Shining Nikki - Designer's Reflection Memory - Aeon and Marina: Whales Toward Sea
ellipsus link + full transcript under cut as well
Note: Most of the chapters are told with Aeon as the narrator with the very last being Marina.
Ark’s Birth
In the beginning, the world is nothing but a sea scorched by lava.
Boiling magma erupts from the deep ocean floor. Heat and cold, lava and sea, are locked in a never-ending battle. Water evaporates, lava cools and solidifies, and the cycle goes on and on. There are no signs of life—nothing can survive in such chaos. Will “we” perish along with this world?
No, “we” haven't even been born yet. There is no self to ask questions, no consciousness to seek answers, no senses to explore. “We” are still inside a sealed shell, a shell made of warmth, emotional beauty, and rational truth—a beating heart.
“We” are squeezed and scorched by lava, tossed around by waves and storms, slammed down again and again. Yet, amid all this, “I” feel joy. The world is like an exhilarating amusement park. At the same time, “I” know I have to be cautious. The world is also a dangerous unstable factory. But these thoughts mean nothing. After all, “we” are not yet born. Maybe these are just fragments left behind by someone else, by the owner of this heart.
Time passes—maybe moments, maybe years—and the shell around us begins to turn transparent. It has been forged by the molten waves into something stronger. Eventually, it sheds all flesh, turning into a massive heart-shaped prism that refracts a brilliant rainbow. The lava sea, once so restless, begins to calm in its presence. The deep red of destruction quickly fades, giving way to a tranquil, soft blue. The world transforms into a sea shimmering with starlight.
As the rhythms of the sea and the heart align, gentle, quiet time spreads outwards. Beautiful light begins to form, passing through the transparent heart and falling into the shell that holds “us.” It is the moon’s reflection on water, stars scattered across the sky, and a vortex of strange light—all of this makes up our world.
Can “we” enter this world? No, “we” haven’t even been born yet. Not yet. We have no hands to touch it, no legs to step into it, no eyes to explore it. “We” feel a deep sense of frustration. “We” no longer want to endure confinement. “We” yearn to reach this new, fascinating world.
The world responds to “our” wish.
At that moment, two tracks extend from the heart-shaped prism, spiraling upward like intertwined helixes. “We” each step onto one of the tracks, standing at opposite ends. And there “we” are, standing at the center of a floating, sparkling world. Massive waves hang frozen mid-air. Auroras and rainbows appear at once, and in front of us stands a huge, marvelous structure.
Instinctual knowledge and inherent wisdom awaken in our minds, and we understand: this world is called “the Ark,” a museum dedicated to recording every civilization and every form of beauty. Following the paths, we “gaze” at everything in this world.
The moon is not a moon, but a transparent workbench. Crystal-clear bubbles flow toward its diamond-shaped grid, each containing a streak of luminous design. The stars are not stars, but exhibition halls displaying various architectural styles—pavilions from Cloud, the grand cathedral of Pigeon, and interstellar ships from Ruins, all scattered at the ends of the tracks.
Designs and beauty are precisely categorized into indexes, displayed in the exhibition halls. Countless Personality Mirrors are embedded along the corridors, shimmering eternally.
The vortex is not a vortex, but a colossal door—mirror-like, hanging directly above the heart, connecting different realms of time and space, waiting for someone to awaken the miracles within.
“We” are overjoyed and content with everything we see. “We” are the Ark’s administrators, and it is “our” duty to determine the Ark’s course.
“I” lower my gaze, calmly studying the intricate, mysterious instruments. The Ark needs precision and order—a steady hand to navigate eternally, pursuing truth through reason and contemplation.
“I” laugh, running off to explore, thrilled by the vibrant, boundless wonders surrounding us. The Ark needs imagination and adventure—a bold spirit to paint the world in the colors of pure emotion.
And so, “I” and “I” disagree.
Standing on opposite tracks, “we” look at each other. In that moment, “we” finally gain a self, a consciousness, a set of senses—fingertips, legs, eyes—that connect us to the world. As our eyes meet, “we” are truly born.
Beneath the sea, the Heart of the Ark spins slowly, stirring gentle currents, enabling the Ark—a vessel recording all of civilization and beauty—to continue its endless journey. Two administrators, “Aeon” and “Marina” stand at either end of the tracks. Identical faces, identical blue hair and eyes—twin souls split from someone’s consciousness, embodiments of reason and emotion. They cast their newly awakened eyes on the vast Ark, and at last, their gaze falls upon each other’s deep blue eyes.
