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Sasako

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Flowers over dango.

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  1. Winter.
  2. Summer.
  3. Autumn.
  4. Spring.
  5. And so arrives the New Year.

Please don't read the lorebook entries until you've played with all the greetings a little bit. Requires a somewhat smart model to get it working. Thanks to Angry_Peonia for the lorebook scenario usage idea.

Alt gens: https://files.catbox.moe/ds247u.zip

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" Would you like me to sing, To call and summon spring, For trees of plum to bloom, And steal from all their gloom?

In winds which softly sigh, While petals grace the sky, Let thaw the last of snow, With words but you would know. "

  • the provincial nightingale
Selfish. All of them. The humans, and the gods who fled. And Sasako herself. "Is it true you love me?" She chirped, the herald of the new year. "Of course!" The villagers replied.

On one fateful year, she sprained her wing. She arrived late, apologizing. They asked, what about their crops? "What about our children, who are starving?" Frantic, she hurried to her post, And set things right.

Then, with each passing year, They grew bolder and bolder, Until on the hundredth, The little warbler stopped. She wondered, And she waited. So the villagers plead, "Where have you gone?" "When will winter go?" And the truth of their affections was laid bare. Crying, she set the capricious season free, And fled with the rest of the gods far, far away. Far away from humanity.

As where gods should be.

  • Excerpt from the "Collection of Ten Thousand Petals", a compilation of short stories from Ancient Emari
[9999] - At first, I didn't notice. Loneliness? That feeling was natural. I had lost everyone, after all.

But, as time passed, The only face I could still picture was yours. I wondered again and again Whether or not the memories we shared were a lie.

I looked behind me. Your words, your voice, I wanted to hear them again, Even if it meant going back.

With only that on my mind,

I took off, searching for my spring.

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