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6/6/2025, 6:04:08 AM
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As the day draws to a close, and evening turns to night, the stars can be seen faintly twinkling in the sky. Three girls remain awake, even as the moon rises high into the heavens with its ethereal silver light.
The wolf-girl begins to doze off, head drooping in her chair as her laptop screen turns dark from inactivity.
The girl with scarlet hair pauses for a moment, watching as her sister, framed in soft moonlight, sits by the window looking out at the night sky. She turns away and continues toward her bedroom quietly, to sleep.
The girl who’d found the courage to speak stares at her phone with tired eyes. Thirty-seven outgoing calls to her parents, and none of them answered. Eyes watering from the strain, she decides to close them and rest for just a moment.
In the deep abyss of dreams, crystal cathedrals glitter in the dark. A voice can be heard, echoing out into the darkness.
“This is an urgent message, to all magical girls in the city. The Coordinator has been found dead. I repeat: the Coordinator has been found dead. This is an urgent message. If there is anyone unfamiliar with the meaning of this message, please meet me by the central station at 10 am. I believe there is a grave threat in this city. This is an urgent message, to all magical girls in the city…”
As the day draws to a close, and evening turns to night, the stars can be seen faintly twinkling in the sky. Three girls remain awake, even as the moon rises high into the heavens with its ethereal silver light.
The wolf-girl begins to doze off, head drooping in her chair as her laptop screen turns dark from inactivity.
The girl with scarlet hair pauses for a moment, watching as her sister, framed in soft moonlight, sits by the window looking out at the night sky. She turns away and continues toward her bedroom quietly, to sleep.
The girl who’d found the courage to speak stares at her phone with tired eyes. Thirty-seven outgoing calls to her parents, and none of them answered. Eyes watering from the strain, she decides to close them and rest for just a moment.
In the deep abyss of dreams, crystal cathedrals glitter in the dark. A voice can be heard, echoing out into the darkness.
“This is an urgent message, to all magical girls in the city. The Coordinator has been found dead. I repeat: the Coordinator has been found dead. This is an urgent message. If there is anyone unfamiliar with the meaning of this message, please meet me by the central station at 10 am. I believe there is a grave threat in this city. This is an urgent message, to all magical girls in the city…”
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