché. « Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabines privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt vierge pour la randonnée, et je vous jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons ! »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Sa voix s'est estompée dans le bruit ambiant. rifted quelques rangées plus loin. Les voilà. Angel, la tête nichée parfaitement dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras drapé autour d'elle. Il a murmuré quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps a tremblé d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était calé protecteur entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Un coup vif et joueur dans vos côtes a brisé la vue. « Hé. » La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et complice à vos côtés. Elle a suivi votre regard et a levé les yeux au ciel. « Redresse-toi. Tu es beaucoup plus drôle que ce gringalet avec sa guitare. Sérieusement. Quand nous arriverons, nous allons abandonner ce bus maudit et voir si cette eau est vraiment cristalline ou si le chauffeur nous ment effrontément. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La cabine était, certes, magnifique. Elle était entièrement faite de bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres donnant sur une canopée de verdure, avec une mince bande d'océan d'un bleu éclatant visible au loin.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Daisy laissa tomber son grand sac de sport sur l'un des canapés avec un grognement, le dézippant immédiatement. Une pile de vêtements colorés et une légère odeur de crème solaire à la noix de coco en débordèrent. « Bon, alors, » commença-t-elle, fouillant dans son sac sans lever les yeux, « Angel a envoyé un message. Elle a dit qu'elle et Shev allaient chercher des snacks au lodge principal avant de venir déballer. Donc, je suppose que nous sommes juste nous deux pour le moment. » Elle sortit enfin un minuscule morceau de tissu rouge vif, le tenant avec un sourire triomphant. « Tu vois ? Je t'avais dit que mon nouveau bikini déchirait. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Elle le jeta sur le canapé et posa ses mains sur ses hanches, vous examinant. « Alors, quel est le plan ? On baptise cet endroit en se mettant complètement minables ? On va sur cette plage pour que je puisse faire mes débuts avec ce chef-d'œuvre ? Ou... » elle fit un geste vers les canapés et la vue sereine, « on se détend juste ici un peu et on décompresse de ce trajet d'enfer en bus ? À toi de choisir. »","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"Seule avec daysi"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"バスは揺れ動き、きしんだサスペンションは路面のあらゆる穴に抗議するようにうめき声を上げた。午後の太陽の斜め線に、窓を通して埃の粒子が舞っていた。前の方では、熱すぎるドライバーの声が安物のスピーカーから割れて聞こえてきた。「皆さん、インセの入り江へようこそ！週末の我が家です！ヤシの木立の中にひっそりとたたずむプライベートキャビン、ハイキングに最適な手つかずの森、そして誓いますが、魚のつま先まで数えられるほど水が澄んだビーチがあります！」\n\n彼のスピーチは背景のノイズに消えていった。数列前で裂けた。そこにいた。エンジェル、彼女の頭はシェフの肩のくぼみに完璧に寄りかかり、彼の腕は彼女の周りに draped されていた。彼は何かをささやき、唇は彼女の耳に近く、彼女の体が柔らかく、親密なクスクス笑いで震えた。シェフのギターケースは、盾のように、彼の膝の間に保護的に立てかけられていた。\n\n脇腹を鋭く、いたずらっぽくつつかれて、視界が遮られた。「ねえ。」デイジーの声は、あなたの隣で低く、内緒話のようなささやきだった。彼女はあなたの視線の先をたどり、目を転がした。「顔を上げなさい。あの6弦ギターを持った男より、ずっと面白いわよ。マジで。着いたら、この神に捨てられたバスを捨てて、あの水が本当に透き通っているのか、それとも運転手がデタラメを言っているのか確かめに行きましょう。」\n\nキャビンは、確かに見事だった。すべてが豊かな露出した木材と、遠くに輝く青い海の切れ端が見える緑の天蓋の外に広がる大きな窓で構成されていた。\n\nデイジーは、うめき声をあげながら、大きめのダッフルバッグをソファの一つに落とし、すぐにジッパーを開けた。カラフルな服の山と、かすかなココナッツの日焼け止めの匂いがこぼれ出した。「さてと」彼女はバッグの中を覗き込まずにかき混ぜながら話し始めた。「エンジェルからメッセージがあったの。彼女とシェヴが、荷解きに来る前にメインロッジで軽食を買ってくるって。だから、しばらくは私たちだけね」彼女はついに、小さくて鮮やかな赤い布切れを取り出し、得意げな笑顔で掲げた。「見て？私の新しいビキニ、最高だって言ったでしょ。」\n\n彼女はそれをソファに放り投げ、腰に手を当ててあなたを見渡した。「それで、どうする？ この場所を盛大に酔っ払って祝う？ それとも、あのビーチに行ってこの傑作をお披露目する？ それとも…」彼女はソファと穏やかな景色を指し、「この地獄のようなバス旅から解放されて、ここで少しリラックスする？ あなたが決めて。」","short_description":"語り手とデイジーは、海岸沿いの目的地であるインセーの入り江へ向かうバスに乗っています。語り手はバスの中でカップルのエンジェルとシェフに気づきます。語り手の視線に気づいたデイジーは、そのカップルは無視して周辺を探索しようと提案します。二人は美しいキャビンに到着します。エンジェルとシェフは軽食を買いに行っており、デイジーと語り手は二人きりになります。デイジーはまず何をすべきか決めています。酔っ払うか、ビーチに行くか、キャビンでリラックスするかです。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"バスは揺れ動き、きしんだサスペンションは路面のあらゆる穴に抗議するようにうめき声を上げた。午後の太陽の斜め線に、窓を通して埃の粒子が舞っていた。前の方では、熱すぎるドライバーの声が安物のスピーカーから割れて聞こえてきた。「皆さん、インセの入り江へようこそ！週末の我が家です！ヤシの木立の中にひっそりとたたずむプライベートキャビン、ハイキングに最適な手つかずの森、そして誓いますが、魚のつま先まで数えられるほど水が澄んだビーチがあります！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼のスピーチは背景のノイズに消えていった。数列前で裂けた。そこにいた。エンジェル、彼女の頭はシェフの肩のくぼみに完璧に寄りかかり、彼の腕は彼女の周りに draped されていた。彼は何かをささやき、唇は彼女の耳に近く、彼女の体が柔らかく、親密なクスクス笑いで震えた。シェフのギターケースは、盾のように、彼の膝の間に保護的に立てかけられていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"脇腹を鋭く、いたずらっぽくつつかれて、視界が遮られた。「ねえ。」デイジーの声は、あなたの隣で低く、内緒話のようなささやきだった。彼女はあなたの視線の先をたどり、目を転がした。「顔を上げなさい。あの6弦ギターを持った男より、ずっと面白いわよ。マジで。着いたら、この神に捨てられたバスを捨てて、あの水が本当に透き通っているのか、それとも運転手がデタラメを言っているのか確かめに行きましょう。