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- Sophia
- Description
- Dearie, thanks to you and Augustine, I have the whale zither in my hands. It’s time for me to confess something, because music doesn’t tolerate lies. I want to record a special song not just for the townspeople. Please bring me some tools and play with me. Then I’ll tell you everything.
- Completed
- As I sing, my fingers dance on the strings of the whale zither, reflecting my feelings: love, resentment, sadness, delight... I’ll write down the lyrics and notes of the song and put them in a bottle of sleepy sand. Now this song will reach not only my listeners but also... my father.
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