An arcanist artwork, exhibited sometime in the 1930s. Duration unknown. Created in the winter of December 21. Original venue unrecorded. Once toured the worl... [Read more]
Japanese: Saori Onishi
English: Caledonia Wilson
An arcanist artwork, exhibited sometime in the 1930s. Duration unknown. Created in the winter of December 21. Original venue unrecorded. Once toured the world before vanishing, now under examination by the St. Pavlov Foundation and scheduled for a renewed showcase soon.
- Ah, the inside of the suitcase ... a place Matilda has often spoken of. It is an honor to finally see it for myself. We have much to speak about, you and I—how fortunate that we have been granted the time to do so.
(First Encounter Voiceline)
- This rainy season—in which the world is broken down, reshaped, and toyed with like wet clay—will be a long one. Still, I do not find the uncertainty unpleasant.
(Suitcase Climate Voiceline)
- The future—had you spoken on it earlier, it would have been a dull, predictable subject. Once, beneath the Sephirot's glow, I saw it as plainly as the past. But now, with so much changed, I find myself just as curious as any to see where fate will lead us.
(To the Future Voiceline)
- Du chaos naissent les questions, et dans leurs réponses, nous trouvons l'ordre. Pour ceux qui ne voient pas la voie du destin, la vie n'est qu'une mer en tumulte. Mais en apprenant à la naviguer, on peut y trouver un sens. Ah, je vous en prie ... entrez.
(Greetings Voiceline)
- Another quiet visit? I do appreciate your attempts to bring some 'surprise' into my life. There are madeleines on the table—take one. Let your efforts yield at least some small reward.
(Morning Voiceline)
- Were the sun not to rise in the morning, dread would befall the world. The constants of life console us, yet when given a life of constants, we soon grow numb. We are all walking contradictions—and thus, it is never quite possible to wholly divine our futures.
(Bond: Morning Voiceline)
- Mind the divination sprites—they have a habit of following diviners like myself. They are not malicious, merely curious and willfully ignorant of house rules. No matter how carefully I lock up the night before, the crystals are always in disarray by morning ...
(Night Voiceline)
- I slept in a suitcase last night. Words I never expected to speak. I mean no reproach—the experience was ... refreshing. After all, novelty has ever been a rarity in my life.
(Bond: Night Voiceline)
- Beyond the hair on our heads, Matilda and I share few similarities. I suspect she would rather be remembered as a powerful diviner than simply as my daughter.
(Hat and Hair Voiceline)
- I often wander the fields in the Wilderness to feel the heavy ears of barley against my palms. Ms. Bunny Bunny tells me that, when baked at various temperatures, they may produce a variety of alcohols. Though I admire her dedication to her craft, I feel it is best I abstain from her next tasting session.
(Sleeves and Hands Voiceline)
- Bien des Bouaniches m'ont dit : « Tu es un cristal d'une clarté rare, par lequel l'énergie divine des Séphiroth s'écoule sans entrave vers le monde matériel. »
(Clothing and Torso Voiceline)
- Those who resisted the current and those who surrendered to it were both carried off by the river.
(Hobby Voiceline)
They were fragile back then, mere pebbles cast into the water, yet I found some joy in watching the splashes they made along the way. But now, it seems, we may all find satisfaction. For the river has lost its course, and what was once just a splash now carves a current all its own.
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