The Garden in which you and your fellows were nurtured by these aliens, the different races of Segyein. Like a flower, you bloomed under their watchful gaze, a vessel of beauty grown on their hopes . . .
[A thematic match with Yingying in all the sentimental ways, yet still not. What lack did the algorithm spy?]
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Of course I did. Did you enjoy it?
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Yi Sang's gaze is off-center, staring at the emptiness just above Luka's shoulder. His mind, though, lingers on the moments prior.]
It was a visual and auditory spectacle. When I closed my eyes, I could envision a field of flowers, bathing in the rays of the sun.
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Song has that power, for better or worse. Like stories and poems, it's about weaving a tale of a moment in time.
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What tales do you oft weave?
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[A thematic match with Yingying in all the sentimental ways, yet still not. What lack did the algorithm spy?]
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Did you vote for us?
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That is correct.
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Thank you for your support.
Are you happy that we're still here?
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Rather, I believe a question of that nature is more suited for you and Miss Yingying. Are you satisfied with the result, Luka?
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Yes. It's more time to spend with all of you, isn't it?
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[But he wonders, if silently, when Luka's motions have thus far been fueled by what others have put into him.]
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It would be a shame to leave the stage too early. [ in the regard, him and yingying are perfect matches. ]