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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.21.2509;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\f0\fs20 - The end of a Phantasy - \par
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My Room. \par
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::P Machinery function:: \par
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::Give item:: \par
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Star Atomizer \par
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''It seems like this diet won't make you grow up fast, Bhirava'', I let go in a sigh, as I pat the head of my solemn hovering friend. \par
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Bhirava \par
Production level 59 \par
GH 301 \par
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''Bhirava''. I vaguely recall having had a ''MAG'' that went by that name. Followed me around... in a different world... perhaps it was just a dream. \par
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A song is playing.. it isn't from this world, but I can hear it. It gives me hope, hope to live beyond death. Faith that I can; faith that I will. A.. Amethyste? Always Running... I find it soothing, fitting, such a harmonious melody. Odd twist of fate that the night I decide to write my memoirs, I am blessed with such a chant. \par
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Hope... by Lemon and Einar K. Songs change, I stay idle, I contemplate those rooms of mine. Sitting in one; standing still in the other. Planning my life in one; my funeral in the other. \par
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''I should be out in the field...'' I tell myself, eyes aching. \par
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''I just want to sleep.. why am I still talking to you, Bhirava. Why am I still in this room?'' \par
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A moment passes by. Bhirava doesn't utter a word. \par
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He-she-it just hovers. \par
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''O. I remembered, I'm waiting for you to be ready to accept another Star Atomizer. So much for ''force-feeding'' you to max level, uh? I guess I won't make it hard on you. I should probably just look up how long it takes instead of talking to myself in this room.'' \par
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It would seem it'll take some time, but if all is good, Bhirava should be able to come with me for its first - perhaps its last - exit. S \par
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