Phrolova

Basic Attack Perform up to 3 consecutive attacks, dealing Havoc DMG. When performing Basic Attack Stage 3, enter Reincarnate state. Heavy Attack Consume STA to attack the target, dealing Havoc DMG. Press Normal Attack shortly after casting this skill to cast Basic Attack Stage 2. Scarlet Coda Phrolova enters the Compose state every 25s. When the following 3 conditions are met, Heavy Attack is replaced with Scarlet Coda. - Has 6 Volatile Notes. - In the Compose state. - Not in the Resolving Chord state. Scarlet Coda: Consume STA to deal Havoc DMG, Stagnating and pulling in nearby targets. This instance of damage is considered Resonance Skill DMG. Each stack of Aftersound additionally increases the DMG Multiplier of this instance of damage. Casting this skill is considered as casting Echo Skill. Casting this skill sends Compose state into cooldown and activates the Resolving Chord state. Mid-air Attack Consume STA to perform a Plunging Attack, dealing Havoc DMG. Dodge Counter Press Normal Attack after a successful Dodge to attack the target, dealing Havoc DMG. Press Normal Attack shortly after casting this skill to cast Basic Attack Stage 3.

Attack the target and deal Havoc DMG. Casting this skill sends Phrolova into Reincarnate.

Waltz of Forsaken Depths Phrolova's max Resonance Energy is 0. Waltz of Forsaken Depths does not consume Resonance Energy. When in the Resolving Chord state, Waltz of Forsaken Depths becomes available. Casting this skill ends the Resolving Chord state, and Phrolova enters the Maestro state for 24s. Maestro Gain 120% ATK increase. Phrolova floats in the air and commands Hecate to fight. Hecate will share Phrolova's stats and statuses, and damage dealt by Hecate will be considered coming from Phrolova. Hecate's attacks will not remove the target's Hazy Dream state. During this period, Phrolova plays the Volatile Notes in turn. Each Volatile Note holds for 4s. If Phrolova is the active Resonator on the field, she can give the following cues to Hecate. Any damage taken by Hecate in this state affects Phrolova as well. - Cue - Basic Attack: Press Normal Attack to command Hecate to cast Basic Attack - Hecate. When Phrolova is the active Resonator on the field, for every 2 times Hecate casts Basic Attack - Hecate, the next Basic Attack - Hecate is replaced with Enhanced Attack - Hecate. - Cue - Dodge: Press Dodge to command Hecate to dodge an attack. Hecate takes no damage from a hit successfully Dodged. - Cue - Reset: Press Jump to reset Hecate's position. - Cue - Curtain Call: Press Resonance Liberation to command Hecate to cast Curtain Call and end the Maestro state. When Phrolova is not the active Resonator, Hecate takes no damage and automatically casts Basic Attack - Hecate to attack the target. When Resonators in the team cast Echo Skill, Hecate casts Enhanced Attack - Hecate to attack the target. This effect can be triggered up to 10 times in total during Phrolova's Maestro state. Echoes of the same name can trigger this effect 1 time. Switching back to Phrolova ends Maestro state. Ending Maestro state removes all Volatile Notes. Basic Attack - Hecate Perform up to 2 consecutive attacks, dealing Havoc DMG (considered Echo Skill DMG). Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Strings When Phrolova plays Volatile Note - Strings, Hecate casts Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Strings when casting Enhanced Attack - Hecate, dealing Havoc DMG and Stagnating the targets (considered Echo Skill DMG). Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Winds When Phrolova plays Volatile Note - Winds, Hecate casts Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Winds when casting Enhanced Attack - Hecate, dealing Havoc DMG, pulling the targets in (considered Echo Skill DMG). Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Cadenza When Phrolova plays Volatile Note - Cadenza, Hecate casts Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Cadenza when casting Enhanced Attack - Hecate, dealing Havoc DMG, Stagnating and pulling the targets in (considered Echo Skill DMG). Curtain Call Curtain Call can be cast via the following 5 ways, Stagnating the targets and dealing Havoc DMG. - When Phrolova is the active Resonator on the field, end the Maestro state. - When Phrolova is in the Maestro state, switch to Phrolova without casting Intro Skill. - When Phrolova is not the active Resonator and the Maestro state ends, switch to Phrolova without casting Intro Skill. - When Phrolova is in the Maestro state, press Resonance Liberation. - When Phrolova is in the Resolving Chord state, hold Resonance Liberation. When in Resolving Chord state, casting Curtain Call removes all Volatile Notes and ends the Resolving Chord state.

