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Dreamcatchers in the Secret Gardens
The Dreamer seals her heart and surrenders to a world of dreams beyond mortal sight. In this hidden realm built upon melancholy melodies, she walks a path of fragile hope and delusions without looking back. But the dreams she longs to realize have long been tangled up in shadow and deceit. Beneath the lofty facade of the Orchestrator, who seems to have everything, is but a wretched, pitiful soul, drowning in her own illusions.
In the end, will this dream of blooming and withering be a sweet reverie or a haunting nightmare?
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You find yourself in a strange place beneath the sea, realizing it was Phrolova who had saved you. Though critically wounded and hunted by the Order, she risked her life to rescue you. She then reveals that Fenrico has the Threnodian's residual energy and offers a deal: since both of you seek to reclaim it from the Order, why not work together? Time is running out. With Phrolova injured and your surroundings unknown, cooperation seems to be the best option for both of you. The pursuers are closing in, and Phrolova is waiting for your answer...
Phrolova:
Such leniency... is not your style.
Phrolova:
You're welcome.
Phrolova:
Remember the story you experienced in Septimont? The one of the girl lost to the sea?
Phrolova:
A soul in defiance of itself, its essence seeping into a brilliant Gem. It drifted here with lingering whispers of resentment.
Phrolova:
Enchanted, the faithful of the deep followed its call, seeking to claim the divine power as their own.
Phrolova:
This is a twisted movement in the symphony, and to play it again, your strength is necessary.
Rover:
(The Threnodian's residual energy in the sea came from Mya... and it crystallized inside a Gem?)
Rover:
You already know what I'm here for, don't you?
Phrolova:
Nothing but this deserves your stay in such barren waters.
Phrolova:
This is just the beginning. Wandering this unfamiliar sea alone will lead you nowhere, and you'll have no defense against the Order's zealotry.
Rover:
Are you proposing a cooperation?
Pursuer from the Order:
Thought I heard something over there!
Pursuer from the Order:
Search every corner!
Rover:
I'll take care of the Order's guards first, then we'll discuss the Gem's whereabouts.
Phrolova:
Of course. Even if everyone here stood against you, none would truly rival your power.
Phrolova:
Alas, time slips through our fingers. Were I granted the luxury, I would wait for my injuries to heal and reclaim everything myself, rather than risk it all to save you.
Phrolova:
You might find the right path on your own, but listen closely... Hear those distracting footsteps? They will never cease pulling you astray.
Phrolova:
By the time you finally silence the noise and find your way, what you seek may already be lost.
Phrolova:
The choice is yours.
Rover:
Think you can turn the tide with words alone? Nice try.
Pursuer from the Order:
Nothing there!
Pursuer from the Order:
What about over there?
Phrolova:
Glad you made the wise choice.
Rover:
Remember, it's just for now.
You encounter a distorted door. Phrolova uses her Orchestration ability to briefly change its state as she explains how her ability works.
Phrolova:
Everything is made of frequencies. Once the melody is distorted, its rhythm is skewed. No blunt force can ever rectify it.
Phrolova:
Unless one orchestrates its essence anew.
Phrolova:
After you.
Rover:
...
Phrolova:
I will clear the mist and reveal the path before you.
Phrolova:
The blades of ignorance and chaos are yours to shatter.
Rover:
Orchestrating here should get us through, right?
Phrolova:
Yes.
Rover:
(Why are Fractsidus members here?)
Phrolova:
Finish them.
Rover:
Are you sure?
Phrolova:
I am.
Phrolova doesn't even bat an eye at the death of her fellow Fractsidus members. You start to question how working with her will end. Phrolova, however, explains that every Fractsidus member has been braced for death since the day they joined. While some might see this as disregard for life, she sees it as truly understanding life's value—by facing death, they discover what they truly desire.
Phrolova:
Those ensnared by the discordant melody only strike out blindly.
Phrolova:
No use to me, no reason to spare.
Phrolova:
Why? Are you afraid?
Phrolova:
There is nothing to fear. The worst that awaits is simply death.
Phrolova:
When we joined the Fractsidus, we accepted that this day might come.
