| You have history to pen down for centuries to come… | 96.40% 一般 | |
| When hope fades with the night, only your mask remains. | 100.00% 一般 | |
| Your footsteps linger on the walls of abandoned homes. | 96.40% 一般 | |
| Each strike resists the catastrophe creeping closer. | 96.40% 一般 | |
| Flames light their faces, but never burn away the fear. | 96.40% 一般 | |
| Soldiers march, yet their eyes whisper the truth. | 96.40% 一般 | |
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#7 Locked Doors Behind silence, there are cries no wood can contain. |
96.40% 一般 | |
| A single lantern traces fragile hope in the dark. | 96.40% 一般 | |
| The doctor’s ink dries on the page like stone. | 96.40% 一般 | |
| Among burned houses, a memory still smolders. | 96.40% 一般 | |
| Wings circling above carry the village’s grief. | 96.40% 一般 | |
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#12 Decaying Hope Each breath foretells a heavier end. |
96.40% 一般 |