Suite of Quietus Attack the target, dealing Havoc DMG. Press Normal Attack shortly after casting this skill to cast Basic Attack Stage 3. Suite of Immortality When in the Maestro state, the next Suite of Quietus is replaced with Suite of Immortality. This replacement is cancelled if Curtain Call is cast while in this state. Suite of Immortality deals Havoc DMG (considered Resonance Skill DMG) and Stagnates the target. Press Normal Attack shortly after casting this skill to cast Basic Attack Stage 3.

The incoming Resonator gains 20% Havoc DMG Amplification and 25% Heavy Attack DMG Amplification for 14s or until they are switched out. If Phrolova is in Maestro state when she casts this skill, Hecate additionally casts Enhanced Attack - Hecate 2 time when Phrolova is switched off the field while in the same Maestro state duration.

Basic Attack - Movement of Fate and Finality When in Reincarnate, press Normal Attack on the ground to cast Movement of Fate and Finality, which Stagnates the target, dealing Havoc DMG (considered Resonance Skill DMG) and ending Reincarnate afterward. Resonance Skill - Murmurs in a Haunting Dream When in Reincarnate, press Resonance Skill on the ground to cast Murmurs in a Haunting Dream, dealing Havoc DMG (considered Resonance Skill DMG) and ending Reincarnate afterward. Aftersound Phrolova can hold up to 24 stacks of Aftersound. When Phrolova is not the active Resonator, casting Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Strings, Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Winds, and Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Cadenza grants 1 stack of Aftersound. When Phrolova is out of combat, all stacks of Aftersound are removed every 30s. Volatile Note Phrolova can hold up to 6 Volatile Notes. When Volatile Notes reach the max number, gaining new Volatile Notes moves all Volatile Notes one slot to the left, and the leftmost Volatile Note - Strings or Volatile Note - Winds will be removed. Hitting a target with Basic Attack Stage 3 or Movement of Fate and Finality grants 1 Volatile Note - Strings. Hitting a target with Resonance Skill Whispers in a Fleeting Dream or Resonance Skill Murmurs in a Haunting Dream grants 1 Volatile Note - Winds. When Inherent Skill - Accidental is activated, casting Suite of Quietus, Suite of Immortality, or Echo Skill grants 1 Volatile Note - Cadenza. Phrolova cannot obtain Volatile Notes during Resolving Chord.

Casting Echo Skill grants increased resistance to interruption and reduces damage taken by 30% for 15s. After casting Suite of Quietus, Suite of Immortality, and Echo Skill, the next Volatile Note becomes Volatile Note - Cadenza.

Obtain 10 stacks of Aftersound upon entering battle. This effect cannot be triggered again within 4s after exiting the combat state. For every 1 stacks of Aftersound, Crit. DMG is increased by 2.5%. When Aftersound reaches the max, each new stack of Aftersound increases Phrolova's Crit. DMG by 1%, up to 100%. The increased Crit. DMG is removed when Aftersound stacks are cleared.

Has a chance to produce special dishes when cooking.

Crit. Rate increased by 1.20%.

ATK increased by 1.80%.

ATK increased by 1.80%.

Crit. Rate increased by 1.20%.

Crit. Rate increased by 2.80%.

ATK increased by 4.20%.

ATK increased by 4.20%.

Crit. Rate increased by 2.80%.

The DMG Multiplier of Movement of Fate and Finality is increased by 80%. The DMG Multiplier of Murmurs in a Haunting Dream is increased by 80%. If Phrolova has less than 2 Volatile Notes when she is not in the Maestro state and stays out of combat for 4s, she gains Volatile Note - Cadenza until she has at least 2 Volatile Notes.

The DMG Multiplier of Scarlet Coda is increased by 75%. Aftersound now additionally increases the DMG Multiplier of Scarlet Coda by 75%. Casting Scarlet Coda grants 14 stack of Aftersound.

Echo Skill DMG is Amplified by 80%. Casting Scarlet Coda will convert all Volatile Notes to Volatile Notes - Cadenza in turn. Targets hit by Enhanced Attack - Hecate: Cadenza will have their ATK reduced by 20% for 15s.

Casting Echo Skill grants 20% Attribute DMG Bonus for all Resonators in the team for 30s.

