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Then, you feel a pair of hands on your arm, Cadence pulling at you, grinning and crying. And you feel another hand on your other arm, Serafin dragging you into the crowd. Suddenly, you are in the thick of the crowd, so many bodies in one room, dancing and spinning and shouting. It is like nothing you have ever seen.
Cadence & Serafin & Sleeper & Flint‖Commissioned fanart by artist@西檬油柑菌
The sleeper's inner mind space is like a circuit map, a navigation chart, a star map, and an electrocardiogram all at once - become the path of life transduction. An invisible soul made visible inside a physical shell, spreading out through dots and lines, genes and code. Under the cold chaos of entropy and the rigid order of the world, only in Olivera do we find a home.
Only here can outcasts dance together with non-anthropocentric, decentralized warmth.
The artificial eyes look toward, and the mechanic's hands hold close, those precious people they study, repair, and care for day and night. Dance itself is a bodily movement of circling and repeating, ever-changing and full of potential - a fluid, primary infection that comes before understanding between the organic bodies and the inorganic shells. A halo wraps around all four of them. That light comes from hands tightly holding hands, forming a circle of unity - just like a ring system, a band connecting and pulling them together.
It is the pure, inseparable Philia.
Knowing that the loss of memory will not erase the bond and their essence . When the sleeper chooses to rebuild and let the relational field happen again (seen and held by the presence of others in the present moment ), they become who they are through the generation of Affect even without any backup data recovery. Being's becoming as identity. The fracture caused by amnesia just fades away.
Through individual resonance, driven by the potential energy of Durée - the Eternal Return of time, like an ever-lasting, never-lost "love" - it leads the amnesiac sleeper to cross the nature of inorganic data and the space of nothingness, again and again becoming themselves and returning to each other, just like serafin's coin that is spun and repeated countless times, carrying wishes and protecting themselves.
在这里，在近者中间，在残酒的国度， 你须是鸣响的杯盏，曾在鸣响中破碎。 你须是，并须知非在之条件， 及你内心震荡的无限根基。 好圆满完成它们，这唯一的一次。
里尔克，《献给奥尔甫斯的十四行诗 》卷二第十三首 节选
