Artem "Gentle Murmurs"/Rewards
Private Messages
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Artem: A Mirror
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Artem: Huh? This... is your resume from when you first came to the law firm.
Artem: I thought it was long filed away in storage...
Artem: I didn't know it was on my desk this whole time.
Artem: Back then, Celestine asked me what kind of partner I'd choose for myself.
Artem: I said I needed someone who was a mirror.
Artem: She seemed upset and said that the person I was searching for... simply didn't exist.
Artem: In fact, at the time, I had a vague answer. If that person was you...
Artem: I told myself, if it's you, then my request wouldn't just be wishful thinking. It could become a reality.
Artem: Perhaps... the idea had already planted itself in my mind before I was even aware. You were the one I chose...
Artem: It felt more like instinctive intuition and trust.
Artem: But turns out it was right, and so was I.
Artem: Before I met you, my life was disciplined and orderly.
Artem: Now, I have more options and desires.
Artem: "We are all travelers on a long journey, heading toward the same destination."
Artem: What I want now, the best thing I could ever ask for, is already by my side...
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Artem: Conversation at Night
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Artem: Is it... because of the warm weather recently? I've been waking up more frequently at night.
Artem: Rather than having trouble sleeping... it's more like I don't want to fall asleep so I can watch this slumbering city.
Artem: I always get a feeling when deep in thought here.
Artem: It's as if you'll push open the doors to the pool and read my mind if I stay here long enough.
Artem: ...Just as you've done countless times in the past.
Artem: Lately, I've been having the same dream over and over until I wake up at midnight.
Artem: The world in my dream was so vast that I couldn't reach the edge, and I wandered in the wilderness...
Artem: How long? I'm not sure. I just knew someone was waiting for me, and I had to be there for her until the end.
Artem: But I didn't see anyone when I went through the fog.
Artem: Only a pure white statue of a goddess, standing before me like a lighthouse, pulling me closer.
Artem: The golden scale seemed stable, but the platters were swaying, as if weighing something chaotic.
Artem: I... had the sudden impulse to hold the wobbling scale with her.
Artem: And in the moment I touched her wrist, countless past experiences came flooding back.
Artem: Some of them were unpleasant — the fall of old acquaintances, my past that the world kept prying into...
Artem: And others, related to you.
Artem: Every time I wander to the edge of the abyss, peering into it... You pull me back just in time.
Artem: What... will happen to us in the future?
Artem: I remember you asked me that in the past. Thinking about it reminds me of a book I once read.
Artem: "Let the straw dance in the wind above my head. You know, there's a saying—"
Artem: "When the wind blows... just try to survive."