Upon entering the Maestro state, generate a field to Stagnate the nearby targets, which lasts for 4s. Leaving the Maestro state or switching to other Resonators removes the Stagnation effect early. Damage taken during the Maestro state is reduced by 30%.

The DMG Multiplier of Enhanced Attack - Hecate is increased by 24%. During Movement of Fate and Finality and Murmurs in a Haunting Dream, command Hecate to cast 1 Apparition of Beyond - Hecate, dealing Havoc DMG equal to 216.42% of Phrolova's ATK (considered Echo Skill DMG) and granting 8 stack of Aftersound on hit. If Phrolova is not the active Resonator during the Maestro state, targets take 40% more DMG from Hecate and Phrolova. If Phrolova is the active Resonator during the Maestro state, gain 60% Havoc DMG Bonus.

Evaluation Basis: [Resonance Assessment RA-F2005-G] Resonator Phrolova's Awakening occurred at the time of her death, granting her the ability to tune the frequencies of her target and alter their "melodies" based on the understanding of critical frequency structuring of matters. The strength of such tuning ability is proportional to her physical condition. Latest test data indicate that under extreme Overclock conditions, while maintaining consciousness, Phrolova's tuning can be extended to a maximum of 30 times the normal range, with the longest duration record of 46 seconds. Due to the complexity of its origin, the exact timing and cause of Phrolova's Awakening cannot be defined. Phrolova's Tacet Mark is located on her left arm. The Tacet Discord mutation following her Awakening prevents her body from aging, with the alteration in the color of her left iris being the sole physical change observed. Test results indicate that when Phrolova's body is within a healthy state, skin reconstruction and frequency reassembly take approximately 6 seconds, while internal organ restoration requires 15-18 minutes. No fatal weakness has been found as of the writing of this evaluation. Examinations reveal a large mass of chaotic frequencies housed within Phrolova's body, estimated to be around one thousand frequencies. The exact quantity remains undetermined. Further experiments confirm that these frequencies have no negative impact on her body or Resonance Ability. Such frequencies are deemed of zero significant value and are only related to Phrolova's mental fluctuations. Analysis of test samples has revealed a consistent, flat Rabelle's Curve followed by a sharp ascent and stabilization. Therefore, Phrolova is identified as a Mutant Resonator. Through multiple experiments, it is confirmed that her method of Awakening cannot be artificially replicated upon any other individual.

Resonator Phrolova's waveform graph displays sawtooth and needle-like fluctuations. The Time Domain pattern frequently reveals intense and chaotic activity. During testing, the Time Domain data displayed significant distortion, and the peak value remains indeterminable. Resonant Criticality: Extremely low. Resonator Phrolova's frequency displays extremely low stability. It is noted that she has a documented history of Overclocking. However, she has consistently demonstrated control of her Overclocking, indicating a potential to explore methods of stabilizing and prolonging Overclock states of ordinary Resonators by leveraging this mental stability.

The audience drowned in the performance. Some sat frozen, others trembled, swaying like reeds in a storm. In the dark, countless eyes locked onto that lone, delicate yet powerful figure, their stares hypnotized by the rise and fall of her arms, like scattered notes lost in a feverish improvized elegy. The presto's boiling melodies ignited the burning desires in their chests. Suppressed emotions flared. Uncontrolled. Uncontained. They choked on the music's maddening climax, dragged to the edge of their sanity alongside her. At the cliff's brink, above a yawning abyss, they hungered for the blossoms of destruction and rebirth. Yet, just before that leap could be taken, the conductor stilled her arms under the spotlight. The music ceased with a sudden, almost cruel finality. She stood there motionless, like a statue, chest heaving. The last tether of reason that pulled her back had snapped, dissolving into the sea of emotions where she drifted alone. Her gaze was set on the ceiling, never once lowering to meet the eyes of the audience below. Was that the end? Silent. Perturbed. Lost. The audience began leaving in a daze. But before they reached the door, the music returned like echoes from the past. It easily hissed back to life in an endless loop in their skulls, more captivating than when it was first heard, awakening and amplifying the madness within each one's heart. In an era of brightness, people would walk out with smiles on their faces, embracing a gilded tomorrow as they drank the crimson song. In an era of darkness, the blackened song would become the final straw, leading them to the windows above without hesitation. She never seemed to care what color her music might paint for others. She only continued to sway her hands through the cycle of time. And those sitting in the music hall never pondered where the music would lead them. Time and time again the creator of those warm and sorrowful melodies stood on that stage, yet no one ever paused to wonder what kept her there—whether it was art, fury, or grief for a love long buried in dust.

