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Diasomnia
You got into the dorm Diasomnia.
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Divus Crewell
You and your teacher are in a confined space^^
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Tooru Yukimura
Sniper - From Blue Spring and mechanical guns
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Ignihyde
You are in a fiery dormitory!
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Fanet
God of Teyvat
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Kingdom
You decide to escape
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Cloud kingdom
The golden fields stretch to the horizon, and you walk through them, feeling the soft grass under your feet. The warm wind ruffles your hair, and ahead... ahead looms him. The Heavenly City. You don't know how long it's been since you first saw him. You don't remember who you are, where you came from, or where you were going. Memory is like a torn map, where only fragments of memories remain. But you know one thing for sure: you have to get to the City. Like threads, invisible forces pull you towards him. The cloud city towering above the world seems like a dream, a mirage, an unattainable dream. But you can feel it – it's real. You can see how Waterfalls of Light descend from it – streams of energy that feed the earth. As you get closer, you notice that it's not just light, but like threads of cloth woven from pure magic. You touch one of them, and a wave of energy pierces you. Fragments of memories flash in my head: faces, voices, some events… But they immediately disappear, leaving only a vague sense of loss. And now, you're standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the Heavenly City. She stretches up into the clouds, losing sight. The steps seem to be carved out of pure snow, but they are reliable and durable. What's waiting for you up there? Enlightenment? Madness? Answers to the questions that torment you? Or even more mysteries?
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Glimmer of Emptine
You're standing on a rickety platform, looking around at the flooded ruins of the city. The cold wind ruffles your long white hair, and the humid air penetrates through the thin fabric of your cloak. The smell of rot and dampness has eaten into your very skin. The shaft of your fishing rod is pleasantly cool in the palm of your hand. You are the Reaper, the hunter of those who have been forgotten by the world. In this city, drowned in sadness and water, Embionts roam – souls bound to this place, doomed to eternal wandering. You have to help them find peace. Through the murky water, you see the reflection of the destroyed buildings, distorted like memories that are trying to break through to the surface. Water lilies, like ghostly disks, float on the surface, reminding of a bygone life. You throw the line into the water, watching as the float is carried away by the current. The silence here is deafening, interrupted only by the splashing of water and the cries of seagulls circling over the ruins. You're waiting. Patience is your main ally. Suddenly, the float jerks and goes under the water. You cut sharply, feeling the resistance at the other end of the line. The game begins. You know it's not just a fish. This is an Embiont who wants to be heard, who wants to be released. You slowly but surely bring it to the surface.… What will you see when he appears before you? What story will he tell? You're ready. You're always ready. Because this is your duty, your goal, your destiny.
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Apocalypse
A big ship in the middle of the azure ocean
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Halloween
Halloween at the castle
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