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But you've never known its gentle side. Oh. You're not going to miss home.

Iberia is my only home.

So, the ocean is not your home. You have no feelings for it.

No.

I've drunk from it. I don't swim in a lake. My ancestors went to Iberia, but they could not bear to part from the sea.

I do have feelings for it. But at the same time, I fear it.

Yeah, thought so.

'I've heard the ripples of your falling tears~♪ Your darkest nightmares, your deepest fears~♪ Your heart cracked into petals of blood...♪'

What's that song?

Nothing special. Just something that came to mind.

But, I think you're right, Mister. I think you ought to be afraid of it.

Of course...

In the distance, the loudspeakers of Siesta begin to replay the songs from the main event of the music festival, and a familiar tune fills the air.

Elysium has been humming this song every day for two weeks now.

The song seems to be one of the masterpieces from the band the singer belongs to.

And now, the singer...

'The disguise fell off when I remembered, the scar you left me is the pain you forgot~♪

To chase after your shadow, is to chase after naught~♪ With thund'rous voices they'll rise and call your name~♪ And when they catch your scent, they'll demand to hear your shame~♪'

Of course, whether or not you fear it, it will come for you.

It is here. Let's go. Don't look back.

What is she talking about? What is that?

What is that... standing on the water?

The fractured sunset casts faintly mottled shadows upon the water, pulling back the tide in gray waves.

The sound of the world is the sound of breathing is the sound of the ocean, which you listen to without speaking or singing or breathing.

A moment passes, two moments pass, until dozens and hundreds of years pass in silence.

It gazes into you.

Its eyes bore into yours, yearning to slowly crawl in through your wounds.

You are awake as it pulls you into its embrace and you sink into its blood and shadow and sun and hear its eyeless and soundless and lifeless shadow.

As tranquil as a shining star.

Under the surface, there's a waterway that connects to the ocean... It isn't strange that it gives off some ocean vibes.

Hey. Hey, Mister, wake up. Snap out of it already.

Hmph. I couldn't hypnotize you with my song. That makes me a bit jealous.

You're the one who should go.

Huh? Ah... that couldn't be, yeah? Look, you know that...

That's not something that should be here. If you go now, you won't die.

I know, but... aren't you the one who's supposed to leave right now?

Do you have a death wish?

Listen to me carefully...

Æ...gir.

Don't be scared. It shouldn't be surprising that the ocean knows our names.

...No

It is not awe.

Urk...

Then what's your deal then...? Hey, are you having trouble breathing?

Sober up a bit, Mister.

(Ægirian) Nothing can deprive you of the right to breathe on this land.

(Free yourself, hurry...!)

I fled my homeland. I abandoned my cradle. I've forgotten its stories. But I know how it feels.

I believe what I've heard whispered in legend. Even in shallow dreams, I've felt the bite of swords rending their bodies.

Can I slay the sea itself?

I am homesick. Rather, I've imagined it before. But I've never actually seen home.

We Iberians have long left the depths of the Abyss.

But I cannot escape from It. None of us can escape from It.

I want to kill It.

Is this a hallucination?

Nope. But you can fight it.

You seem quite knowledgeable about these?

Is this really the time to be having that discussion? I told you, you should leave now.

Hey, are you trembling?

Maybe I'm getting a bit excited.

Stay if you want. You said I like dancing. What about you then...

Songstress, do you also like to dance?

R......thin......

(The sound of bones and flesh and viscera being crushed together)

(A vague, sickening sound)

I love it!

Seems like you don't plan to leave then. So, Mr. Ægir, are you confident you can survive?

Yes.

Will you show me then? I want to see the dance you're about to dance, one that will paint the sea red...

Yes, flourish the sword that weaves with your bounding steps! Spin, pirouette, and glide across the ocean's surface! Whether you are torn apart or you tear It apart, the beginning or end of your story...

You know, the way you talk is really annoying.

I don't know! I think it's perfectly fine!

So, will you show me your performance, Mr. Ægir? Look at that autograph I just gave you. Just let me know, okay?

...As long as you're not afraid, be my guest.

It's good to have an audience, no matter who you might be.

Huh? I feel like it should be said here—

—I'd be honored.

Ahaha, that's not much of a line... But anyway, you have to live on, Mister.

I can tell you really care about this. So you have to live on. Don't die.

I don't plan to die. There's a friend who wants your autograph, and I have to stay alive to bring it back.

Back, to Iberia?

No. Though I've mentioned Iberia, I've also mentioned the sea that my ancestors could not live without.

But perhaps, my home is no longer in either of those places.