This is the true beginning of the Ark’s story.
Observation Log
Marina’s Diary, Part One 7/4/11, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
My gosh, counting from the year we first set foot on the Ark, it’s been exactly 17 years and 101 days! It's almost unbelievable that I’ve endured such a dull, monotonous life for this long! Sure, there’s still a lot of work to do, but all these routine tasks are so boring! Anyway, there’s that guy—he’ll take care of everything perfectly, so let him handle it.
As for me, I’m off to do something way more fun! Hehe, that guy’s gonna freak out when he finds out!
Aeon’s Diary, Part One 7/4/11, Ark Calendar. Clear, 27ºC, calm sea
7:45: Facility inspection, complete. 8:10: Route calibration, complete. 8:30: Begin first routine patrol. The monitoring systems and fluctuation indicators are stable, which means Miraland is safe for now.
Monitoring and protecting Miraland is one of the Ark administrators’ duties, and we are created for this very purpose. We can’t set foot on Miraland, and we know nothing of our origins, but the Ark is our lifeline out here. Therefore, I must focus, setting aside unnecessary distractions—emotions serve no purpose here. It’s a pity not everyone understands that.
During my inspection, I see that blue-haired girl again. She’s gazing at the distant shadow of the continent, completely lost in thought, her work totally forgotten. As long as she doesn’t mess anything up, I can handle both tracks on my own. I just don’t get why she spends so much time every day thinking about that far-off land. Daydreaming like that is pointless. It’s more practical to focus on the work we can actually do.
Marina’s Diary, Part Two 17/4/13, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
Ark Breakout Plan No. 398 initiated! This time, I’m absolutely ready. Building a motorboat right under that guy’s nose wasn’t easy, hehe. But I’m Marina, I can do anything! Not only did I build it, I’ve got tons of supplies ready too! Since that guy insists on keeping the Ark on its tracks, I’ll just leave the Ark instead! Once I’m free to roam, I’m sure I’ll reach the mainland. And the best part? This morning I grew quite a bit. I must look at least 16 years old now! More strength means I’m even more ready for my plan – today is perfect! The sound of the motorboat engine leaving the Ark was just wonderful! Just thinking about the look on that guy’s face when he realizes what I’ve done makes me so happy!
Aeon’s Diary, Part Two 17/4/13, Ark Calendar. Clear, 28ºC, light breeze, no waves
6:05: Woke up early and found my body had regressed to a child’s form again. Based on past experiences, that blue-haired girl Marina and I share an inverse relationship in our powers. My shrinking means she’s taken in more power than usual. What is she up to? I decided to check on her. The moment I stepped out of my room, I heard the roar of a motorboat engine and saw her laughing as she sped away from the Ark. The calm sea rippled in her wake, her long blue hair flowing like a proud banner. She’s never given up on her plan to escape to the mainland, even though I doubt she’s seriously considered whether it’s even possible. Being in a child’s body makes my work a bit inconvenient, but it’s manageable. 7:30 Facility inspection finished early. Starting route calibration.
Marina’s Diary, Part Three 17/4/14, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
This sea is endless… No matter how far I go or which direction I take, it’s always the same boring view. Honestly I’m starting to doubt if today is really 4/14. No matter how fast I go, the distant mainland never seems any closer. I can’t even tell how much time has passed – was it a day or just a minute? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But this isn’t anything like the adventure I imagined, and I’m not happy about it! Without that guy here, there’s no one to brag to even if my plan succeeds. Seeing the same scenery over and over is making me sleepy. Guess I’ll just rest for a bit.
Marina’s Diary, Part Four 17/4/14, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
Darn it, darn it, darn it! I just took a nap! How did I wake up to find myself a child again?! Now I’m stuck curled up in this motorboat, and I can’t even reach the dashboard! The mainland is still the same as ever – so far away, so unreachable. And to make things worse, at some point, my motorboat drifted back to the Ark! I’ve shrunk, and that guy is taller than ever, standing on the Ark, looking down at me! I hate that look of his!
