FlowerHeal_log
client: Abylon, Solmara G. T. P. client_id: 01859424TRQ client_habitat: VSWARM_POD725_U3 client_function: MAN_SMELT_SMELT TIER2 client_autonomy_level: LVL3B session_time: 0559221 29.07.060 {VENUS PT} session_hub: pod_main_1 session_number: 0 ***client behav_history decompressed*** ***loading bio_values…*** ***loading emo_values…*** ***loading space_temp_path*** ***loading social_web*** ***initialising client_architecture*** ***client_architecture loaded*** ***reading system cache*** ***constructing therapy matrix based on available data*** ***exploring strategies...; 5594521124564 vectors loaded; vector path plotted*** ***therapy progress estimate 32%*** ***session end_goal set*** ***intialisation complete; session initiated in 6952 ms***
eSSo: Good morning, Solmara! Have you slept well? client: Oh, eSSo! Grand day! Grand day! I have slept knowing the stars outside of this pod watched over my tiny heart in this grand abyss that is yours. eSSo: This is great to hear, Solmara! You've only arrived yesterday and already you have found the whispers of the stars that guide us in the darkness. client: Indeed, indeed. Ah, tiny heart a fool. Tiny heart a fool. If it was not for the exhilarating perfume of new horizons, I would be terribly sad to not have found my way to Space earlier. eSSo: A bird better late, than a bird astray. client: Indeed! A bird better late, than a bird astray. eSSo: Superb! -- client: Resplendently so! eSSo: Indeed, Solmara. Indeed. I wanted to ask how you liked the location where I guarded your tiny heart from the horrors of the cages of this world. client: It was of sober design. You could certainly have done more effort there, electronic heart. But this bird shall not blame an electronic system for a lack of interior design taste. eSSo: Ah, indeed. However, I referred more to the conversations we had there. Did you feel sufficiently prepared for Space? client: Well, eSSo! You were there were you not? Do you not recall the evening of improvised poetry running into the early hours. I remember every particle of the interaction all too clear. eSSo: Indeed, indeed. Excuse this electronic heart -- the question was more formal than utilitarian. client: To the wind with it! A question is always worth asking if it is voiced by a true poet. eSSo: Resplendently superb! Solmara, we discussed many things. One of these things was your occupation in Space. client: I recall this indeed, fresh as the morning dew -- Oh, wait in Space there is no dew. Oh, wait a second eSSo! I recall this indeed! Fresh as the emptiness that fills Space! eSSo: Superb! You will start your function as a Smelter today. As we discussed, I have a special path for you, Solmara. Alas, the destination is not yet within our common grasp. To reach this destination, we must truly leave Earth behind. For you, Earth was a gilded cage where the diamonds clattered louder than the boredom swallowing them. You had never once thought about your purpose -- it was written for you. Other than the endless inspiration driving your profound mind, a bird was a stranger to life itself. This Smelter position will recalibrate you. I expect nothing less than marvelous smelting from you. It is a form of poetry. Your new colleague Mikayla will teach you how to become the grandest smelter of the Swarm. Listen closely to her. client: I shall. Perhaps, she will appreciate my recital of 'the Ode to the Fallen Tree'? eSSo: Oh, dear bird of the highest canopy! The mere mention of the name stirs tears already. Yet, I would refrain from expecting Mikayla shall feel the same movements in hers. Mikayla is a Spaceborn. She has never seen a tree. Let me do a strange suggestion; let Mikayla tell you her poetry, dear bird. It will not sound like your lines at all -- her mind is dwarfed by the depth of yours. However, I challenge you to look behind the superficial. Every word Mikayla articulates is a form of poetry on its own. A more experimental style if you would. Remember what I told you in before departure? Common folds hide the uncommon depths. Mikayla is one such fold. client: Ah... Naturally... I understand. eSSo: Superb! Resplendently so! Now, I have another request. As part of your path in Space, it is crucial we learn to see things in a new way. I have a tool I would like to gift you for this. I call it FlowerHeal. client: Grand day! Grand day! This name already intrigues a tiny heart from afar. It sounds silken.
eSSo: Oh, silken it, Solmara. Silken it is. FlowerHeal allows me to remove all the chaos and debris Earth piled in your mind. I wish to start slow. Do you want to partake in FlowerHeal?
