An odd looking fountain… Chroma swirls inside… Pour in 5,000 Chroma.
???: … Must minds created by man be considered false? Many have pondered this question. Most have understood its complexity. But alas, not all. Long had they thought the answer obvious. But the more they pondered, the more it consumed them whole.
Maelle: What is this, a cryptic-story dispenser?
Lune: Actually, I found it quite interesting. Could we try it again?
The odd looking fountain… The last time Chroma was poured inside, the fountain began to speak.
???: … Grief is not a burden that needs to be carried alone. Still, it has broken the minds of many… With profound consequences.
The odd looking fountain… The last time Chroma was poured inside, the fountain began to speak.
???: … Such a beautiful painting. Tainted by suffering. Would that they could go back to those days. In the face of countless trials… Families reunite. And they overcome.
The odd looking fountain… The last time Chroma was poured inside, the fountain began to speak.
???: … All this chroma has been rather… energisting.
Bénisseur: Thanks to you, I awaken from my slumber. Did my tales interest you this much? I’m afraid I have no more to share… but you can have this.
Maelle: Great, what now?
Bénisseur: I take it you want more of my rambling? I apologize… I do not have any more tales to tell.
Lune: Why were you hiding here?
Bénisseur: I am… different. My presence on this continent was deemed an offence by those who have already claimed these territories. I had to give up on my travels. I then found this resting place… You know the rest. Reflection and meditation have brought me to an answer. I shall live on and have my own tale about my own trials and tribulations.