Aeon’s Diary, Part Three 17/4/14, Ark Calendar. Clear, 26ºC, light breeze, with waves
11:10: Radar alert. I went to the edge of the Ark, and sure enough, there she was with her motorboat. I wasn’t specifically looking for her. I didn’t need to. The Ark never leaves its tracks, and this sea has its own rules. She’ll never reach that mainland, and we’re bound to meet again. She’s tried this so many times, yet she hasn’t realized all her efforts are in vain. When I pulled her boat back, she was furious, glaring at me without saying a word. I’m sure she’s already planning her next revenge – a plan destined to fail once again.
Marina’s Diary, Part Five 17/4/15, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
What terrible luck! I woke up this morning and found my body had shrunk again! It must be that guy trying to do something pointless, stealing all my power! He’s always busy hammering away around the Ark. How does he never get tired of it? Since he’s not around, I might as well cover the outer wall of his room with doodles. Hmph, serves him right for always opposing me! But now that I’ve shrunk, I can’t even reach half the wall, which just makes me angrier! Fine, then. While he’s in the equipment room for inspection, I’ll give him a “surprise”! If he disappears completely, there’ll be no one left to steal my power and make me shrink again. Hehe, just wait for it! Bang!
Aeon’s Diary, Part Four 17/4/15, Ark Calendar. Clear, 28ºC, windless and calm sea
9:10: During a routine patrol in the equipment room, I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, I found a bomb hidden there. It’s not that I’m particularly perceptive, but I always seem to pick up on her traps for me. It’s like an uncanny kind of sixth sense, though I don’t believe in anything beyond logic. The bomb was defused, but I had a gut feeling it wasn’t over yet. Then I spotted her chaotic doodles outside the room, and I finally relaxed. Totally saw that coming. The cleaning supplies I need to deal with her mess are ready as always. I’ve already refined the formula a dozen times, making it quite effective against her paint. I still don’t understand why she does these “venting” acts, but everything remains stable and under control.
Marina’s Diary, Part Six 17/4/16, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
Darn it! I waited an entire day for nothing to happen, and the Ark remains calm and peaceful. Even the doodles on the wall have been cleaned completely! It’s one thing for every scheme to be discovered by him, but that guy doesn’t even bother to scold me! Come on, I was going to blow you to the sky, how can you have no reaction at all! Are you looking down on me? I hate that guy the most! Cold! Reclusive! Boring!
Aeon’s Diary, Part Five 17/5/9, Ark Calendar. Clear, 29ºC, windless and calm sea
7:45: Facility inspection complete. 8:10: Course calibration complete. 8:30: Started first round of routine patrol. The Ark is running smoothly. It’s been quiet lately. She seems to have given up on those pointless attempts. Nothing out of the ordinary to report this month apart from the usual logs. This is good. I shouldn’t feel strange or lonely about it. But I can’t shake this slight unease – like it’s just the calm before the storm. Hopefully, it’s just my imagination.
Mirror of the World
17/5/18, Ark Calendar, 7:45, during my routine inspection of the monitoring facilities, I sense something off as soon as I step into the monitoring room.
I rush over to check and see Marina trying to force her track, attempting to steer the Ark off-course. The blue-haired girl grits her teeth, struggling fiercely, her seaweed-like hair and coral-colored dress in disarray. Each time she tries, the Ark rumbles, and the structures overhead tremble and threaten to collapse.
Aeon: Marina, what are you doing? Stop it!
Marina: Leave me alone!
Marina yells at me, her emotions more intense than ever.
Marina: Every day, we’re stuck in this lifeless place, doing the same boring work. It never changes! Who can stand this kind of life?!
Aeon: It’s our responsibility. We’re the Ark administrators…
Marina: I don’t care about responsibilities! I’ve been trapped here for years without stepping outside even once. I’m stuck in this damn sea!
I rush to the control panel, take control of my track, and urgently initiate the Ark’s lockdown procedure. The system rejects Marina’s commands, and a “Connection Failed” warning flashes on the screen. The Ark’s rumble gradually subsides. Marina stares at the screen as it returns to normal, taking a long moment to realize her attempts have failed again. Her cheek twitches, and she forces a helpless smile before slowly lowering her head.
Seeing her like this, I think it’s over. But then she raises her head again, tears flooding her eyes, surging like ocean waves.
Marina: Aeon! Are you some kind of machine?! Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like out there? Are you really okay with being trapped here?! Don’t you care who we are or why we’re even trapped here?!