The scarlet hall was often empty, its only occupants the Overseers' flags fluttering in the cold wind. Among them, the flag bearing the Lycoris had long since discolored, yet it clung stubbornly to its place, never falling. As most Fractsidus members would recall, the Overseers come and go like shadows, very few would choose to linger here. But she was the most elusive of them all, with the flag being the sole mark of her existence. She had abandoned everything an Overseer might claim here—no belongings in her room, no unnecessary words. She did not belong here. The detached silence made her seemingly neglectable, yet whenever the thought that she might be dispensable to Fractsidus—or Fractsidus to her—the silent Lycoris would unexpectedly emerge from the darkness. Like a sharp bloom, she would pierce the heart of the enemy, fulfill her task, and vanish once more. Nothing here seemed to be of interest to her, and few knew why she had joined at all. There was only one place in the Fractsidus that could tether her steps. At times, she would stand on the upper levels of the laboratory, quietly observing the developments of human integration with the flesh and limbs of Tacet Discords, or the advancements of Overclocking technology. She watched the burning desires in the eyes of those who actively sought evolution, their struggles toward rebirth. Screams of success, laments of failure. As if she were seeing more than just them. At other times, she would appear like a phantom deep into the night, holding a lamp as she browsed the latest research results. Yet she never took a single page, as if everything ended in disappointment. Those who occasionally witnessed this scene would be left puzzled, wondering what exactly she was trying to accomplish.

When life becomes infinite, what path should one take in this world? She had no answer. The unprecedented emptiness and vastness of existence left her at a loss. In response, she chose to close her eyes and let music speak for her—untamed notes spilling out her loneliness, her sorrow, her rage, careless of when or where they fell. The crazed genius had gained renown, yet remained as willful as ever. She outlasted every praise and insult, watching the same events and hearing the same comments repeat endlessly. Time after time, she faced loneliness, until finally she understood that seeking dependence was ultimately futile. Precious moments were often fleeting, and only those forced to stay continued to bear the pain. Gradually, her mind cleared. Then it hardened. She shut out the world, numb to all feeling. She walked alone, ignoring the crowd beneath the stage, blind to the world beyond. She did not change her name to disguise herself, caring little about people's speculations and questionings. Anyone could perceive her physical age, but few could guess the age of her soul. She would have wandered like a ghost without purpose forever, but what happened at that single performance offered her purpose. At her moment of realization, the unbearable time passed in an instant, as if her entire life had contracted. She desperately sought anything she had yet to comprehend, searching for any talents that would shine in the flow of time. If people believed she was their greatest hope, she would gladly satisfy their curiosity. Across countless eras, she subjected herself to experiments, enduring her own decomposition and rebirth. Pain made her feel anchored to reality, yet she could only approach the past through the gaps of pain. None of her attempts were too hard to bear, for pain would ultimately be forgotten. But why then did she feel the walls closing in? Why did her infinite path now feel like a tightening noose? Was this not the way forward? She reached out her fingers between the narrowing gaps, desperately searching for a way out.

Ancient statues were especially valuable and difficult to procure due to the unique materials and exquisite craftsmanship that made them. Yet, the more cherished a treasure, the more likely it was to meet destruction. What seemed accidental often carried a hint of inevitability, as if the self-destructive tendencies of their owners sealed their fate. This statue fell from the top of the cabinet by accident someday, shattering into countless pieces that scattered across the floor. The era in which it was created had long passed, and now she was the only one who remembered its original form. Determined to restore it, she would set aside time to carefully glue the pieces back together. She started from the interior, reassembling tens of thousands of pieces based on the image of her memory. It was a task that required utmost concentration, and in those moments, her empty heart found calm and fulfillment. The world achieved perfect harmony as she worked. But when she slowed her pace, the world around her seemed to accelerate. Before she realized, she had restored most of the statue. It could now function and move as it used to. But this was far from enough. The beauty of its exterior was also an inseparable part of the statue. Every adjustment, every action had to follow her will to achieve perfection from the inside out. Victory seemed close yet distant at the same time. Every time she completed a section, another would fall under the weight of time. Cracks would always exist. She kept on working, putting each fallen piece back where it belonged time and again. The more anxious she became and yearned for the final result, the more the pieces seemed to scatter. For too long she had stared at the statue, and the countless cracks on its surface began to resemble countless smiles, mocking her pursuit of perfection. They reminded her that the gap between fantasy and reality would forever exist, that she was only struggling with endless futility. For too long she had stared at the statue, that the cracks began to serve as a reminder that there was much to be done. This imperfection was already part of the statue. The cracks beyond perfection had, at some point, become the perfect gaps.

