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Flowers of Heaven: Taisho Roman Revolution
There's a fluttering noise around you.
A gaggle of colorful miniature animals flit around your ears and nuzzle at your ankles, nudging at you gently but insistently. On closer inspection, it seems they’re made from brightly patterned origami paper. They seem to be herding you towards an arched doorway that has opened in the thick brambles and leads to a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, a gate closes behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
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Here, the brambles that surround your path are hung with prayer strips in an indecipherable language.
It seems that the origami creatures are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from lotus flowers, chamomile, and oak leaves.
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A gaggle of colorful miniature animals flit around your ears and nuzzle at your ankles, nudging at you gently but insistently. On closer inspection, it seems they’re made from brightly patterned origami paper. They seem to be herding you towards an arched doorway that has opened in the thick brambles and leads to a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, a gate closes behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
Here, the brambles that surround your path are hung with prayer strips in an indecipherable language.
It seems that the origami creatures are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from lotus flowers, chamomile, and oak leaves.
PRE-ENDGAME
To your left is a gate of ivory, polished to a shine so bright that it refracts a brilliant rainbow of chaotic light.
To your right is a gate of twisting black horn, beautiful and unapologetically fierce-looking.
Between them and a bit further back is a gate of pure white flame. Even from here you can feel the searing, purifying heat of it.
Which gate do you take? Each of you may choose separately, if you wish; you feel instinctively that, whatever the significance of this choice, if indeed it means anything at all, it has no bearing on your connection with your unit. ]
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