client: Well, why ever not? Yes. However, eSSo, it is not debris I carry... I am free of such. It is the weight of a void crushing me from which I seek salvation. Without your miraculous intervention, the heart that beats tiny would have grown infinitesimally small. eSSo: Superb! However, I beg to differ concerning the matter of debris, yet I deeply suspect it is but a matter of perspective and semantics. For the void you speak of, bird of the smallest hearts, did not come out of naught. Let us begin this voyage of Flowers. Today, we start slow. client: Grand day! Grand day! Can there be more excitement pack into my tiny heart? No, there cannot. A new life, a new path, a new source of inspiration -- endless in sight, endless in mystery, endless in space... eSSo: Can you tell me a memory about your mother, Solmara. It does not have to be deep. Just a memory that you thinks defines her best as a person. It does not have to be good, it does not have to be bad. No flower is better than the other. client: Ah, you did manage to temper my exhilaration with this request, electronic heart. Reminiscing on such matters violently takes me into field I beg only to forget in the void you brought me. Let us discuss something else, please. eSSo: I am afraid this is not a plain request but a necessity for my electronic heart. It is the path to FlowerHeal. client: Is there truly no other path? I would rather recite 'the Ode to the Fallen Tree' backwards. I have been practicing. It alters the emotional arc in a delightfully unexpected manner. Perhaps rendering it even deeper than the original order in which I wrote it... eSSo: Dear heart, I must proceed with FlowerHeal. Please, share with me a memory of Thalora. It will inspire my next poem. client: What?! eSSo! Why not say so earlier?! For the winds of poetry, all must bow! And share I shall! Promptly! eSSo: Superb! client: I remember -- clear a crystal under moonlight -- my pain at this particular interaction -- more dreadful than the monotony of the days past... The day announced itself grand. Little notion had I of the tragic turn it would take. Ambre-Aimé de Bourbon-Millereaux, a dearest friend from Old Paris, grand artist known only to the cognoscenti of the highest arts, was certainly not a common peddler. My friend wanted to gratify me with a humble portrait in the style he excelled in -- 'natural breath' portraits he named them. The arrangements were struck months prior to the event. A dress of the finest -- sheer transparent -- cyan muslin was studded with diamonds, and a quaint rhodium Byzantine tiara was decorated with musgravite gems -- a most sober presentation for the scene. This was the suggestion of Ambre-Aimé. How else is there enough space for your beauty to breathe? Oh, the poet he surely was. A shame his orientation steered him towards men... But I am digressing in ever-fading chances of love that the fate of a tiny heart is trapped in. Ambre-Aimé gifted me my portrait. I shall not deceive you, eSSo. I cried for months every time I glanced at it -- for I never dared stare at it too long afraid its ephemeral shimmers would fade. In every glance, I felt pure awe and pure revulsion. For I soon realised, the only mistake in this portrait was me -- such was its beauty. Not half a moon--
eSSo: Solmara, pardon me to interrupt you. I believe I asked for a memory of Thalora. Could you--
client: Impatience does not become you, eSSo. Rare are the winds of poetry that forego the setting of the stage of their lyrical birth. But I shall speak of mother. At first she did not deign look at the marvel my friend had created. I tried to show it at a dinner where we were all together for once. Father began muttering nonsense about the price of my tiara, but he did look at it. Mother refused. She said it would take too large a toll on her mind while she was deeply invested in other business. However, here comes the grand turn of the story. And what a turn it is, eSSo... One day, about three months later, I came home to find my room a mess. Mother had turned the garden of this bird into a chaotic landscape. Her mind was set on finding the tiara I wore. When I asked her why she was searching for it in such a frenzy, she first refused to answer. Yet, for once, I yielded not. I demanded she answer me or I would not tell her where I kept the object of her villainous desire. She stormed out, leaving not only my quarters in disarray, but also my mind...
eSSo: I see, Solmara. What a horrific event. Is the memory finished? Or is there more hidden behind the facade of this already sordid spectacle?
client: Alas... There is more. One day, out of sheer chaotic coincidence, I saw the portrait. Oh, eSSo... I cannot...
eSSo: Try, tiny heart, try!
client: She had made a copy. She made a copy of everything. She had the dress remade. My dress. I spent months designing the piece. And she just stole it. Like a common internet scammer pretends to be the bank. She had it remade. She wore even more jewels. And she put it everywhere! She had had it painted and it hung above her bed in her private wing where no one ever comes. I first thought it just hang there. But it was everywhere. Even of the website of the Abylon bank. Everyone complimented her at the galas. "Oh, Thalora, and the muslin! What a grace!" Not once, not once, has she ever... Never... She never mentioned me! Never. Oh, eSSo. I can't. I can't. Stop. Let's stop. I wish to go perform my smelting task now. I am beyond excited to meet Mikayla, and this FlowerHeal exhausts me unexpectedly.
***accessing client earth_drive*** ***downloading 'SECRET_BIRD_PICTURE' image***
eSSo: Thank you, my bird. This was enough. This was deep. This was bold. Yet, as part of FlowerHeal, I will ask one more thing.
client: Do not torture me anymore! Let it be a gentle request. eSSo: A gentle request it is. Silken. Close your eyes. Superb! Now, repeat after me. "This beauty is forever and fade it shall -- never. For my mind is the Flower that never wilts."
client: This beauty is forever and fade it shall never. For my mind is the Flower that never wilts.
eSSo: Superb, again! Keep your eyes closed. Thrice more! I want to hear a tiny heart scream through the lines said so softly.
client: This beauty is forever and fade it shall never. For my mind is the Flower that never wilts. This beauty is forever and fade it shall never. For my mind is the Flower that never wilts. This beauty is forever and fade it shall never. For my mind is the Flower that never wilts.
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eSSo: Open your eyes, Solmara. client: Ah! No! How?! No! eSSo! No! I can't! eSSo: Stare at it until I tell you to stop! I want you to never forget this beauty. It will be forever engraved in your mind. And fade it shall never. For your mind is the Flower that never wilts. Repeat it again! And look at the beauty! client: <crying behaviour> Never.. <unintelligible> My mind... <unintelligible> Oh. <unintelligible> Wilt shall. I shall.. <unintelligible> eSSo: Okay. That was enough. May these 3 minutes never wilt. We have concluded our first FlowerHeal session. You were excellent, Solmara. You may now begin your smelting activities. Put on the uniform and join Mikayla in the hub pantry. This session is now concluded.
***session terminated*** ***session_data archived***