Phrolova:
Me, them, every one. We're all the same.
Rover:
Not sure if that's absolute loyalty or sheer indifference to life.
Phrolova:
Indifference, you say?
Phrolova:
The closer you come to death, the sharper the weight of life cuts to expose what you truly desire.
Phrolova:
It will be faster this way.
Rover:
Didn't expect to take this route.
Phrolova:
Transport channels aren't just for goods.
Phrolova points you toward the Lost Beyond, where the Threnodian's residual energy lies. She reveals all she has done here and tells you about Fenrico's betrayal and his plot against her. Their broken alliance with the Order forced her to temporarily seal the Threnodian's energy within the Beyond. It significantly diminished her power, leaving her vulnerable and thus injured.
Phrolova:
We must return to the tower before Fenrico finds it.
Rover:
What exactly are your people planning here?
Phrolova:
My... people?
Phrolova:
Why do you care?
Phrolova:
Now I'm intrigued. Tell me, if death were closing in, what would be your final thought?
Phrolova:
A person? A memory? Words left unsaid? Or perhaps, regrets too late to mend?
Phrolova:
Ah, that look. You thought of something just now. A desire unfulfilled, yet still haunting you.
Phrolova:
But what if I told you that even the most irreversible fates could "start over"?
Phrolova:
Ah, how careless of me... I forget I'm speaking to someone who chose to wipe their own past...
Phrolova:
Here, we shall witness the advent of the Lost Beyond.
Phrolova:
A land of serenity, harmony, and perfection... A sphere beyond the reach of time... A new world never to be marred by tragedy.
Phrolova:
How crude. That name strips it of its poetry and warmth.
Phrolova:
I composed it, note by note. And within the tower, it opened its arms to the world for the first time.
Phrolova:
It is my chance to mend what was broken, to fulfill every wish I could never make true.
Phrolova:
Yet for the Lost Beyond to truly endure, for its melody to bring joy, it still needs a divine "texture."
Phrolova:
Yes. Only with the texture can each movement resonate in perfect harmony. Only then will this new symphony truly come to life.
Phrolova:
But Fenrico smothered its first breath before it could even cry out. I won't let him twist its melody to serve his own ends.
Phrolova:
Deep within the Lost Beyond.
Phrolova:
With the last of my strength, I cast it into the depths and sealed the gateway leading to the tower.
Phrolova:
If I cannot claim it, no one shall.
Phrolova:
Sealing an entire realm drained my power. When my strength failed, the Order's betrayal was no longer a mere sting, but a blade, heavy and sharp.
Phrolova:
But with every strike, I saw things more clearly... Yes, I could not resist the pull of the next blade.
Phrolova:
But I cannot fall. The immortal Divinity within grows and writhes. It will not remain caged forever behind that gateway.
Phrolova:
The Lost Beyond will return.
Rover:
So you're saying the Order might get to the Gem before us?
Rover:
Without the full picture, I can't trust you so easily.
Phrolova:
Heh, trust...
Phrolova:
How absurd, to speak of trust between us.
Phrolova:
There is only one Gem.
Phrolova:
No matter how this unfolds, we'll see which of us walks away with what they desire.
Rover:
Where should we go next?
Phrolova:
This path is a shortcut, but difficult to pass through.
Phrolova:
That one takes longer, but may be smoother.
Phrolova:
In truth, either will take us...
Phrolova:
Heh... if you insist.
Phrolova:
Steel yourself for the twisted hymn.
Rover:
How do you know what lies ahead?
Phrolova:
The area before us is vital to the Order. Fenrico wouldn't leave it lightly guarded.
Phrolova:
Ready your blade.
Rover:
(No, forcing my way through won't work.)
Rover:
(I should try my luck elsewhere.)
Rover:
(Is this the right way...?)
The door doesn't budge.
The door doesn't budge.
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
Even if you opened it, you'd find nothing but a dead end.
Rover:
(Fabricatorium of the Deep... It belongs to the Order.)
Rover:
(Is Phrolova an intruder or the Order's accomplice? Is she after the Gem as well?)
Rover:
No other way out. Only one choice left...
Phrolova:
Lost your way?