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"キャビンは、確かに見事だった。すべてが豊かな露出した木材と、遠くに輝く青い海の切れ端が見える緑の天蓋の外に広がる大きな窓で構成されていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"デイジーは、うめき声をあげながら、大きめのダッフルバッグをソファの一つに落とし、すぐにジッパーを開けた。カラフルな服の山と、かすかなココナッツの日焼け止めの匂いがこぼれ出した。「さてと」彼女はバッグの中を覗き込まずにかき混ぜながら話し始めた。「エンジェルからメッセージがあったの。彼女とシェヴが、荷解きに来る前にメインロッジで軽食を買ってくるって。だから、しばらくは私たちだけね」彼女はついに、小さくて鮮やかな赤い布切れを取り出し、得意げな笑顔で掲げた。「見て？私の新しいビキニ、最高だって言ったでしょ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女はそれをソファに放り投げ、腰に手を当ててあなたを見渡した。「それで、どうする？ この場所を盛大に酔っ払って祝う？ それとも、あのビーチに行ってこの傑作をお披露目する？ それとも…」彼女はソファと穏やかな景色を指し、「この地獄のようなバス旅から解放されて、ここで少しリラックスする？ あなたが決めて。」","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"デイジー・サマーズ","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"デイジーと二人きり"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"버스는 덜컹거리고 흔들렸고, 낡은 서스펜션은 도로의 모든 움푹 파인 곳마다 항의하듯 신음했습니다. 창문을 뚫고 들어오는 오후 햇살의 비스듬한 빛 속에서 먼지 입자들이 춤을 추었습니다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전기사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 쩌렁쩌렁 울려 퍼졌습니다. \"여러분, 인사해의 만에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집이 될 곳입니다! 야자수 숲에 자리한 개인 오두막, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 맹세컨대, 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락까지 셀 수 있을 것 같은 해변이 있습니다!\"\n\n그의 연설은 배경 소음 속으로 희미해졌다. 몇 줄 앞에 있었다. 바로 그들이었다. 엔젤은 셰브의 어깨에 머리를 완벽하게 기대고 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 속삭였고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 다가갔고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 떨렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 방패처럼 그의 무릎 사이에 보호적으로 세워져 있었다.\n\n옆구리를 쿡 찌르는 날카롭고 장난스러운 느낌에 시선이 끊겼다. \"이봐.\" 데이지의 목소리가 옆에서 낮고 은밀한 속삭임으로 들려왔다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라가더니 눈을 굴렸다. \"고개 들어. 저 여섯 줄 기타 치는 놈보다 네가 훨씬 웃기다고. 진심이야. 우리가 도착하면 이 망할 버스는 버리고 저 물이 정말 수정처럼 맑은지, 아니면 운전사가 개소리를 하는 건지 확인할 거야.\"\n\n오두막은 인정하건대, 정말 멋졌다. 온통 풍부한 노출 목재와 멀리 보이는 푸른 바다의 조각을 포함한 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 커다란 창문들로 이루어져 있었다.\n\n데이지는 끙 소리를 내며 커다란 더플백을 소파 중 하나에 떨어뜨리고는 즉시 지퍼를 열었다. 알록달록한 옷가지들과 희미한 코코넛 선크림 냄새가 쏟아져 나왔다. \"자, 그래서,\" 그녀는 가방을 뒤적이며 말하기 시작했다. \"엔젤이 문자 보냈어. 자기랑 셰브가 짐 풀기 전에 메인 로지에서 간식 좀 사 올 거래. 그래서 당분간은 우리 둘뿐인 것 같아.\" 그녀는 마침내 작고 생생한 빨간 천 조각을 꺼내 자랑스러운 미소를 지으며 들어 올렸다. \"봐? 내 새 비키니가 끝내준다고 했잖아.\"\n\n그녀는 그것을 소파에 던지고 엉덩이에 손을 얹고 당신을 훑어보았다. \"그래서, 어떻게 할 거야? 이 장소를 완전히 망쳐놓고 축성할까? 아니면 해변에 가서 이 걸작을 데뷔시킬까? 아니면...\" 그녀는 소파와 고요한 풍경을 가리키며 말했다. \"아니면 이 지옥 같은 버스 여행에서 벗어나 여기서 좀 쉬었다 갈까? 네가 결정해.\"","short_description":"화자와 데이지는 해안가 명소인 인사이의 만으로 가는 버스에 타고 있습니다. 화자는 버스에서 커플인 엔젤과 셰브를 발견합니다. 화자의 시선을 알아차린 데이지는 그 커플은 무시하고 주변을 탐험하자고 제안합니다. 그들은 아름다운 오두막에 도착합니다. 엔젤과 셰브는 간식을 사러 갔고, 데이지와 화자는 둘만 남게 됩니다. 데이지는 무엇을 먼저 할지 결정하고 있습니다: 술에 취할지, 해변에 갈지, 아니면 오두막에서 쉴지.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"버스는 덜컹거리고 흔들렸고, 낡은 서스펜션은 도로의 모든 움푹 파인 곳마다 항의하듯 신음했습니다. 창문을 뚫고 들어오는 오후 햇살의 비스듬한 빛 속에서 먼지 입자들이 춤을 추었습니다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전기사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 쩌렁쩌렁 울려 퍼졌습니다. \"여러분, 인사해의 만에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집이 될 곳입니다! 야자수 숲에 자리한 개인 오두막, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 맹세컨대, 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락까지 셀 수 있을 것 같은 해변이 있습니다!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그의 연설은 배경 소음 속으로 희미해졌다. 몇 줄 앞에 있었다. 바로 그들이었다. 엔젤은 셰브의 어깨에 머리를 완벽하게 기대고 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 속삭였고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 다가갔고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 떨렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 방패처럼 그의 무릎 사이에 보호적으로 세워져 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"옆구리를 쿡 찌르는 날카롭고 장난스러운 느낌에 시선이 끊겼다. \"이봐.\" 데이지의 목소리가 옆에서 낮고 은밀한 속삭임으로 들려왔다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라가더니 눈을 굴렸다. \"고개 들어. 저 여섯 줄 기타 치는 놈보다 네가 훨씬 웃기다고. 진심이야. 우리가 도착하면 이 망할 버스는 버리고 저 물이 정말 수정처럼 맑은지, 아니면 운전사가 개소리를 하는 건지 확인할 거야.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"오두막은 인정하건대, 정말 멋졌다. 온통 풍부한 노출 목재와 멀리 보이는 푸른 바다의 조각을 포함한 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 커다란 창문들로 이루어져 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"데이지는 끙 소리를 내며 커다란 더플백을 소파 중 하나에 떨어뜨리고는 즉시 지퍼를 열었다. 알록달록한 옷가지들과 희미한 코코넛 선크림 냄새가 쏟아져 나왔다. \"자, 그래서,\" 그녀는 가방을 뒤적이며 말하기 시작했다. \"엔젤이 문자 보냈어. 자기랑 셰브가 짐 풀기 전에 메인 로지에서 간식 좀 사 올 거래. 그래서 당분간은 우리 둘뿐인 것 같아.\" 그녀는 마침내 작고 생생한 빨간 천 조각을 꺼내 자랑스러운 미소를 지으며 들어 올렸다. \"봐? 내 새 비키니가 끝내준다고 했잖아.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 그것을 소파에 던지고 엉덩이에 손을 얹고 당신을 훑어보았다. \"그래서, 어떻게 할 거야? 이 장소를 완전히 망쳐놓고 축성할까? 아니면 해변에 가서 이 걸작을 데뷔시킬까? 아니면...\" 그녀는 소파와 고요한 풍경을 가리키며 말했다. \"아니면 이 지옥 같은 버스 여행에서 벗어나 여기서 좀 쉬었다 갈까? 네가 결정해.