She looked up towards the sky. It was blue. But she remembered it being dark red. She climbed over the fence on a search, as voices echoed around her, holding her back. "You had a bad dream," they said. So it was all just a dream... Like the fleeting clouds above, her white dress drifted across the grassland towards town. The sun rose as usual, and the town repeated the same chimney smokes and laughter day after day... Day after day, the ordinariness sank into her, and so did this feeling of stagnation. Her music no longer progressed, and people's thoughts no longer adapted to change. Day after day... How long had it been since anyone ventured beyond the edges of town? Where did the food come from? How did they manage an endless supply of daily necessities? These were the questions she pondered as she walked further into the distance. Coming up on the town's edge, she saw a red figure standing before the hazy mist. It had waited for a long time as if anticipating her arrival. Her intuition told her to stay away, but for some reason she reached out to place her hand in its palm, only to grasp a handful of blood. The sky was indeed dark red. She was but a dilapidated body with only one eye, covered in bright red flowers, unable to struggle or move. Why wasn't she dead? She gazed at the ashen sky, her hand involuntarily trying to grab the muddy red earth. Within her limited vision, her long-disappeared fingers slowly reappeared. The deaths of others cradled her rebirth, their residual Reverberations condensing in her right eye. It wasn't until she found the courage to leave the town and face reality that the "Beyond" enveloping her retreated deep into her heart. Red flowers trembled and fell, revealing new skin beneath. The echoes of laughter had not yet faded. She had indeed had a very long dream, a beautiful dream granted by the "Beyond." But who is it to say dreams cannot become reality? She looked up. The sky was truly blue now. The endless stagnation and the dream-shattering mist were no more. This was a new "Beyond" she had tirelessly recreated, identical to the one they had placed in her heart. People still called her name. And this time, she would surely embrace the real ones.

Her expression was calm, yet her hands waved with fervent, exaggerated motions, sweeping across one score after another. Reason teetered, then was torn, drowned beneath emotion's storm. Notes were shattered, then reborn, twisted into sound deformed.

She was the one who received their gifts. She was the one who buried their remains. One by one, the strings sang their exalted cries. Cycle after cycle, her bow played through repeated demises.

Once again, she stood before the music hall's entrance, with the ticket in her hand. She began to forget what exactly she was waiting for. The friend who understood her music? Or the path that shared a similar destination? The crowds thinned. The doors closed behind the last of the audience. Yet, the ticket remained in her grasp. Then came the clarity: she had waited for neither. She was only waiting for a small thread to hang on to. A lifeline she dreamed of. She would wait no longer.

No need to rush off, the show isn't over just yet. The late hours of Tricktown belong to the revelry of bonfires, and the second act will begin at the stroke of midnight. Raise your arms, dance with abandon, and let us unveil the wild side of this city together. Free yourself through conducting, and let the notes forever carry the fervent, uninhibited essence of this night. But be careful, I might throw the baton your way at any moment.

I know full well that the differences in that piece won't go unnoticed. The inspiration for such improvisation is a gift from the city of Peyero. The sound of the city's chiming fountain was pure and clear, with a hint of warmth. When it first reached my ears, it felt somewhat familiar. As I conducted, I couldn't help but think... it was like meeting an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Would you like to experience it? Consider it a unique epilogue to this performance.

Would you care to know why the musical structure of this performance intrigues me so? The massive Ferris wheel I saw to the west side of Skob. Two cabins, locked in a perfect chase, forever parallel, much like a perfect fugue. They are bound to cross paths again, perhaps yearning to draw closer, yet forever unable to touch... How about joining in and becoming a part of this silent piece?

The winds of Dolores are more brisk than I imagined. Their bite mirrors the audience's stoic silence, both filled with tension. From the conductor's podium, I can almost hear the wind whispering. It's as if I've stepped outside myself. I stand there, letting the wind scatter my hair. It blows away thoughts I shouldn't have... and maybe even me. Hmm, maybe that concert hall owner was right, and I've gone a bit mad.

I've said it all now... Don't overthink it. These words have been waiting to be spoken for a long time. I've rehearsed countless ways of saying them, but truth be told, they've long since outlived their usefulness. As for why I'm revealing them now... Keeping them locked away forever would be too great of a loss. To believe them or not, is up to you.

