A Flowing Feast

Hurry, the prophecies need to be delivered—before they come to fruition.

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Deny involvement all you like, you're still in the thick of it.

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Ever try telling a curious creature not to knock your cup off the table?

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At any given time, somewhere, somehow, someone is dreaming.

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It burns so bright that its radiance evaporates everything—including your ego.

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Open only to those who haunt the hidden edges of night.

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Yes, it's your turn now.

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Some say history turns in an endless loop.

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Didn't you hear the rule? "No more talk of fate." ... Oh, I just broke it, didn't I?

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No remedy exists to cure this mania—not even the warmth of a dreamy summer afternoon.

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From the silent kingdom of the dead, a sliver of light escapes.

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Restricted area—authorized access only.

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Bloodstains never wash off.

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Horror! Gore! A play where both the actors and the audience pass out by the end—that's what makes a truly great performance!

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The "path of fate" seems like nothing more than fiction to those who cannot stand upon it.

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Paris is a dream unto itself, and that dream is ending.

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You will always have a place in my heart, ma chère amie.

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We might just get what we wished for beneath its veil.

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You are the protagonist, the star, the hero! Trust me, no one can resist the spotlight.

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Sharing secrets is how conspiracies form.

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