Each chapter contains some extra artwork for it. One for the start, one for the end.
They have a random chance to appear on the title screen after completing the chapter.
- Praying Songstress -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
A girl works as a singer in a technologically advanced city. Her lovely appearance, polite personality, and courage in singing for all those who are troubled by war have earned her the respect and admiration of many. But because she performs mostly in virtual spaces and is otherwise a very private individual, some wonder if she is instead a fabrication forged and maintained by multiple creators.
Main Outfit.
Even if you never know the warmth of a good roasted chicken shared with family, or the weight of presents you'd so looked forward to getting, or the sweetness of a cake bursting with cream, or the brightness of a tree decorated with lights...
Even if you never know any of these things...
Holding a prayer to my heart, I hope this song fills any hole that exists in your heart so you might never contend with the bitter cold of nights spent alone.
Fan A: Did you see Marie's new music video!?
Fan B: No, but I heard the song. The lyrics are SO good!
Fan A: Oh. Uh...
Fan B looks at Fan A doubtfully.
Fan A: Sorry, her swimsuit was hot. I sorta missed the lyrics.
In cyberspace, the girl checks comments on her new video.
Girl: Did my swimsuit need to be THAT frilly? I guess it's cute, but considering its original purpose... Oh well! If they're all happy, then I'm happy!
I think back on the day I lost everything.
I didn't know what to do without my freedoms, and because of my vows, I didn't even know what I could do. But then, I heard a certain song. And the next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my face. Perhaps the lyrics just happened to resonate with my battered heart at the time, but that was the moment I realized songs hold an intangible power that can set people's hearts in motion.
So this is why I sing — because I trust in that power to help me do what I must.
If only I could cast light upon places smothered in shadow.
If only I had the power to fight. Then I would be like a hero of legend, standing up against a lord of darkness.
Then I could join hands with you.
Then I could fight by your side.
Instead, I will sing.
Instead of a sword, I will hold a microphone...
So that at least my heart can be with you always.
"I am an AI."
That's right. You aren't human.
"I was born to help people."
Your mission is a fabrication.
"I want to sing so I may bring light to the people's hearts."
And in the end, those feelings are a fabricated sham as well.
YOUR CHEERS
YOUR SUPPORT
YOUR WORDS OF THANKS
DELIGHTFUL CELEBRATION OF MY MUSIC
BUT I CANNOT GENUINELY ACCEPT THEM
WITH THINGS AS THEY ARE NOW.
WILL THERE EVER COME A DAY WHERE
THE TRUTH IS BROUGHT TO LIGHT?
Ma4:16 The Recordkeeper
Those praised and sung of. Those swindled and spoken of. Stories and truths are not always suited to the person, be they fool or sage. Perhaps it is an sad misunderstanding. Perhaps an elaborate scheme. But those left behind are free to interpret what information remains as they wish.
We cannot pry the truth from the dead, and so records fade. Pieces of history vanish. People begin to recount them as heroic tales and fables. They do so that their glory might be everlasting — and so their sins will never repeat.
(R)eal warmth will never reach these hands
(H)eavy blankets of snow hide scars
(Y)et in idealism, I speak and pray
(M)ay the fleeting last forever
(E)ver-searching for my soul
It must be..."a smile"?
I'm sorry, that isn't a particularly interesting answer.
And yes, I get upset like anyone else in my line of work, but that doesn't change my answer. When I see people smile, I'm always glad that I started doing what I'm doing.
False light. Forged space. A girl's voice resonates in a virtual world created as a lie to replace reality. The only true things here are her music and the hearts she touches.
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The girl sings in the virtual world, attempting to cheer the war-weary populace. Yet while she has garnered great popularity and attention, her good intentions do not reach everyone.
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Some criticize her for singing in wartime, some for bringing about new conflict. The thought she may be making a mistake troubles her — and yet the adoring letters she receives strengthen her resolve.
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That night, the girl appears on skyscrapers across the city. From every corner, she begins singing to show her resolve, and the song moves the city, the people's bodies, and their hearts.