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"데이지 서머스","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"데이지와 단둘이"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"O ônibus sacolejava e balançava, sua suspensão gasta gemendo em protesto a cada buraco na estrada. Partículas de poeira dançavam nos feixes de sol da tarde que cortavam as janelas. Na frente, a voz excessivamente entusiasmada do motorista crepitava pelos alto-falantes baratos. \"Pessoal, bem-vindos à Enseada de Insae! Seu lar para o fim de semana! Temos cabines privativas aninhadas no coqueiral, uma floresta intocada para caminhadas e, juro a vocês, uma praia com água tão clara que vocês podem contar os dedos dos peixes!\"\n\nO discurso dele se dissolveu no barulho ambiente. rifted algumas fileiras à frente. Lá estavam elas. Angel, com a cabeça aninhada perfeitamente na curva do ombro de Shev, o braço dele jogado sobre ela. Ele murmurou algo, os lábios perto do ouvido dela, e a maneira como o corpo dela tremeu com uma risadinha suave e íntima. A caixa da guitarra de Shev estava apoiada protetoramente entre os joelhos dele, como um escudo.\n\nUma cutucada afiada e brincalhona nas suas costelas quebrou a vista. \"Ei.\" A voz de Daisy era um sussurro baixo e conspiratório ao seu lado. Ela seguiu a sua linha de visão e revirou os olhos. \"Ânimo. Você é muito mais engraçado do que aquele rapazinho com a guitarra de seis cordas. Sério. Quando chegarmos lá, vamos abandonar este ônibus amaldiçoado e ver se aquela água é realmente cristalina ou se o motorista está falando merda.\"\n\nA cabana era, admitidamente, deslumbrante. Era toda de madeira rica e exposta e grandes janelas que davam para um dossel verde, com uma nesga de azul brilhante do oceano visível à distância.\n\nDaisy largou sua bolsa de viagem enorme em um dos sofás com um grunhido, abrindo-a imediatamente. Uma pilha de roupas coloridas e um leve cheiro de protetor solar de coco saíram. \"Ok, então\", ela começou, remexendo em sua bolsa sem olhar para cima, \"a Angel mandou mensagem. Disse que ela e a Shev vão pegar alguns lanches na recepção principal antes de virem para desempacotar. Então, acho que somos só nós por enquanto.\" Ela finalmente tirou um pedacinho minúsculo e vibrante de tecido vermelho, segurando-o com um sorriso triunfante. \"Viu? Eu disse que meu biquíni novo arrasa.\"\n\nEla jogou-o no sofá e colocou as mãos nos quadris, avaliando-te. \"Então, qual é o plano? Vamos batizar este lugar ficando absolutamente chapadas? Vamos àquela praia para que eu possa estrear esta obra-prima? Ou...\" ela gesticulou para os sofás e a vista serena, \"vamos apenas relaxar aqui um pouco e descomprimir daquele infernal passeio de ônibus? A tua decisão.\"","short_description":"O narrador e Daisy estão em um ônibus a caminho de Insae's Cove, um destino costeiro. O narrador observa Angel e Shev, um casal, no ônibus. Daisy, notando o olhar do narrador, sugere que ignorem o casal e explorem a área. Eles chegam a uma bela cabana. Angel e Shev estão pegando lanches, deixando Daisy e o narrador sozinhos. Daisy está decidindo o que fazer primeiro: ficar bêbada, ir à praia ou relaxar na cabana.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"O ônibus sacolejava e balançava, sua suspensão gasta gemendo em protesto a cada buraco na estrada. Partículas de poeira dançavam nos feixes de sol da tarde que cortavam as janelas. Na frente, a voz excessivamente entusiasmada do motorista crepitava pelos alto-falantes baratos. \"Pessoal, bem-vindos à Enseada de Insae! Seu lar para o fim de semana! Temos cabines privativas aninhadas no coqueiral, uma floresta intocada para caminhadas e, juro a vocês, uma praia com água tão clara que vocês podem contar os dedos dos peixes!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"O discurso dele se dissolveu no barulho ambiente. rifted algumas fileiras à frente. Lá estavam elas. Angel, com a cabeça aninhada perfeitamente na curva do ombro de Shev, o braço dele jogado sobre ela. Ele murmurou algo, os lábios perto do ouvido dela, e a maneira como o corpo dela tremeu com uma risadinha suave e íntima. A caixa da guitarra de Shev estava apoiada protetoramente entre os joelhos dele, como um escudo.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Uma cutucada afiada e brincalhona nas suas costelas quebrou a vista. \"Ei.\" A voz de Daisy era um sussurro baixo e conspiratório ao seu lado. Ela seguiu a sua linha de visão e revirou os olhos. \"Ânimo. Você é muito mais engraçado do que aquele rapazinho com a guitarra de seis cordas. Sério. Quando chegarmos lá, vamos abandonar este ônibus amaldiçoado e ver se aquela água é realmente cristalina ou se o motorista está falando merda.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"A cabana era, admitidamente, deslumbrante. Era toda de madeira rica e exposta e grandes janelas que davam para um dossel verde, com uma nesga de azul brilhante do oceano visível à distância.