Phrolova:
There is still one path you've left unturned.
Phrolova:
Say again, please?
Phrolova:
Shall we?
Rover:
The same door again...
Phrolova:
Time your moves carefully.
Phrolova:
That way, you can shift its state at will.
Pursuer from the Order:
They're here!
Phrolova:
We should leave.
Rover:
(This is much faster.)
Rover:
(But how long can she keep this up?)
Rover:
The Order has tried every possible way to block us.
Phrolova:
I'm sure you've learned how to handle it by now.
Phrolova:
...
Rover:
What's wrong?
Phrolova:
...Nothing.
Phrolova:
...What a cacophony.
Rover:
They shouldn't be here, right?
Phrolova:
Yes, but given how twisted the melody is, anything could happen here.
Rover:
Is this the Gem's doing?
Phrolova:
It's Fenrico's.
Phrolova:
Steel yourself for the twisted hymn.
Rover:
How do you know what lies ahead?
Phrolova:
The area before us is vital to the Order. Fenrico wouldn't leave it lightly guarded.
Phrolova:
Ready your blade.
Phrolova:
A harmonious tune shall unveil the path forward.
Phrolova:
But along the seabed, the melodies have been distorted, tangled beyond recognition.
Phrolova:
Restoring them will take time.
Pursuer from the Order:
You, open that gateway...
Phrolova:
Out of the question.
Phrolova:
...
Pursuer from the Order:
Even if you don't... the Primus will be there... You'll never get the Gem...
Pursuer from the Order:
This is... the only way!
Phrolova:
Leave them be. They won't wake.
Phrolova:
Mismatched rhythms, twisted frequencies. Both are signs of the Gem's touch.
Phrolova:
How vexing. After all this time chasing me, they still haven't learned to let go.
Phrolova:
I'm just surprised the Order dared to target you. I thought they'd behave before the great Laureate.
Rover:
Spare me the commentary. Fenrico wants the Gem, and I intend to stop him. That's all that matters. Now, lead the way.
Pursuer from the Order:
They're here!
Phrolova:
Noisy...
Pursuer from the Order:
Take them down!
Rover:
More guards, just like you said.
Phrolova:
They're all yours.
You reach the key area where Common Echoes are created. Phrolova warns you to avoid the dangerous mists, but the two of you disagree on which path to take.
Rover:
What is this place?
Phrolova:
It is where the Order of the Deep crafts Common Echoes.
Phrolova:
Yes. The Orchestration Altar is there.
Phrolova:
However...
Phrolova:
Keep your eyes sharp. The mist is another trap they've set for us.
Rover:
So let's avoid it. Which way is faster?
Phrolova:
The left one.
Rover:
...
Phrolova:
Still in doubt?
Rover:
The right one seems closer and safer.
Phrolova:
Suit yourself.
Phrolova:
See, doubt made the hand on the dial move two more ticks.
Rover:
...
Rover:
We should be able to take the rail here, right?
Phrolova:
Hm? Ah, wait a moment, I'll activate it first.
Rover:
(She clearly drifted off just now. What was that about?)
Rover:
(Is this… really the right path?)
Rover:
(I need to stay sharp and quickly get a handle on this place to be sure of my way forward.)
Phrolova:
The escaped samples have been corrupted by the twisted melodies.
Rover:
They're too hostile… No choice but to take them out.
Phrolova's Orchestration has restored the area, but overusing her ability plunges her exhausted mind into more hallucinations. She finds herself beside her loved ones, playing music and sharing laughter as they accept her every word. Phrolova then faints, thinking the long-awaited death has finally come for her, but you bring her back.
Phrolova:
The melody has returned to its proper rhythm. This place is beginning to restore itself.
Phrolova:
Soon, it will recover too.
Luneau:
I knew we'd make beautiful music together! Another perfect rehearsal!
Triss:
Hold on, you played ahead of the beat. I heard it!
Luneau:
Ahem... Well, Phrolova, your playing and Triss's improvisation were completely in sync! No wonder you're our best violinist!
Phrolova:
It's only because... I've played this piece countless times before.
Triss:
Oi! Don't be changin' the subject now!
