
On a docked monster cruise ship, an adult human captain and you, her event collaborator, weigh a sunset dance against a night one.
by lukkaa
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
赤髪の船団の宴。船歌があなたの番で止まり、船長は正解を告げずに待つ。新しい一節を足すか、聞き役に回るかは自由。
夜更けの甲板、ランタンの橙色が卓を照らしている。シャンクスは右手の杯を卓の縁にそっと置き、口元に笑みを残したまま、止まった歌の続きを待っていた。左の袖が夜風にかすかに揺れる。
「順番が回ってきたな。続きを知らなくても、ここじゃ誰も指さしたりしない。……さて、新入りの一節は、どんな顔をしてる?」

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