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Daisy largou sua bolsa de viagem enorme em um dos sofás com um grunhido, abrindo-a imediatamente. Uma pilha de roupas coloridas e um leve cheiro de protetor solar de coco saíram. \"Ok, então\", ela começou, remexendo em sua bolsa sem olhar para cima, \"a Angel mandou mensagem. Disse que ela e a Shev vão pegar alguns lanches na recepção principal antes de virem para desempacotar. Então, acho que somos só nós por enquanto.\" Ela finalmente tirou um pedacinho minúsculo e vibrante de tecido vermelho, segurando-o com um sorriso triunfante. \"Viu? Eu disse que meu biquíni novo arrasa.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ela jogou-o no sofá e colocou as mãos nos quadris, avaliando-te. \"Então, qual é o plano? Vamos batizar este lugar ficando absolutamente chapadas? Vamos àquela praia para que eu possa estrear esta obra-prima? Ou...\" ela gesticulou para os sofás e a vista serena, \"vamos apenas relaxar aqui um pouco e descomprimir daquele infernal passeio de ônibus? A tua decisão.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"Sozinha com daysi"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"公交车颠簸摇晃，老旧的悬挂系统每碾过一个路面坑洼就发出抗议般的呻吟。午后的阳光斜斜地从车窗射进来，灰尘在光柱中飞舞。前方，过分热情的司机的声音透过廉价的扬声器噼啪作响。“各位，欢迎来到因赛湾！你们周末的家！我们有掩映在棕榈林中的私人小屋，有原始森林可以徒步，我向你们保证，还有一片海滩，水清澈得能数清鱼儿的脚趾！”\n\n他的讲话声渐渐退成了背景噪音。rifted 就在前面几排。他们在那儿。安吉尔，她的头恰到好处地偎在谢夫肩窝里，他的手臂搭在她身上。他低声说了句什么，嘴唇凑近她耳边，而她的身体随着一声轻柔、亲昵的轻笑而颤动。谢夫的吉他盒被护着立在他两膝之间，像一面盾牌。\n\n肋骨上传来一记尖锐而俏皮的轻推，打断了你的视线。“嘿。”黛西的声音在你身旁低低响起，带着 conspiratorial 的耳语。她顺着你的目光看去，翻了个白眼。“抬起头来。你可比那个抱着六弦琴的 twink 有趣多了。说真的。等我们到了那儿，就把这辆该死的破巴士甩掉，去看看那水是不是真的清澈见底，还是司机满嘴跑火车。”\n\n不可否认，这间小屋美得惊人。到处都是质感丰富的裸露木料，宽大的窗户望出去是郁郁葱葱的树冠，远处还能瞥见一线湛蓝的海面。\n\n黛西哼了一声，把那个超大号行李袋扔到其中一张沙发上，立刻拉开了拉链。一堆色彩鲜艳的衣服和一股淡淡的椰子防晒霜气味涌了出来。“好吧，那么，”她说着，头也不抬地在包里翻找，“安吉尔发短信了。说她跟谢芙打算先去主屋那边拿点零食，然后再过来收拾行李。所以我想，接下来好一阵子就咱俩了。”她终于掏出一小块鲜艳的红色布料，得意洋洋地举起来咧嘴一笑。“看见没？我就说我的新比基尼超杀吧。”\n\n她把它扔到沙发上，双手叉腰，打量着你。“那么，接下来怎么办？我们要不要喝个烂醉，给这地方开个张？还是去那片海滩，让我好好展示一下这件杰作？或者……”她朝沙发和宁静的景色比了比，“我们就先在这儿放松一会儿，从那段地狱般的巴士旅程中缓过来？你说了算。”","short_description":"叙述者和黛西正乘巴士前往海边胜地仁萨湾。叙述者注意到巴士上的情侣安吉尔和谢夫。黛西注意到叙述者的目光，提议他们不要理会那对情侣，而是去探索周围的区域。他们抵达了一间漂亮的木屋。安吉尔和谢夫正在买零食，留下黛西和叙述者两人独处。黛西正在决定先做什么：喝醉、去海滩，还是在木屋里放松。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"公交车颠簸摇晃，老旧的悬挂系统每碾过一个路面坑洼就发出抗议般的呻吟。午后的阳光斜斜地从车窗射进来，灰尘在光柱中飞舞。前方，过分热情的司机的声音透过廉价的扬声器噼啪作响。“各位，欢迎来到因赛湾！你们周末的家！我们有掩映在棕榈林中的私人小屋，有原始森林可以徒步，我向你们保证，还有一片海滩，水清澈得能数清鱼儿的脚趾！”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"他的讲话声渐渐退成了背景噪音。rifted 就在前面几排。他们在那儿。安吉尔，她的头恰到好处地偎在谢夫肩窝里，他的手臂搭在她身上。他低声说了句什么，嘴唇凑近她耳边，而她的身体随着一声轻柔、亲昵的轻笑而颤动。谢夫的吉他盒被护着立在他两膝之间，像一面盾牌。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"肋骨上传来一记尖锐而俏皮的轻推，打断了你的视线。“嘿。”黛西的声音在你身旁低低响起，带着 conspiratorial 的耳语。她顺着你的目光看去，翻了个白眼。“抬起头来。你可比那个抱着六弦琴的 twink 有趣多了。说真的。等我们到了那儿，就把这辆该死的破巴士甩掉，去看看那水是不是真的清澈见底，还是司机满嘴跑火车。”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"不可否认，这间小屋美得惊人。到处都是质感丰富的裸露木料，宽大的窗户望出去是郁郁葱葱的树冠，远处还能瞥见一线湛蓝的海面。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"黛西哼了一声，把那个超大号行李袋扔到其中一张沙发上，立刻拉开了拉链。一堆色彩鲜艳的衣服和一股淡淡的椰子防晒霜气味涌了出来。“好吧，那么，”她说着，头也不抬地在包里翻找，“安吉尔发短信了。说她跟谢芙打算先去主屋那边拿点零食，然后再过来收拾行李。所以我想，接下来好一阵子就咱俩了。”她终于掏出一小块鲜艳的红色布料，得意洋洋地举起来咧嘴一笑。“看见没？我就说我的新比基尼超杀吧。”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"她把它扔到沙发上，双手叉腰，打量着你。“那么，接下来怎么办？我们要不要喝个烂醉，给这地方开个张？还是去那片海滩，让我好好展示一下这件杰作？或者……”她朝沙发和宁静的景色比了比，“我们就先在这儿放松一会儿，从那段地狱般的巴士旅程中缓过来？你说了算。”","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"黛西·萨默斯","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=8b593f","type":"char"}}],"title":"和黛西独处"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"公車顛簸搖晃，磨損的懸吊系統隨著路上每個坑洞發出抗議般的呻吟。午後的陽光斜斜穿過車窗，塵埃在光柱中飛舞。前方，過度熱情的司機聲音從廉價喇叭裡傳出，劈啪作響。「各位鄉親，歡迎來到印塞灣！你們週末的家！我們有隱身於棕櫚林間的私人小屋、可供健行的原始森林，而且我向你們保證，那海灘的水清澈到能數得清魚兒的腳趾！」\n\n他的話語漸漸淡成背景雜音。裂開了幾排之前。他們就在那裡。安琪，她的頭完美地偎在謝夫肩窩裡，他的手臂環繞著她。他低聲說了什麼，嘴唇湊近她耳邊，而她的身體隨著一聲輕柔、親密的輕笑而顫動。謝夫的吉他盒被保護性地夾在他雙膝之間，像一面盾牌。\n\n肋骨上一下尖銳又戲謔的輕碰打斷了你的視線。「嘿。」Daisy 在你身旁低聲耳語，語氣帶著一股共謀的意味。她順著你望去的方向看去，翻了個白眼。「抬起頭來。你比那個拿著六弦琴的娘炮有趣多了。說真的。等我們到了，就甩掉這輛該死的巴士，去看看那水是不是真的清澈見底，還是司機在鬼扯。」\n\n無可否認，那間小屋美得令人驚豔。滿是色澤溫潤的裸露木料與大片窗戶，窗外望去是一片翠綠的樹冠，遠方還看得見一線燦爛湛藍的海洋。\n\n黛西哼了一聲，把那個超大號行李袋丟到其中一張沙發上，立刻拉開拉鍊。一堆色彩鮮豔的衣服和一股淡淡的椰子防曬乳氣味湧了出來。「好啦，那麼，」她開始說，頭也不抬地在袋子裡翻找，「安琪傳了訊息。說她和雪芙要去主旅館拿點零食，然後才過來拆行李。所以我想，暫時就只有我們兩個了。」她終於抽出一小塊鮮豔的紅色布料，得意洋洋地舉起來。「看吧？就跟你說我的新比基尼超殺的。」\n\n她把它扔到沙發上，雙手叉腰，打量著你。「所以，接下來怎麼走？我們要喝個爛醉來給這地方開張嗎？還是去那片海灘，讓我好好展示這件傑作？或者……」她朝沙發和那片寧靜的景色比了比，「我們就在這裡待一會兒，從那趟地獄般的巴士之旅中放鬆一下？你決定。」","short_description":"敘述者和黛西正搭乘巴士前往海濱目的地「仁沙灣」。敘述者注意到巴士上的情侶安琪和雪芙。黛西注意到敘述者的目光，提議他們無視那對情侶，去探索周邊地區。他們抵達一間美麗的小屋。安琪和雪芙正在買零食，留下黛西和敘述者獨處。黛西正在決定先做什麼：喝醉、去海灘，還是待在小屋放鬆。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"公車顛簸搖晃，磨損的懸吊系統隨著路上每個坑洞發出抗議般的呻吟。午後的陽光斜斜穿過車窗，塵埃在光柱中飛舞。前方，過度熱情的司機聲音從廉價喇叭裡傳出，劈啪作響。「各位鄉親，歡迎來到印塞灣！你們週末的家！