The dark corners of Lumopolis bear countless wounds.

I hope Illumina will bring peace. I also hope there will never be any more wars.

White Night up high...

It's... a dark thought that troubles me... It's a trauma of the past that can never heal.

I can hear the throbbing pain derived from the unseen past sounding from the golden her...

Carleen is very strong, and she can face it. I hope she's... not going to beat herself up.

I like... the shoulders, reliance, protection, tranquility, and peace as I remember them to be.

I don't want to face them... The nightmares, the cold, and the labyrinth... that has no exit.

It has such big wings. Perhaps it'll be able to take the sadness far far away...

How about... I'll play a piece of music and pull myself together...

Will you leave me? Are you like a bird among the clouds or a migrating goose... I promise I won't trouble you... So, please stay.

If it wasn't for me... who tied everyone down...

I hope it won't be gone in an instant.

I want to dispel...

Dispel the gloom...

Next piece. What shall I play...

I'll play... Fantasia.

I can relate to what the music is expressing...

Will I then... be able to disentangle myself from it?

Maybe I will be able to see something different from before...

I will play better, so please stay and not go anywhere. Please, don't leave so soon...

The sound of music... travels further...

Alchemy Stars...

May you be without sadness in the new year!

We are caught in the stream of fate, inching our way toward. The stream carries us without caring about our readiness.

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said such things... It's just that when I'm not playing my instrument, I have nowhere to hide, and I'd start remembering...

Sometimes I had to stop playing in the middle of my performance because of my sudden quivers... And yet, you never scold me. I am very grateful for that.

Even when I try not to think about it, the fear still lurks and haunt me in the form of nightmares. It just wouldn't give me a break...

The past is like a thread that entangles my wrists and neck, which when I finally realized that I should disentangle it, I couldn't because I didn't know how.

I always dream of the day when I fall into darkness without exit. To this day, I am still a fallen leaf, with no direction, and not knowing if I am to stay or to leave...

If you've made your decision, you should just go. Don't look back. Just leave me in the past, to stay watch... I will welcome you if you come back...

One day, I will cease to exist. You will miss me. I hope you'd leave with that lament. Even if you were to cast it away, it's still better than having no one miss me...

I sincerely hope that I would be able to keep on getting closer to my dreams... It would be like a gentle breeze, a foggy drizzle, a straight trail, or a bright path. Just like you...

When tomorrow comes, the dark clouds will clear... May your suffering be alleviated.

Please take away these tears... Dry them... And allow me to forget.

I know I need to keep playing. As long as I don't stop... perhaps, my tears won't fall.

May you be without sadness in the new year!

Welcome back. I hope your shadow and your voice can stay for a little longer.

I hope that mornings will not always be so chilly, but be as warm as how your arrival made me felt...

I heard the sound of your arrival, on the discontinuous string and in the flickering light.

I so sorry, but everyday at this hour... I always find it hard to resist the urge...

May you be without sadness in the new year!

Regrets are already musical notes, which from the very first moment, have been set to sound desolated, and onwards they have been continuously played... Nice to meet you. I'm Chloe, a musician.

Not through words... I don't understand...

You're always giving me things...

I'll cherish this gift that didn't come easy very much.

How precious! How do I cherish it enough?

This is... the sad sound of music.

In the music tells a past that haunts.

Putting in feeling into the performance...

I'm always trying to escape into the world of music... But I know that the only way out is to talk about my sins. Straightforward and no concealing...

Mother wasn't healthy enough to take the risk of pregnancy. If it wasn't for me... she could've enjoyed some tranquility...

I wasn't there for him when he was facing his greatest fear. Towards the end, he had never stopped calling me...

If there's anything I can do...