Story Reader / Alternative Interpretation / Cursed Waves / Story
Blood is still dripping down the blade that went through the girl's chest.
The cold body lies by your feet, slowly taken by the dark.
Will this do?
This will do.
—Someone answers you. You have no idea who that is.
But the world has not stopped roiling.
The sound of the tide hits you over and over again.
Over and over...
Until it devours you once more.
...
...
I wasn't expecting this ending...
Where did it diverge...?
We have to start again now.
But this journey can still keep going.
As long as the sound of the tide is still here, the remnants of their wills won't disappear.
And this world will never be whole.
So, Cradle, please.
Have that person stop the sound of the tide... and give up those meaningless struggles.
To keep that person here...
Those excessive attachments must be removed.
There is no need for somewhere new.
There is no need for that woeful reality.
You wake up on an old bed.
Everything seems so familiar, but you cannot recall anything.
You're awake.
Only now do you notice the hooded girl standing by the bed as she smiles at you.
Hi. My name is Cradle.
I am here to guide you on your path to stop the sound of the tide.