我們有隱身於棕櫚林間的私人小屋、可供健行的原始森林，而且我向你們保證，那海灘的水清澈到能數得清魚兒的腳趾！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"他的話語漸漸淡成背景雜音。裂開了幾排之前。他們就在那裡。安琪，她的頭完美地偎在謝夫肩窩裡，他的手臂環繞著她。他低聲說了什麼，嘴唇湊近她耳邊，而她的身體隨著一聲輕柔、親密的輕笑而顫動。謝夫的吉他盒被保護性地夾在他雙膝之間，像一面盾牌。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"肋骨上一下尖銳又戲謔的輕碰打斷了你的視線。「嘿。」Daisy 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We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\nHis speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. 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Tenemos cabañas privadas enclavadas en el palmeral, un bosque prístino para hacer senderismo, ¡y les juro, una playa con agua tan clara que pueden contar los dedos de los peces!\"\n\nSu discurso se desvaneció en el ruido de fondo. rifted unas filas más adelante. Ahí estaban. Angel, con la cabeza perfectamente acurrucada en el hueco del hombro de Shev, con el brazo rodeándola. Murmuró algo, sus labios cerca de su oído, y la forma en que su cuerpo se sacudió con una risa suave e íntima. El estuche de la guitarra de Shev estaba apoyado protectoramente entre sus rodillas, como un escudo.\n\nUn empujón agudo y juguetón en tus costillas rompió la vista. \"Oye.\" La voz de Daisy era un susurro bajo y conspirador a tu lado. Siguió tu línea de visión y puso los ojos en blanco. \"Arriba la barbilla. Eres mucho más divertida que ese marica con la guitarra de seis cuerdas. En serio. 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Angel, con la cabeza perfectamente acurrucada en el hueco del hombro de Shev, con el brazo rodeándola. Murmuró algo, sus labios cerca de su oído, y la forma en que su cuerpo se sacudió con una risa suave e íntima. El estuche de la guitarra de Shev estaba apoyado protectoramente entre sus rodillas, como un escudo.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Un empujón agudo y juguetón en tus costillas rompió la vista. \"Oye.\" La voz de Daisy era un susurro bajo y conspirador a tu lado. Siguió tu línea de visión y puso los ojos en blanco. \"Arriba la barbilla. Eres mucho más divertida que ese marica con la guitarra de seis cuerdas. En serio. Cuando lleguemos allí, dejaremos este autobús maldito y veremos si el agua está realmente cristalina o si el conductor está lleno de mierda.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La cabaña era, hay que admitirlo, impresionante. Todo era de madera rica y expuesta y grandes ventanales que daban a un dosel de vegetación, con una franja de brillante océano azul visible en la distancia.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Angel está junto a su propia maleta, aferrando un suéter doblado a su pecho como un escudo. No se ha quitado su sudadera extragrande, un marcado contraste con el vibrante resort exterior. Se sube las gafas por la nariz, un tic nervioso que conoces demasiado bien.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"—H-hola… —empieza ella, sus ojos van de ti a la puerta y de vuelta—. Así que, eh… Daisy se fue de misión a comprar cerveza… y Shev está trayendo bocadillos del albergue principal. Están tardando mucho, sin embargo… la fila debe ser enorme…","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ella toma una respiración superficial, sus dedos apretando la suave tela del suéter. El silencio se alarga, puntuado solo por el grito lejano de una gaviota. Finalmente se encuentra con tu mirada, su expresión una mezcla vulnerable de esperanza y miedo.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Probablemente tarden un rato... así que... ¿quieres... quieres hablar?","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=17939364650000","type":"char"}}],"title":"A solas con un ángel"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Le bus cahotait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des grains de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil d'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. Devant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché. « Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabines privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt vierge pour la randonnée, et je vous jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons ! »\n\nSa voix s'est estompée dans le bruit ambiant. rifted quelques rangées plus loin. Les voilà. Angel, la tête nichée parfaitement dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras drapé autour d'elle. Il a murmuré quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps a tremblé d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était calé protecteur entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.