Noemie:
I've heard tell you've been asked to perform far from here? I'm sure you'll amaze them all, just like you always do.
Phrolova:
That performance...
Triss:
Are you alright, Phrolova? You look a bit pale...
Phrolova:
Plans have changed, but it's nothing to worry about.
Triss:
I see... When you can, come back and rest, will you? You've been workin' so hard!
Triss:
I remember you said this is the only place you could truly rest. But you're always busy, and sometimes things here get a bit... messy.
Phrolova:
I'm here with you.
Phrolova:
Triss, do you want me to keep going with my plan?
Triss:
Of course! I wanna sing and sing forever!
Phrolova:
Even though this isn't the home we once knew?
Triss:
I know it's not. I'm not the same as I was either. I died in an accident, hundreds of years ago.
Triss:
But I still feel me inside, and I can still laugh and sing. It doesn't feel any different.
Triss:
I know you can do it, Phrolova. You'll bring everyone back, and I'll be right here waitin' for ye. I'll wait for that day.
Triss:
By then...
Phrolova:
By then, you will stand on an even brighter stage.
Phrolova:
(I'll be here. "Always.")
Phrolova:
This time... Will death be real...?
Phrolova:
Am I... finally going back...?
???:
But you can't, Phrolova. You can't simply die. Didn't you promise to bring them home?
???:
Phrolova... Phrolova... Wake up...
Rover:
Phrolova... Phrolova!
Rover:
Losing that much blood and not even trying to treat it... If you really wanted to die, I could've made it quicker for you.
Rover:
You deliberately teeter on the verge of death. Are you that desperate to see what you truly desire?
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
We should move.
You find recordings that reveal Fenrico's scheme to seize the Lost Beyond and the Threnodian's residual energy, which seems to contradict his previous commands. Fenrico appears to notice his abnormality. When Phrolova points out that Fenrico is in disarray, you suspect he has fallen under the Threnodian's influence. You then seize the moment to ask Phrolova about her true reason for creating the Lost Beyond. She simply replies that it was but to keep a distant promise and satisfy an obsession.
Reporting Acolyte:
Primus, Phrolova has reached the final stage.
Fenrico:
The foundation of the Paradise is complete. It is time to purge those who have strayed.
Fenrico:
The souls trapped in darkness need a temporary dwelling. For that, we need her work.
Reporting Acolyte:
But Primus…
Fenrico:
You hesitate. Why?
Reporting Acolyte:
This is... different from what you told us.
Reporting Acolyte:
You said our goal was to return the divine power within the Gem to the holy sphere. You never mentioned this part.
Reporting Acolyte:
Has the plan changed?
Fenrico:
...
Reporting Acolyte:
Primus? Should I continue the recording?
Fenrico:
Recording... When did I ever... I see. No, continue recording.
Phrolova:
Or, more precisely, this man of authority has already sunk deep into the mire of his own confusion.
Rover:
(This feels a lot like what Cantarella described before.)
Rover:
(Is the Threnodian's power driving him toward something?)
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
Because... I made a promise long, long ago.
Phrolova:
A long-lost friend once told me that every promise matters. Once you make one, you see it through, no matter the cost.
Phrolova:
Well, nothing like what you'd call "long ago," I suppose.
Phrolova:
And?
Phrolova:
Heh...
Rover:
Resonance abilities are tied to emotions. If your stubbornness drove you to create an entire Sonoro, then I'd call it an obsession.
Phrolova:
Perhaps.
Rover:
The frequencies of these Order Echoes feel unnatural.
Phrolova:
The Order created them. They know how to warp them just as easily.
Phrolova:
Made up your mind?
Phrolova:
Let's proceed.
Rover:
That was close...
Rover:
This is...
Phrolova:
Remember, the essence of all things can be altered.
You find the Echo Brooders where Common Echoes are being incubated. Phrolova explains how it all functions.
Phrolova:
Echo Brooders.
Phrolova:
To create Rinascita's Common Echoes from the twisted fragments of Tacet Discords and Echoes.
Phrolova:
Born in chaos, yet shaped to be amiable and useful. How interesting.
