세레나: 환주

Nice to meet you. My name is Selena. If I may... have we met before?

My skills have been improving. Thank you for your unwavering support.

I have received more than enough praise.

No matter how I look, I am still me... I am still Selena.

I'm one step closer to the rainbow of my dreams.

It will be the bond that sees us through the storm.

My skills have been improving. Thank you for your unwavering support.

I have received more than enough praise.

No matter how I look, I am still me... I am still Selena.

I'm one step closer to the rainbow of my dreams.

It will be the bond that sees us through the storm.

It is my honor to perform with you all.

I appreciate you letting me play as the soloist in this concerto.

The performance will only go well if I keep practicing every day.

I've seen countless wonders of the past during the many archaeological excavations. Even if only dust remains, I'm still overwhelmed by their light.

Lives are fated to be imperfect. I have stopped sighing or weeping for the mournful past.

Is there a place for me to practice here...? My apologies. I'm not yet ready to present my unpolished flute performance to others.

When investigating old artworks, I always try to imagine how the people in the past lived and breathed, how they welcomed dusks and dawns... All those passing moments eternalized into ancient artifacts that we hold inside our palms... Isn't that beautiful?

The tide recedes as the sand drifts while people hum in the corners... I've been listening to their sounds all this way.

I like this place. It hides me from the tempest... even though one day I shall face them once more.

Art is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in humanity's eyes. I'm still searching for that smoke to this day.

Are you willing to take some time to listen to my flute performance? Maybe I can play a new sound for you.

Conductor, have you seen the brief moment an iris blooms? I hope I can offer it my praise the same way people praise the fleeting dawn.

Opera and art might not be useful on the battlefield, but recording and retelling stories of those who have passed on is enough to bring people comfort... Isn't that meaningful enough?

If there is an end to this war, what would you like to see? Farmlands, riverbanks, groves, seashore... We can go visit all the places we have yet to see together.

Tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night. Please let this morning last a little longer.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Even if the stage beneath us shall crumble and fall the next second, I would like to hold your hand and face it with you.

Where will your journey lead? Whether it is unpathed waters or undreamed shores, I will stay by your side.

I've traveled on this road for so long that I don't even remember the views when I started. All I remember is that you were there at the beginning and the end.

Thank you for your generosity.

Thank you.

The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting.

Is this material for research?

So shines a good deed in a weary world... Sorry, it was just a line.

How about I play an excerpt of Canon for you in return?

My fingers have been twitching over the flute? It's... just me practicing the finger positions...

Will you stay for a little bit longer if I can explain the history of this piece here?

I've been saving the irises you sent me in a cultivation chamber so that I can plant them the next time I'm on the surface. More fitting for it to grace the earth instead of being dissected in a lecture room.

I feel nervous being so close to you... I'm afraid that you can hear the rising poundings in my M.I.N.D.

I composed a song recently. Would you like to hear it? It's still a work in progress, but... I want to share it with you first.

Whenever you gift me something like this, I always seem to receive something more than just a present... There's a curious sound as well.

Hmm... Please let me know if you ever visit this region on the surface in the future. There is a flower field that I discovered by chance. Yes, only I know about it...

Can you hear it? The echoing waves in my M.I.N.D... The more I touch you, the louder it is... the more wonderful it sounds.

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life... All of them can come to life when instilled with emotions. Thank you for giving me such a precious life.

Can you look at me a little longer? Meeting your gaze has bathed me in the fountain touched by the holy fire.

Please watch your manners.

Perhaps I can look into how to decorate the theatre so that the audience will get more excited...

I wonder if you'll sing something strange in your dream if you can sleep somewhere like this... I suppose it's fine that I listen in.

Sleep. I'm by your side. May sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast...

So... this is how warm your body is…

Hmm...

Practicing too long will hurt your body. Time to take a break.

I can hear your mind singing... It's saying it's getting tired, and it needs to rest... in a quiet midsummer night's dream...

You look tired. Can I invite you to rest with me?

Let me wish you a good night. Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart, as that within my breast.

...Ah. Good morning.

Conductor.

You're here, Conductor. Of course I realize it's you. It's hard to mistake the unique rhythm your clothes make when you walk.

I feel like I can smell the scent of flowers when I see you... The one on my shoulder? No, that one is just an ornament…

Good morning. Umm... May I trouble you to play a sonata with me?

Hmm-hmm... Oh, Conductor, my apologies. I was coming up with a new melody... Right, I was hoping that... you'd listen to it later.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it... Anywhere with you is the Forest of Arden to me.

You are everything advantageous to the iris. Will you take another look at how she blooms?

Conductor... Conductor... I can finally hear your voice. Please don't leave me alone in the silence...

Ah

I have to protect...!

A storm is coming. Please hold on to me...

Can we stay like this for a little bit longer...?

How... should I respond now?

Everywhere you touch me, a flower seems to bloom...

You've done well today. You can relax and take a break now... How about a dance with me?

Everything's ready. The overture begins.

Next is development.

The fantasia begins.

It's time for a minuet.

Thank you for appreciating the cadenza.

Uh...

I have to finish the performance even if I play out of tune...

Conductor, where are you... I can't hear your voice...

Howl.

What kind of chorus do you like?

May this song echo through the future we wish for.