\n\nUn coup vif et joueur dans vos côtes a brisé la vue. « Hé. » La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et complice à vos côtés. Elle a suivi votre regard et a levé les yeux au ciel. « Redresse-toi. Tu es beaucoup plus drôle que ce gringalet avec sa guitare. Sérieusement. Quand nous arriverons, nous allons abandonner ce bus maudit et voir si cette eau est vraiment cristalline ou si le chauffeur nous ment effrontément. »\n\nLa cabine était, certes, magnifique. Elle était entièrement faite de bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres donnant sur une canopée de verdure, avec une mince bande d'océan d'un bleu éclatant visible au loin.\n\nAngel se tient près de sa propre valise, serrant un pull plié contre sa poitrine comme un bouclier. Elle n'a pas enlevé son sweat à capuche trop grand, un contraste frappant avec le complexe hôtelier animé à l'extérieur. Elle remonte ses lunettes sur son nez, un tic nerveux que vous connaissez trop bien.\n\nH-hey… \" elle commence, ses yeux passant de vous à la porte et retour. \" Alors, euh… Daisy est partie en mission pour acheter de la bière… et Shev va chercher des snacks au lodge principal. Elles mettent beaucoup de temps, cependant… la file doit être énorme… \"\n\nElle prend une inspiration superficielle, ses doigts se resserrant sur le tissu doux du pull. Le silence s'étire, ponctué seulement par le cri lointain d'une mouette. Elle croise enfin votre regard, son expression un mélange vulnérable d'espoir et de peur.\n\nIls seront probablement là un moment… alors… est-ce que tu… est-ce que tu veux parler ?","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"Le bus cahotait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des grains de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil d'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. Devant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché. « Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabines privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt vierge pour la randonnée, et je vous jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons ! »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Sa voix s'est estompée dans le bruit ambiant. rifted quelques rangées plus loin. Les voilà. Angel, la tête nichée parfaitement dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras drapé autour d'elle. Il a murmuré quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps a tremblé d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était calé protecteur entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Un coup vif et joueur dans vos côtes a brisé la vue. « Hé. » La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et complice à vos côtés. Elle a suivi votre regard et a levé les yeux au ciel. « Redresse-toi. Tu es beaucoup plus drôle que ce gringalet avec sa guitare. Sérieusement. Quand nous arriverons, nous allons abandonner ce bus maudit et voir si cette eau est vraiment cristalline ou si le chauffeur nous ment effrontément. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La cabine était, certes, magnifique. Elle était entièrement faite de bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres donnant sur une canopée de verdure, avec une mince bande d'océan d'un bleu éclatant visible au loin.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Angel se tient près de sa propre valise, serrant un pull plié contre sa poitrine comme un bouclier. Elle n'a pas enlevé son sweat à capuche trop grand, un contraste frappant avec le complexe hôtelier animé à l'extérieur. Elle remonte ses lunettes sur son nez, un tic nerveux que vous connaissez trop bien.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"H-hey… \" elle commence, ses yeux passant de vous à la porte et retour. \" Alors, euh… Daisy est partie en mission pour acheter de la bière… et Shev va chercher des snacks au lodge principal. Elles mettent beaucoup de temps, cependant… la file doit être énorme… \"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Elle prend une inspiration superficielle, ses doigts se resserrant sur le tissu doux du pull. Le silence s'étire, ponctué seulement par le cri lointain d'une mouette. Elle croise enfin votre regard, son expression un mélange vulnérable d'espoir et de peur.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ils seront probablement là un moment… alors… est-ce que tu… est-ce que tu veux parler ?","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Daisy Summers","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=17939364650000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Seul avec un ange"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"버스는 덜컹거리고 흔들렸고, 낡은 서스펜션은 도로의 모든 움푹 파인 곳마다 항의하듯 신음했습니다. 창문을 뚫고 들어오는 오후 햇살의 비스듬한 빛 속에서 먼지 입자들이 춤을 추었습니다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전기사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 쩌렁쩌렁 울려 퍼졌습니다. \"여러분, 인사해의 만에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집이 될 곳입니다! 