Reality, Amphoreus.
A slender figure silently snuck into the mansion; it was the Trickster Demigod, Cifera. "Seriously, the security here is too lax, it's boring."
She deftly evaded the guards and skillfully pried open the safe. Just as her fingertips touched the priceless gem—an unusual sensation ca from her fingertips. Next to the gem, a special item lay quietly.
"A ring? No… is it a Flipping Coin?" Cifera recognized the material at a glance. She picked up the ring, examining it carefully. Tiny words were engraved on the edge: Cifera & Orion—
The last word was blurry, as if worn away. "Orion…?"
The mont she uttered that word—mories suddenly flashed back. Countless fragnted images flooded her mind: the figure of a black-haired young man.
"Sure enough, there's a Little Wildcat hiding here."
"Stupid Little Wildcat… I don't need you to protect !"
"Little Wildcat, find a safe place and live well. This is my… last wish…"
And that na— "Orion…"
Cifera suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself kneeling on the ground, cold sweat soaking her clothes. The ring was still in her hand. She tremblingly put it on; it fit perfectly. The guards' voices sounded, and Cifera, not bothering with the gem, stumbled out of the mansion.
Back at her hiding place, she stared blankly at the ring. "A coincidence? Or Zagreus's prank?"
Starting the next day, Cifera began searching for a person nad Orion. She went to the population registry, found an information dealer, and even snuck into the temple to search ancient texts. But she found nothing. As if this person had never existed.
"Could it really just be my hallucination?"
Tears unknowingly stread down her cheeks. Sotis, she would suddenly turn around in a crowd, always feeling there was a familiar figure. But there were only unfamiliar faces. A corner of her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out.
"Little Wildcat…" Cifera continued searching.
Okhema, Golden Threads Weaving Workshop.
Aglaea was working at the loom when her hand suddenly stopped. A strange yet familiar feeling surged in her heart. She saw a black-haired young man—gentle, resolute, always by her side.
"Aglaea, I will always support you."
"Orion?" she frowned. The weaving thread slipped from her fingertips, and a dull ache ca from her heart. She always felt sothing was missing. Missing soone who would offer her a warm drink when she was tired. Missing… soone she deeply loved.
In her room, Castorice was organizing her tools when she found a small box. Inside were so simple handmade ornants. She picked one up, and suddenly—a wave of dizziness washed over her. She saw a young man's smile.
"Castorice, this flower suits you very well."
The mory abruptly stopped, but the ornant in her hand was real. "Orion… Who are you? Why do I…" A tearing pain ca from her soul. She rembered that she had once deeply loved soone.
Faintlight Courtyard.
Hyacine was tidying her dicine box when she found an unfamiliar notebook. It ticulously recorded so class notes, but the handwriting was not her own. She flipped to the last page: Hyacine, take care of yourself, don't push yourself too hard. —Orion
"...Orion?"
Throughout Amphoreus, subtle anomalies began to appear. mories that shouldn't have existed gradually surfaced. As if a person had once existed. These traces were like ripples, quietly spreading. Cifera continued searching, believing that one day she would find him.
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