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Now she’s been reduced to a speck of dust. Even now that hasn’t changed, she can still cloak her presence in the shadows and fade away if she so desired.īut an insect at the very least holds some significance no matter how small. If anything she’d say she’s more akin to an insect, visible yet easily missed. There are only Mirrists, those born with the ability to recreate entire continents and summon legendary figures from them and Nexuses, those who are summoned to the Mirrist’s aid.īack home she wouldn’t consider herself to be the star of the show. Here there is no Sylvarant or Tethe'alla. An extraordinary world that has the ability to sew the patchworks of a multitude of other universes into its cosmic fabric. She should be asking what she is to Tir na Nog. No, she shouldn’t be asking how she can define this place. How could she leave traces of Sheena Fujibayashi within the confines of this claustrophobic space? After all, when was the last time she had enough personal possessions to paint a room in the shades of her personality? Regardless of how it managed to penetrate the artificial barrier it doesn't change the way it’ll inevitably brush past the generic beige curtains and snake itself into the equally bland room unmistakably designed for quantity over quality.

#TALES OF SYMPHONIA COLETTE GO WALK CRACK#

It might’ve slipped in through a crack in the circular, industrial-style window. She didn’t know how but the summer breeze had managed to infiltrate the steel walls of the grandiose airship that currently served as her place of residence.

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