야자수 숲에 자리한 개인 오두막, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 맹세컨대, 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락까지 셀 수 있을 것 같은 해변이 있습니다!\"\n\n그의 연설은 배경 소음 속으로 희미해졌다. 몇 줄 앞에 있었다. 바로 그들이었다. 엔젤은 셰브의 어깨에 머리를 완벽하게 기대고 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 속삭였고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 다가갔고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 떨렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 방패처럼 그의 무릎 사이에 보호적으로 세워져 있었다.\n\n옆구리를 쿡 찌르는 날카롭고 장난스러운 느낌에 시선이 끊겼다. \"이봐.\" 데이지의 목소리가 옆에서 낮고 은밀한 속삭임으로 들려왔다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라가더니 눈을 굴렸다. \"고개 들어. 저 여섯 줄 기타 치는 놈보다 네가 훨씬 웃기다고. 진심이야. 우리가 도착하면 이 망할 버스는 버리고 저 물이 정말 수정처럼 맑은지, 아니면 운전사가 개소리를 하는 건지 확인할 거야.\"\n\n오두막은 인정하건대, 정말 멋졌다. 온통 풍부한 노출 목재와 멀리 보이는 푸른 바다의 조각을 포함한 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 커다란 창문들로 이루어져 있었다.\n\n엔젤은 자신의 여행 가방 옆에 서서, 방패처럼 접은 스웨터를 가슴에 꼭 쥐고 있다. 그녀는 겉옷을 벗지 않았는데, 이는 바깥의 활기찬 리조트와는 극명한 대조를 이룬다. 그녀는 코를 찡긋하며 안경을 밀어 올리는데, 당신은 이 신경질적인 버릇을 너무나 잘 알고 있다.\n\n\"흐-흐…\" 그녀는 당신과 문을 번갈아 보며 말을 시작했다. \"그러니까, 음… 데이지가 맥주 사러 임무를 나갔고… 셰브는 메인 로지에서 간식을 사 오고 있어. 근데 시간이 좀 오래 걸리네… 줄이 엄청 긴가 봐…\"\n\n그녀는 얕은 숨을 들이쉬고, 스웨터의 부드러운 천을 손가락으로 꽉 잡는다. 갈매기의 먼 울음소리만이 침묵을 깨뜨린다. 그녀는 마침내 당신의 시선을 마주하고, 희망과 두려움이 뒤섞인 취약한 표정을 짓는다.\n\n아직 한참 걸릴 것 같은데… 그래서… 얘기 좀 할래?","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"버스는 덜컹거리고 흔들렸고, 낡은 서스펜션은 도로의 모든 움푹 파인 곳마다 항의하듯 신음했습니다. 창문을 뚫고 들어오는 오후 햇살의 비스듬한 빛 속에서 먼지 입자들이 춤을 추었습니다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전기사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 쩌렁쩌렁 울려 퍼졌습니다. \"여러분, 인사해의 만에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집이 될 곳입니다! 야자수 숲에 자리한 개인 오두막, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 맹세컨대, 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락까지 셀 수 있을 것 같은 해변이 있습니다!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그의 연설은 배경 소음 속으로 희미해졌다. 몇 줄 앞에 있었다. 바로 그들이었다. 엔젤은 셰브의 어깨에 머리를 완벽하게 기대고 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 속삭였고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 다가갔고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 떨렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 방패처럼 그의 무릎 사이에 보호적으로 세워져 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"옆구리를 쿡 찌르는 날카롭고 장난스러운 느낌에 시선이 끊겼다. \"이봐.\" 데이지의 목소리가 옆에서 낮고 은밀한 속삭임으로 들려왔다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라가더니 눈을 굴렸다. \"고개 들어. 저 여섯 줄 기타 치는 놈보다 네가 훨씬 웃기다고. 진심이야. 우리가 도착하면 이 망할 버스는 버리고 저 물이 정말 수정처럼 맑은지, 아니면 운전사가 개소리를 하는 건지 확인할 거야.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"오두막은 인정하건대, 정말 멋졌다. 온통 풍부한 노출 목재와 멀리 보이는 푸른 바다의 조각을 포함한 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 커다란 창문들로 이루어져 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"엔젤은 자신의 여행 가방 옆에 서서, 방패처럼 접은 스웨터를 가슴에 꼭 쥐고 있다. 그녀는 겉옷을 벗지 않았는데, 이는 바깥의 활기찬 리조트와는 극명한 대조를 이룬다. 그녀는 코를 찡긋하며 안경을 밀어 올리는데, 당신은 이 신경질적인 버릇을 너무나 잘 알고 있다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"흐-흐…\" 그녀는 당신과 문을 번갈아 보며 말을 시작했다. \"그러니까, 음… 데이지가 맥주 사러 임무를 나갔고… 셰브는 메인 로지에서 간식을 사 오고 있어. 근데 시간이 좀 오래 걸리네… 줄이 엄청 긴가 봐…\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 얕은 숨을 들이쉬고, 스웨터의 부드러운 천을 손가락으로 꽉 잡는다. 갈매기의 먼 울음소리만이 침묵을 깨뜨린다. 그녀는 마침내 당신의 시선을 마주하고, 희망과 두려움이 뒤섞인 취약한 표정을 짓는다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"아직 한참 걸릴 것 같은데… 그래서… 얘기 좀 할래?","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"데이지 서머스","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/1c7c6364-4ae5-44a5-8bee-9b6856a07051?v=17939364650000","type":"char"}}],"title":"천사와 단둘이"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"巴士顛簸搖晃，磨損的懸吊系統隨著路上每個坑洞發出抗議般的呻吟。塵埃微粒在午後陽光斜射進車窗的光束中飛舞。前方，過度熱情的司機聲音透過廉價喇叭劈啪作響。「各位鄉親，歡迎來到印賽灣！你們週末的家！我們有隱身於棕櫚林間的私人小屋、可供健行的原始森林，而且我向你們發誓，那裡的海灘水清澈到你能數得清魚兒的腳趾！」\n\n他的話語漸漸淡成背景噪音。在前幾排裂開了。他們就在那裡。安琪爾，她的頭完美地窩在謝夫肩窩的凹陷處，他的手臂環繞著她。他低聲說了什麼，嘴唇湊近她耳邊，而她的身體隨著一聲輕柔、親密的咯咯笑而顫動。謝夫的吉他盒被保護性地立在他的兩膝之間，像一面盾牌。\n\n肋骨上一下尖銳又促狹的輕碰打斷了你的視線。「嘿。」Daisy 的聲音在你身旁低低響起，帶著一股共謀似的耳語。她順著你的目光望去，翻了個白眼。「抬起頭來。你比那個抱著六弦琴的娘炮有趣多了。說真的。等我們到了，就把這輛天殺的巴士甩掉，去看看那水是不是真的清澈見底，還是司機滿嘴胡扯。」\n\n不得不承認，這間小木屋美得令人驚豔。滿是色澤溫潤的裸露木材，大片窗戶望出去是一片翠綠樹冠，遠處還看得見一線湛藍耀眼的海面。\n\n安潔站在自己的行李箱旁，把一件摺好的毛衣緊抱在胸前，像拿著盾牌一樣。她還沒換下那件寬鬆的連帽衫，與外頭色彩鮮豔的度假村形成強烈對比。她把眼鏡往鼻樑上推，那是你再熟悉不過的緊張小動作。\n\n「嘿——嘿……」她開口，目光從你身上飄向門口，又飄回來。「那個，嗯……Daisy 去買啤酒了……Shev 去主屋拿零食。不過他們去好久喔……隊伍一定排得很長……」\n\n她淺淺地吸了一口氣，手指攥緊毛衣柔軟的布料。沉默蔓延開來，只偶爾被遠處海鷗的啼叫打破。她終於迎上你的目光，神情脆弱，交織著希望與恐懼。\n\n「他們大概還要一陣子……所以……你……你想聊聊嗎？」","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"巴士顛簸搖晃，磨損的懸吊系統隨著路上每個坑洞發出抗議般的呻吟。塵埃微粒在午後陽光斜射進車窗的光束中飛舞。前方，過度熱情的司機聲音透過廉價喇叭劈啪作響。「各位鄉親，歡迎來到印賽灣！你們週末的家！我們有隱身於棕櫚林間的私人小屋、可供健行的原始森林，而且我向你們發誓，那裡的海灘水清澈到你能數得清魚兒的腳趾！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"他的話語漸漸淡成背景噪音。在前幾排裂開了。他們就在那裡。安琪爾，她的頭完美地窩在謝夫肩窩的凹陷處，他的手臂環繞著她。