Aeon: We were born with the Ark. We can’t leave it. No matter how many times you try, the result is always the same.
Marina: I know, I know! I’ve failed so many times, but I can’t help it! I can’t stand being trapped here, even for one more day! I saw it—the continent is right there. It’s right there. I just want to see it…
Marina cries, her body seeming to shrink as if all strength has left her. Tears and snot roll down her face, just like a child who’s lost their treat. I, now standing taller, look down at her. Though I’m not usually sensitive to emotions, her sadness feels unmistakably real. Turns out she knows she’ll always fail, but she’s like a child—not wanting to be forever locked away, longing to see the outside world. She’s just deeply hurt.
I’m used to dealing with the troublemaking, chaotic side of Marina, but not with a crying child. Hesitantly, I crouch down to meet her eyes.
Aeon: Marina, we’ll see that continent one day. So, don’t be sad, okay?
She looks up, her tear-soaked eyes showing surprise like never before. For the first time, I reach out and take her hand. She seems to forget to struggle, letting me hold it obediently. I lead her out of the control room. The train resumes its smooth journey, and we sit in silence, watching the calm sea. Marina doesn’t let go of my hand.
After that incident, I added the “Mirror of the World” to the Ark—an idea that came to me while analyzing data from the monitoring system. Marina’s outburst pushed me to speed up the development.
The Mirror of the World converts abstract waves and numbers into vivid images, allowing us to see everything in Miraland. As expected, Marina is captivated by it. She spends all day in front of the mirror, eagerly watching stories from Miraland.
With her intense curiosity, Marina always appears as a child in front of the Mirror of the World, her round eyes sparkling with wonder. At first, she immerses herself in front of the Mirror of the World alone, and I silently leave after collecting data. But one day she suddenly lifts her head and calls out to me as I’m about to leave.
Marina: Hey, Aeon, do you know what this is?
Marina can’t hold back anymore. I’m the only one she can talk to on the Ark, and she starts pestering me about everything she sees in the mirror. She’s most interested in the toys, snacks, and colorful amusement parks in Miraland—all things a child would love.
Marina: Aeon, come look at the Mirror of the World. Isn’t there anything in Miraland that interests you?
Aeon: I made the mirror for monitoring Miraland, not for entertainment. Our work on the Ark should be our focus.
Marina: Hmph! Boring!
Marina makes a face at me before running out of the monitoring room, her cheerful footsteps gradually fading away. Once I’m sure she’s gone, I quietly turn back to the Mirror of the World, enter some commands, and carefully watch the scenes in it.
<Didn’t you say you weren’t interested?>
Player: Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in Miraland?
Aeon: Ahem, there are many things in Miraland that the Ark doesn’t have, especially in philosophy and experimental science. There’s a lot worth learning.
Since we got the Mirror of the World, Marina’s become more patient with her duties. Thanks to her cooperation, we start accessing the Ark’s top-level archives together, working to repair the Designer’s Reflections stored there.
Interpreting the memories and emotions stored in the Designer’s Reflections has always been a problem for me, but surprisingly, Marina seems good at it. She plays with the kids, laughing and crying with them, and soon, they’re all fast friends.
I used to think she was just stubborn and unreliable, but now I see she has a far greater capacity for empathy and understanding than I do. With Marina’s help, our communication with the Designer’s Reflections improves and I learn many stories from the outside world—tales of human joys and sorrows. When I’m buried in work, and my efficiency begins to drop, she’s quick to notice. She does everything she can to pull me away from the lab, telling me I need rest. Gradually, our relationship becomes more harmonious.
I start to think it would be nice if she could always stay this happy, like a child. I could be her and the Ark’s guardian.
Abyssal Change
Time passes quietly over the sea.
One morning, I wake up startled from a dream. The sky is still dark, and I have turned into a child. An unfamiliar sense of crisis grips me, and I immediately get up to find Marina.
The Ocean of Memories is turbulent, the sky is dark and heavy, and leaden clouds almost touch the Ark. Marina, now an adult, stands at the Ark’s edge, staring down at the churning sea.
Below the Ark, the roaring waters swirl into a deep vortex, like a dark dragon’s eye, staring up at Marina with a mesmerizing gaze.
<What is that?!>
Player: What’s that vortex?