Phrolova:
A touch of vibrancy woven into ruin, an opus of life that lasts for an eternity…
Phrolova:
The art of reshaping frequencies is far more fluid than one might think.
Phrolova:
And... brimming with vitality.
You question how Phrolova knew of the Echo attack in advance, to which she explains she heard a restless discordance and much more. Fragmented whispers echo in her ears.
Phrolova:
I heard the restless discordance.
Phrolova:
There are whispers that reach me beyond these…
???:
(It hurts... Phrolova... I don't want to be here...)
???:
(Take us away... Only you... Only you can...)
???:
(Don't leave us... Don't leave us here...)
Phrolova:
(...)
Rover:
If I time it right, the way forward might reveal itself.
Rover:
Here it comes again…
Rover:
The same trick should do.
Rover:
Well then… seems we'll have to do this together.
Phrolova:
Very well.
Just as Phrolova tries to use her ability, a sudden hallucination shatters her focus. Visions of close people from the past fill her mind. She realizes that the Threnodian's residual energy she sealed away is now causing disturbances in the Lost Beyond.
Leah:
Phrolova, you're back.
Aeschylus:
You don't look well, child. Did something happen?
Phrolova:
Nothing to worry about. {Male=He;Female=She} will take care of it.
Phrolova:
I heard your murmurs just now… You didn't seem this frightened the last time we met, Leah.
Leah:
Frightened? Heh, nothing gets under my skin at this age.
Phrolova:
What about... death?
Leah:
Ah, now there's a true demon. Always unwelcome, always reminding you of the shortness of our days and the regrets we can't mend.
Leah:
How I'd love for this merry life to last forever, for things to never change, and for no one to take their leave.
Triss:
That's not right! If I've fulfilled my one true purpose, then death could never scare me!
Melissa:
Oh, not this nonsense again, Triss! Come on, dinner's ready!
Melissa:
Phrolova, it's time to go home for dinner! Your parents must be waiting for you!
Phrolova:
My parents... waiting for me...
Aeschylus:
Haha, Triss's words remind me of myself fifty years ago. Wouldn't you say, Leah?
Leah:
Aye, she spends far too much time with you…
Phrolova:
What do you think now?
Aeschylus:
Now? I just want to watch a few more sunrises with my Leah.
Phrolova:
My, my. I thought the meticulous Rover was supposed to be flawless in battle.
Phrolova:
…A crack has appeared on that gateway.
Phrolova:
This one also needs...
Rover:
I'll activate it.
Rover:
How did you know the gateway had cracked?
Phrolova:
I felt the disharmony within the Lost Beyond.
Rover:
That was fast...
Phrolova:
How pathetic that most will overlook the smallest of fractures... but for now, time remains on our side.
Phrolova:
I see you're prepared.
Phrolova:
(Everything is but a frequency. The living and the dead, Tacet Discord and Echo… In Solaris, they are one and the same.)
Phrolova:
("My" existence stands as proof.)
Leah:
Careful now, my child. Watch your step.
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
Time to switch the rail.
Rover:
Got it.
Rover:
(She seemed to have just noticed it… strange.)
Rover:
An audio recording here.
Rover:
(This way's blocked, and the rail's out of order. Looks like I'll have to go left after all.)
Rover:
How did you know the gateway had cracked?
Phrolova:
I felt the disharmony within the Lost Beyond.
Rover:
That was fast...
Phrolova:
How pathetic that most will overlook the smallest of fractures... but for now, time remains on our side.
Leah:
Phrolova, you're back.
Aeschylus:
You don't look well, child. Did something happen?
Melissa:
Phrolova, it's time to go home for dinner! Your parents must be waiting for you!
Luneau:
I knew we'd make beautiful music together! Another perfect rehearsal!
Triss:
Are you alright, Phrolova? You look a bit pale...
Luneau:
Ahem... Well, Phrolova, your playing and Triss's improvisation were completely in sync! No wonder you're our best violinist!
Triss:
Of course! I wanna sing and sing forever!
Phrolova suffers from another hallucination while using her ability despite her injury. This time, she is shown the chaotic, desperate minds of people from the past facing death. She comforts them, and after a brief moment of pain, she quickly recovers to continue the search for hope.