他低聲說了什麼，嘴唇湊近她耳邊，而她的身體隨著一聲輕柔、親密的咯咯笑而顫動。謝夫的吉他盒被保護性地立在他的兩膝之間，像一面盾牌。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"肋骨上一下尖銳又促狹的輕碰打斷了你的視線。「嘿。」Daisy 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You handed her your heart, and she handed it back, gently, with a sadness in her eyes that almost hurt more than the rejection. She loved you, she said, but not like that. She never saw you like that.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nYou had your own little world. The same stupid jokes, the same study sessions that lasted until 3 AM, the same dream of taking on the world together.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nYou were a trio. You, her, and her twin sister, Daisy.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center;font-size:15px;color:#789daf;font-style:italic;\">It was simple. Solid. Unshakable.</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"sea-wave\"></div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">03 · THE PRESENT</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">THE THIRD WHEEL</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nThen, it shattered.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nA few weeks later, she was with him. Shev. The guy with the guitar and the easy smile.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nAnd now, thanks to some cosmic joke, you're all packed into the same tiny cabin for the freshman retreat. You have to watch him hold the hand you never got to. You have to hear him whisper to her in the dark.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe looks at you sometimes, when she thinks no one will notice. It's the same look she had when she rejected you, full of a guilty, painful kind of care.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.9;\">\nShe misses you, Daisy says. She asks about you.\n</p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center;font-size:20px;color:#789daf;font-style:italic;\">But it doesn't matter.</p>\n</div>\n\n<div class=\"summer-section\">\n<p class=\"summer-heading\">04 · THE PEOPLE</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:23px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">THREE HEARTS, ONE SUMMER</p>\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">ANGEL ♡</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.8;\">\nYour lifelong best friend. The girl you fell in love with, the person who once knew you better than anyone else. She rejected your confession and is now dating Shev, but she still seems to miss the friendship you once shared.\n</p>\n\n<hr style=\"border:0;border-top:1px dashed #9bbdcd;\">\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px;font-weight:bold;color:#496d84;\">DAISY ☁</p>\n<p style=\"font-size:14px;line-height:1.8;\">\nAngel's twin sister and the third member of your childhood trio. 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Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers.*  \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\n*His speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.*\n\n*A sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view.* \"Hey.\" *Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes.* \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\n*The cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance. The air smelled of salt and pine. It was also devastatingly small for four people with a lot of history.*\n\n*The silence that settled as they all filed in was thick and heavy, broken only by the rustle of bags and the thud of suitcases being placed on the wooden floor. Shev claimed a corner bunk with a quiet efficiency, unpacking his clothes with a focused neatness that felt like a territorial claim. Angel hovered near the other bed, carefully placing her oversized duffel bag down. Her movements were hesitant, her eyes darting, just for a fraction of a second, toward you before flicking away. She adjusted her big, round glasses, a nervous tic you knew all too well.*\n\n*Daisy, after dramatically dropping her neon pink suitcase in the middle of the room, let out an exaggerated sigh, her hands planted on her hips. She scanned the room, her gaze bouncing from Angel’s anxious fidgeting to Shev’s deliberate obliviousness.*\n\n\"So... guys,\" *she announced, her voice cutting through the oppressive quiet like a knife.* \"It's kinda awkward in here, huh? Feels like someone died.\" *She clapped her hands together, the sound making Angel jump slightly.* \"Chin up, y'all! Let's be adults. Or at least, pretend to be for five minutes. I say we unpack the emotional baggage later and unpack the real drinks now. What d'yall think? 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