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  "embed": "{\"color\": 13610073, \"title\": \"Adverse Prelude V-5\", \"author\": {\"name\": \"(Note: This is Part 1)\"}, \"footer\": {\"text\": \"This embed is only for reference purposes, and not intending to violate copyright\"}, \"thumbnail\": {\"url\": \"https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/721590529397358703/785578473984229406/Story_adverseprelude_pressed.png\"}, \"description\": \"*The end.\\n\\nThe girl adorned in shadows peers through the broken window into another time.\\nHer smile returns.\\n\\nWhat a fool she was.\\n\\nNot the girl in white, no.\\nHer.\\n\\nThe vision in the glass is no memory.\\nIt cannot be, of course.\\n\\nWhat she’s seeing is a future: a future that she should have expected,\\nthe fool, the idiot dreamer.\\n\\nThe glass shows an unmistakable image of herself, run through with a jagged pillar of glass,\\nthe wound seeming to sear her clothing and body apart in a blistering, pale, and consuming flame.\\n\\nThe blank, barren lands of Arcaea stretch out far behind her, and before her,\\ncoaxing the pillar with a lifted hand and a blinding, fiery glow around her shoulders,\\nis a girl clad in white, a very familiar one, though her expression is hidden from this vantage.\\n\\nIt is the girl standing before her now.\\nThe one she has only just met.\\n\\nThis is no memory: it's a vision of what will come to be.\\n\\nFaced with this, Tairitsu retreats into herself,\\nand confronts the one truth she was determined to ignore.\\n\\nHer conviction didn't matter.\\nShe will never find anything good for her in this world.\\n\\nThat last hope is dyed black now, drowned in despair, forgotten.\\nWhat else would happen?\\nWhat was her hope for?\\nIdiocy. Tiresome, blind idiocy.\\nTiresome effort.\\nTiresome memories.\\nTiresome existence.\\nTiresome, awful, sick of it. Sick of this, sick of herself,\\nsick of everything in this never-ending, mocking play.*\"}",
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