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Anime
Lofi
Happy Listening
Display 2A | A Fantasy Lo-Fi Lore Card
12 p.m. marks the dawn of the artifact survey. The room breathed against him. The air is thick. The three-locked black door stares at him.
Walking toward that room, Bastian felt a gnawing in his chest, a sense of dread native to that place. With his eyes on the museum guard, his breath aligns.
With heavy steps, the floor valleys under each stride.
Hand shaking, palm sweaty.
Like a tree caught in the first gust of heavy winds, he knows what lies behind the door.
Clank*
The key’s insertion dances in the air like a chime caught in flowing wind. The top left corner lock groans. Breath echoes against the walls. His nerves scream for him to leave this place. But some gates can’t be closed once opened. Like breath to lungs, artifact survey is a must.
Clank, clank*
The middle and bottom left locks chime.
Stepping in, he’s met with an unseen gaze. Like the room itself is keeping watch. His mind is caught in a tug of war between fear and desire, a feeling he has only ever felt in this room, to take. The guard noticed his unease.
He notes: Display 1.
One Remnyth bone fragment. Radiating teal-like energy, a vertical flame rising like smoke.
Display 2A. Spectral green, mist white, with faint black-accent energy swirling around the display. The unknown accounted for.
A rune glowing spectral green on the artifact captures his attention. The air shifts. His finger twitches as he gestures toward the display… he felt a tap on his hand. “Bastian, touching is prohibited, remember?” the guard says calmly.
“It arrived last spring, and yet the museum still doesn't know its origin,” Bastian asserted. “We even went back to where it was found and excavated the area, but to no avail. Instead, a young girl nearly perished.”
“A material unknown to Signi…” He paused.
“I want it,” he whispered faintly.
Akin to a fault line, Bastian gradually drifts… leaving a mind once timorous, beset by mania. The guard noticed. Concern befell him. His posture changed.
“I’m afraid our round must come to an early end today,” the guard says.
“No, we’re not done yet… the survey must be finished,” Bastian said.
“Bastian, today’s artifact survey is over and we’re leaving… now!” the guard said.
Breath ripples in the air. His heart drums… a faint prickle spreads across his body. Like moth to flame, Bastian only sees one thing.