Before she had forgotten, Seymour [email protected](d*I@;]TuFD,*)+Eq78+EVNE@V$Z\F(K3,Fa3....
What had answered was not human. It couldn't even be called eldritch. It was simply... an idea, a thought that needed something real to cling to. A Spark. An imaginary existence oh-so-familiar to Ssemouy. As for what that idea was- it was something from a world that had been lost even to time. A world where even death had died. A memory that no one knows, not even the possessor of it herself. As for what that idea was-
Ssemouy. A heroine. That was a contradiction, illogical, non-existent. In all the possibilities that existed, there were none in which she could ever be called a pure-hearted heroine. However, in front of the power she had realized, such contradiction was meaningless. From zero, one could be drawn, and one can be expanded into Infinity. Truthhood and falsehood could exist at once. Such was the nature of Imagination.
Your Rootling emerges from the fractal, goddess. I wonder what about her has changed?
Ah, goddess daikon!
Why, your Rootling has found her way back home! Worry not, I have returned unscathed, for there were no ill-intentioned evildoers to impede me. Although I have yet to discover Matcha, I believe I have discovered a way to bring him back. And it all lies with this gentleman here
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