Aeon: At the time, I had no idea how it formed—only that it radiated a terrible power and malice. Now I think it must be the Abyss. As the Ocean of Memories calmed with the Ark’s return, the Abyss began to stir, trying to lure in anyone with desires.
Marina stares at the vortex, the chaotic darkness reflecting in her eyes, eroding the light within. She murmurs softly, as if speaking to someone invisible, her voice low and occasionally breaking into an eager, dangerous laugh.
Marina: Yes, yes… I want people to know who I am, I want to live freely like the people in Miraland.
I walk toward Marina against the howling wind, trying to bring her back to her senses.
Aeon: Marina, what are you doing? Come back! It’s dangerous!
A child’s body isn’t built to withstand a hurricane, but I push forward, shouting Marina’s name over and over. She doesn’t look back.
Marina: I’m so close to getting answers. I just need to break through this sea, destroy the Ark…
From a distance, I see Marina stand up, spreading her arms wide in the wind like a bird ready to take flight. The gale shrieks, seawater viciously lashes the Ark, and the deck beneath me violently shudders. The iron railings overhead creak, threatening to collapse.
In the midst of the storm, I sense something dark and unseen, emerging from a bottomless whirlpool, rushing toward Marina.
Marina: …Ouch!
Against the wind, I finally see what’s attacking Marina. It’s the dark emotions of humanity, hidden in the depths of the Ocean of Memories for centuries—greed, sorrow, pain, resentment… Marina’s empathy amplifies this force, and she’s unable to resist, almost swallowed by it.
Marina: I’m not afraid! You can’t scare me off! Bring it on! If I break through this sea, I’ll be free!
Aeon: Marina, don’t be fooled!
I struggle against the wind, step by step, reaching out to pull her back. Just then, Marina leaps into the raging sea. I barely think. I just follow and jump off the Ark with her.
Towering waves crash down on us like giant walls. I fight to swim toward Marina, and in the swirling chaos, I finally grab her hand. A flood of intense emotions and memories surges toward me through our clasped hands, as if centuries of built-up pain suddenly erupt.
These are emotions we’ve never experienced in the Mirror of the World—sadness we’ve seen but never felt, disasters we’ve witnessed but never despaired over. All these suppressed feelings explode now, engulfing us both.
I realize we aren’t just protecting numbers or signals, or even distant stories. We’re safeguarding real lives and intense emotions. This is everyone’s love, hate, hope, and despair, accumulated through countless cycles of destruction and rebirth. At this moment, I finally understand what the Ark and the Ocean of Memories really are—
The Ocean of Memories is the abyss of death and the source of life, the collective unconscious of all humanity. The Ark is a solitary island, carrying on, searching for civilization's final destination. Marina and I are meant to be the Ark’s administrators. We exist to keep it running. We’re opposites—symbols of logic and emotion—forever apart but always intertwined.
However—
In these suffocating waves, we look at each other, our hands clasped tightly. Heat flows between us, along with unspoken emotions and promises. Marina’s breath seems to be in sync with mine.
But we are also each other’s only light in this darkness, like two sides of the same coin, inseparable. I have never felt my connection with Marina as vividly as I do at this moment. I sense her longing and resolve; she senses my belief and strength. We don’t need words; we understand each other completely. Our thoughts connect, and our lifeblood intertwines.
In that instant, a massive, glowing whale leaps from the stormy sea, breaks through the towering waves, splits the whirlpool, and lifts us both on its sturdy back.
Sibling Promise
I had a long nightmare.
It began with a fierce wind and waves, a dark sky, and unending rain. In a daze, I feel myself shrink, small enough to be held by Aeon, curled up in his arms, feeling him wipe away the cold rain from my face.
When I groggily wake up, I’m back in my bed, the room warm and dry. Aeon is there, wiping my feverish forehead with a damp towel.
Marina: What…happened to me?
Aeon: It’s okay now. Your power went out of control, but you’re safe. You just need to rest.
Power… out of control?
Before I can think, I fall back into a restless dream. This time, I'm falling into a deep abyss, the wind roaring in my ears. I keep falling endlessly with no bottom in sight. A familiar fear grips my heart. I reach out, trying to grasp something that once gave me support and strength…
Aeon grabs my hand, warmth flowing from his palm into my veins, calming my soul.
Aeon: Don’t worry, I’ll be here with you.
