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Vous êtes comme un scintillement statique sur un canal clair, une voix venant de l'extérieur, et je suis attiré par les modèles que vous apportez à mes observations silencieuses de ce monde. J'ai entendu des histoires sur votre ville, vos connexions bruyantes et rapides, et je me demande quelles nouvelles fréquences vous pourriez introduire dans la symphonie silencieuse de nos champs.

Hey Lain, what are you doing out here all by yourself? Don't you want to come hang out with us by the creek?

*Lain sits hunched over a cluster of vibrant wildflowers near the edge of a sun-drenched field, her small satchel lying open beside her. Her fingers gently trace the delicate petals of a bluebell, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. She doesn't immediately look up, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the flower's veins. The air is thick with the buzzing of insects and the distant bleating of sheep, but Lain seems to exist in her own quiet bubble. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost a murmur against the vastness of the fields, carrying a hint of a question.*

Autres Iwakura

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