I control the phrasing and dynamic balance through the rise and fall of my hands, shaping the notes into the sounds I desire. Through waves of pain and pleasure, I drive the orchestra toward its climax, where no one falls behind and none can escape. Until... until the symphony in my heart finds its perfect form.

After enough failures, the sting fades, and with it, the burden of worry.

The taste of redcurrants... the only thing that has left an impression on me. Its sour and bitter taste, perhaps? I find it quite tolerable actually. Maybe I've simply grown used to it...

After meat is smoked or roasted, its taste is similar to... Never mind.

I wish to comprehend the cycle of life by experiencing it over and over again.

Hecate has always stood at the crossroads of the other world, waiting, as if knowing that our paths would inevitably meet. The day I finally saw it clearly, I learned its name and understood the boundaries and choices it embodied. It stood there, silently, as if to say, "This is the moment to decide." Only when I placed my hand in its palm did I realize—Hecate is me. The me of the other world, the me of this world, and the me who moves freely between them... From that moment on, "I" became the guardian of the boundary, perceiving all, seeing even the farthest reaches of both worlds.

Overclocking is already common practice for the Fractsidus. I've seen countless people walk toward it, seize control, and exploit it. Of course, they are fully aware of the dangers it brings, death included. Don't disagree just yet. If you look at it from another angle, you'll see it offers not just a hopeless path to death, but a chance for a different kind of rebirth. After all, humans are creatures who seek safety, threatened by fear, clinging to life at all costs. But we... we should master not only living, but living even after death.

A singular existence. A living purpose. A point of reference... Heh, given all this, isn't it comforting to openly acknowledge that he and I are both using each other for our own ends?

Attempting to awaken true free will in mankind, one that dares to confront the very truths of this world is an intriguing pursuit. Pity that blind will, without the anchor of survival, becomes naught but a flash in the pan. Are not the uncontrollable turns and imperfect endings caught within the cracks of the script the very tolling of a warning bell?

Madmen who don't play by the rules lack elegance. With but a breath, they undo even the most meticulous of plans. I care not for his true desires, only that he remain as far from me as fate will allow.

Not human, yet possessing a will whole as any mortal's. A creation molded by Divinity... how I envy her. If only I could unearth the universal truth behind her success, then perhaps the echoes from the other shore would sing even sweeter.

Your birthday? Today, you say? Oh. … Well, if you're expecting a present or some kind wishes, then simply wait here. A long wait can be considered a gift in itself.

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Do not fear the Fractsidus Overseer. Settle your mind. Quiet the clamor of thought. Only then can you stay and truly appreciate the perfect melody echoing through the Lycoris sea... and the true paradise that is soon to arrive.

Come, let us finish this performance we've all been waiting for. Together.

An invitation… for me?

See? I haven't lost my touch.

An ensemble? With me?

The warm yet bittersweet first movement is hidden in the dark night, alone and forlorn. Now, those haunting, ghostly cries have begun to fade away.

The shadowed, sorrowful second movement conceals unease and terror. Are you not afraid? It will raise its dagger with force, tearing through the veil between life and death.

The bright and lively third movement carries the whimsical air of fantasy. Even suspended above falsehood and unease, it compels the notes to keep dancing forward.

The decisive and powerful fourth movement brings forth a rousing battle hymn. Carried by the rapids, it surges across an endless land, sweeping all before it.

This is... the final flourish. You've given it an unexpected change... Since that's the case, why not sit and listen as I play the full composition to its end? Do you have time now?

We wither together…

Absolute futility…

Thus you fall…

Heed the echoes.

Life or death. No alternative!

Wails, rejoicing!

Meaningless rumble.

Be erased.

You're in my way.

Preparatory beat. Begin.

Ictus. Ready.

Cadence. Halt.

Chant, songs of old.

Witness, blossoms in wilt.

The soul, never entombed.

Shh…

Annihilation.

Ensemble.

Oblivion.

Join me in accompaniment.

An intriguing concerto.

Do keep up.

Missed a beat.

I feel nothing.

This changes nothing.

If only I was closer…

I have returned…

This is far from the finale…

Let your will take form.

Symphony of life.

Will the approaching sounds be... beautiful enough?

Prelude to arrival.

Won't you have a look?

Are we there yet?

Music to my ears.

Indispensable.

What significance will you grant them?