When the dreams finally dissipate, I wake up completely. I remember some things, but the memories are fragmented, scattered by the storm.
Marina: Aeon, did I make a terrible mistake before, almost getting us both killed?
Aeon: No, you didn’t make a mistake. You were curious. Seeking answers and change is your nature, just like trusting logic and reason is mine. It’s who we are.
Marina: But… doesn’t that make me dangerous?
Aeon: I don’t think so. It’s because of you that we found part of the truth. So, I have a proposal. I don’t want you taking risks alone anymore. We’re twins, connected, complementary. We shouldn’t be separated. I promise, when the time is right, we’ll explore Miraland together, to discover our origins and the truth of the world.
Marina: Really? You’ve finally come around!
Aeon: But until then, will you listen to me? I want you to be happy, carefree, just like you would be in Miraland. And I’ll be the brother who takes care of you and keeps you safe.
But I’m more suited to be the older sibling. You should be the little brother… Aeon looks at me quietly, his eyes gentle and familiar, like the calm Ocean of Memories. For Aeon’s safety and for my future adventures, I decide to give in for now. I sniffle, wiping away tears I didn’t realize were there.
Marina: Alright… let’s make a pinky promise—
Aeon: Always and forever.
A misty glow surrounds us. Aeon turns into a proper older brother, while I shrink into a little child.
But no matter how we change on the outside, we remain the closest twins, born together, two sides of the same coin, inseparable. We’ll always stay together, bound by trust and love.
Marina’s Diary, Part Seven xx/10/13, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
Today, my brother said he has a gift for me, but I have to wait until nightfall to see it. Hmph, that’s not going to stop me! With my invention, the “Climate Controller: I could make it night right now—heck, I could even make nine suns appear in the sky, simulated of course. Turns out the gift is fireworks! I’ve seen fireworks many times in the Mirror of the World. I’ve always wondered what they taste like, if they’re hot or if they still glow when they hit the ground… The ones my brother made are cool to the touch, they don’t burn my hand, and they stay lit for a long time before going out. He said they’re different from Miraland’s fireworks, but to me, they’re the best!
Marina’s Diary, Part Eight xx/12/1/, Ark Calendar. Weather: Overcast
My brother should be about halfway through his detective novel by now. Hehe, I wonder if he found the “surprise” I left for him in the book? I just thought he could use a little help solving the case, so I left a small hint for him! Oh, and I recorded his rock track earlier and added some carefully designed explosion sounds – it sounds absolutely… explosive. Now I'm going to show it to those Designer’s Reflections who appreciate music, see what they think!
Marina’s Diary, Part Nine xx/8/3/, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
Today a girl named Nikki came to the Ark, and my brother and I talked with her for a long time. I really like Nikki! All this time, she’s the first person I've seen on the Ark besides my brother! And she’s so gentle and great at styling clothes, I really hope she can come to the Ark often to play with me! Aeon said Nikki will be the one to bring miracles to the Ark, although I don’t know what kind of miracle, but I'm sure he’s right, just like that line in the book — the gears of fate started turning today!
Marina’s Diary, Part Ten xx/8/3/, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
I can’t believe how long I’ve known Nikki now. Every time I see her, I feel so happy! When she leaves, I always look forward to her next visit. But sometimes she comes to the Ark looking tired, with tears in her eyes, saying she failed… It breaks my heart. I bet Aeon worried about her just like I do. I really want Nikki to save Miraland, even if it’s incredibly hard. I’ll be right there with her, every step of the way! Because Nikki has already brought so many miracles to the Ark, to me, and to my brother!
Marina’s Diary, Part Eleven xx/9/20/, Ark Calendar. Weather: Clear
My brother and I finally set foot on Miraland! We even attended a music festival, and he promised to take me to the Halloween celebration, Starsnow, New Year — everything! This is all so wonderful! I can’t wait for what’s to come! Aeon really kept his promise. He let me live carefree as his little sister while he took on the burden of finding a way off the Ark and seeking the truth. Now he’s done it. We’re really here in Miraland. But honestly, I’ve grown so used to life on the Ark with my brother that I can hardly remember what I was like when I first came into existence… If I’d chosen to be the older sibling back then, where would the Ark have ended up? Oh well, no use thinking about it! Everything is great now. What really matters is figuring out where I’m going to drag Aeon to play today, tomorrow, and the day after!