So what do I do... Just flip this card over?
Bingo! It's just like a card game—draw a fortune-telling card from the deck to see what's in store for you!
A few minutes ago, Rosetta noticed the flashy card designs at the fortune-telling booth and pulled you inside with her.
Hmm... I'll go with these.
At first, she mistakes the fortune-telling cards for a simple card game, but after realizing they're actually for divination, she grows visibly uneasy.
These cards, huh...
This one suggests you've gone through a long stretch of hardship, and now you're about to set off on a journey overflowing with good fortune.
This card indicates that your lover is dedicated to a major cause. Even though you two are apart for a while, you're going to meet again very soon.
L-lover?!
Her voice only goes up for a split second, but for Rosetta—who's usually so composed—that brief reaction is already a rare sign of emotion.
Forgive me... in that case, your "friend" is dedicated to a major cause...
I... didn't mean it like that...
Ohhhh! Then you and your loverrr...
The Construct beside you parts her lips slightly, but never interrupts the fortune-teller's drawn-out speech.
It's just like the cowherd and the weaver girl. Even if you're separated for ages, your bond never fades...
Commandant.
You step out of the fortune-telling booth with Rosetta, and she suddenly takes hold of your hand.
I guess I'm still not used to this kind of game.
You turn to look at Rosetta. Her expression is conflicted—like something is weighing on her mind.
You know Rosetta's preferences by heart, and you're well aware that fortune-telling cards aren't exactly standard card-game material. Still, you just can't help messing with her a bit.
Hmm... a fortune-telling deck really does rely on luck, doesn't it?
It's true—I don't mind drawing a winning hand in a game, just like I enjoy a stroke of good luck.
But... if a game's outcome depends solely on fate, it unsettles me.
[player name]... I keep thinking: if you weren't here with me today, would the fortune teller's cards still turn out this lucky?
She tilts her head back slightly, looking a bit lost, and you follow her gaze upward.
In Constellia's night sky, countless stars sprawl across a dazzling canvas. The radiant Milky Way cuts through the darkness, linking distant constellations on both sides.
I've heard that Kowloong story, the one the fortune-teller mentioned about the cowherd and the weaver girl. They remain apart for ages, only able to meet once a year on Double Seventh when they cross the Magpie Bridge.
It's such a romantic story... but I can't help feeling it's unfair to those two. They have to endure endless separation, all for a brief, precious reunion.
I refuse to accept the destiny the universe has set for them; I can't stand the thought that, in this story, the cowherd and the weaver girl have no choice but to obey fate.
[player name], my homeland is frozen all year round, and the warm season vanishes in a heartbeat—just like the Double Seventh Festival. Most people see it as a ruthless place where survival doesn't come easy.
But the people of the Arctic Route Union hold their tools tight, settling in and making their stand against that endless expanse of snow and ice.
When I was young, my grandfather and I stood at the port, watching the sea stretch out before us.
A high-speed icebreaker cut through the thick sheets of ice, opening up a safe route for the port. The sound of shattering ice still echoes in my ears, even now.
She lowers her gaze from the star-filled sky and turns toward you with a serious look.
I'm not used to fortune-telling. It's nothing like a normal card game where players can change the outcome.
In the Arctic, the ice never melts. But the Union's icebreakers cut through any obstacle, and I do the same, [player name].
You're my lucky charm. But even without you around, no matter how bad my luck gets, I still push through everything...
If this is our match, I'm not letting anyone else take over the game.
Whether it's non-melting ice or an endless galaxy, I don't wait for a warm season or some special day.
I'm coming to you... taking you back from those countless days and nights.
The grip in your palm tightens, and her eyes never waver.
Really? Even so, I really want you to feel this from the bottom of my heart.
Today is special, so let me be a little more earnest than usual.
Of course, your decisions always make me believe we are meant to meet.
Of course, your faith in me never fails to give me all the encouragement I need.
Rosetta's hand feels warm and steady as she holds you tight. Then...
She closes her eyes and gently leans her forehead toward you.
Huh...
It's unusual to see her looking this bashful.
I haven't done anything worth you thanking me for, have I? So... um...
She shifts her gaze for a moment, then gently closes her eyes and presses her forehead against yours.
Thank you, [player name]. May my good luck always stay with me.