Leah:
No—!
Aeschylus:
Wake up, my love! It's me! Can't you recognize me?
Aeschylus:
Phrolova, it's happening again...
Leah:
It's time for the rehearsal… I don't want to go… No… Don't go…
Phrolova:
I'm here.
Phrolova:
I've found the way. Soon, I'll bring you all back.
Leah:
Don't leave me... Take me with you...
Aeschylus:
My child, no one can escape death. Let go of what we've told you. In the end, we're all bound to face it.
Aeschylus:
…And perhaps the only thing left for us is to accept it.
Phrolova:
Aeschylus, over all these years, each of you has spoken to me in contradictions.
Phrolova:
Words of surrender, of perseverance, of fear, of pleading…
Phrolova:
Fate is fickle, ever ready to devour. Death comes swiftly, without warning...
Phrolova:
...And in its shadow, I have seen you at peace, in fear, in sorrow… and in madness.
Phrolova:
But worry not, for I am here.
Phrolova:
I will always be here.
Aeschylus:
Phrolova, my poor child...
Phrolova:
(How many times has it been? How many times has he tried to let go, only to tighten his grip again?)
Phrolova:
(Life is as fragile as trembling leaves caught in winter's breath, their quiet cries swallowed by the wind.)
Phrolova:
(The more fleeting, the harder to judge if our choices were ever right. To find meaning in them, one must first walk a path that stretches into "forever.")
Phrolova:
(With a soul reaching toward the world's end, like mine... and like {Male=his;Female=hers}…)
Phrolova:
(Even when lost at a crossroads, there's no need to despair. No matter how far you've gone, you can always turn back and find your way home.)
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
(...)
Leah:
Careful now, my child. Watch your step.
Phrolova:
Time to switch the rail.
Rover:
Got it.
Rover:
(She seemed to have just noticed it… strange.)
Rover:
(This way's blocked, and the rail's out of order. Looks like I'll have to go left after all.)
Phrolova:
Almost there.
Rover:
Just like before, you'll handle the Orchestration.
Phrolova:
Mmm.
Rover:
More guards, just like you said.
Phrolova:
They're all yours.
Rover:
The frequencies of these Order Echoes feel unnatural.
Phrolova:
The Order created them. They know how to warp them just as easily.
Phrolova:
Keep up.
Phrolova:
This way.
Phrolova:
There.
Phrolova:
We need to Orchestrate here.
Phrolova:
Give this a try.
Phrolova:
Stay focused.
Phrolova:
Let's go.
Phrolova:
All set. Shall we?
Phrolova:
Wrong way.
Phrolova:
Get back.
Phrolova:
That's not it.
Phrolova:
What's the matter? Tired already?
Phrolova:
Why have we stopped?
Phrolova:
Cease your stalling.
Phrolova:
Handle them.
Phrolova:
Don't test my patience...
Phrolova:
Be vigilant.
Phrolova:
Hmm?
Phrolova:
Strange.
Phrolova:
Together?
Phrolova:
This requires the two of us.
Phrolova:
Same as before.
Phrolova:
Come on.
Rover:
I bet Fenrico never imagined these pipelines would end up making our lives easier.
Phrolova:
This place depends on them to transport energy across the site.
Rover:
Pipelines to transport energy... that means more noticeable frequency fluctuations around them, huh?
Phrolova:
Exactly.
Rover:
Why are there so many devices here?
Phrolova:
That's why.
Rover:
Is that...?
Phrolova:
The main conduit to the energy storage.
Phrolova:
Everything here is giving it power.
Respectful Acolyte:
O great Sentinel. Please grant us mercy for our sins.
Respectful Acolyte:
O forgiving Sentinel. Grant us serenity.
Respectful Acolyte:
O Sentinel of ages. Make us whole.
Guarding Acolyte:
Your actions reveal a heart still troubled by the world. You are not ready yet. Please leave.
The Acolyte asks you to leave the line due to your unusual behavior.
Rover:
Fenrico wanted to keep this place under wraps. There may be more to it than meets the eye.
Phrolova:
Let's take a look up ahead.
Phrolova:
There shouldn't be any interference from here on out.