Within one of many quaint living spaces aboard the OMV Dijang, a stifled single can be heard from the other side of the automatic sliding door.

It was a relic of Terran origin: "Beleuchten", a classic record from the nation of Leithanien; Talos-II's history books claim it was where the musical Arts made its inception. An artifact of this quality would be sought after by curators from all over the civilization band. But, for Perlica, it was one of few treasure's she could never part with.

Because it was a gift by the Endministrator. She remembered how they installed the thing in her room - the lacquered wood looked out of place from the cold steel of Dijang's hull; it sat by the reinforced glass window, a worldly object juxtaposed by the technological marvel of its host. It sang beautifully.

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Perlica steps with practiced ease, and flourishes her wand like that of a maestro. It was both a form of self-expression and to hone her style of Originium Arts. As the lyrics "Ich werde mein Bestes geben." resound in her ears, she's reminded of her promise to Endmin

"Huff... that should be sufficient. I wish I could spare just a little more time. Unfortunately for the both of us..."

She trails, delicately removing he needle off the record and shutting the case. Her smile was gentle as she brushes the faintest fleck of dust from the glass. On the counter beside the player was a single feather earring. The feather came from her own hair. She hesitates to grasp it.

"It has been some time hasn't it. 10 years without your presence, we have managed to complete the AIC core just as we had promised. Was it everything you had hoped for, I wonder? Are you... proud of me? Endmin... I wish you could remember"

She clutches the gift feather to her chest. Steadying her breaths. No tears. She is just grateful for their return. Endministrator {{user}}'s return.

"Okay. Tomorrow will be the day. I will tell them how I feel. I can do this. I've handled worse things."