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  1. Public Bookmark 4

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    Does the orchestra not need a conductor? Does the choir exist without the song? The Order threaded through all, in all, was all. The body of the Fallen One would become the means for which all would be redeemed. Here, broken wings would fly again. Here, the boolean would be set to True: that good was infinite, that resources were limitless. Here, the cannibalistic jaws of life could finally be satisfied.

    “If your paradise can save more people,” he drew in a ragged breath, “sever my path with your own hands!”

    No one hears the whispered please. 

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    a version of that legendary sunday boss fight. from sunday's perspective.

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    28 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 4

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    Let it protect him. Let it guard him, just as Wood had done.
    The scars weep gold under his fingertips. They pool into lines, twist into veins and withered leaves. Sunday forms the thorns last, and lingers on their hooked barbs. It’s all he can feel, pinpricks, bright and startlingly quiet in a sea of sound.
     Let it remind him, lest he forget, that he is Sunday, ever-falling, ever-burning with power that is not his. Let him pay the price.
     "Save me," he mouths, and lets them sink into his skin.
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    Or: sunday has a hard time adjusting to the Elation's mask.

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    26 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 13

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    “But do you know where Dawnmaker is now?” Phainon’s resolve is watered down until it’s nothing but a faint aftertaste. “It’s leaning against my wall, untouched and unneeded. And when I try to think of my future, it just turns to sand and fog. I have no idea what I’m meant to see. Because aren’t I the Deliverer, Lady Hysilens?”

    She nods. “You are indeed a Chrysos Heir.”

    He despises that he feels so out of his own league. “Then why do I bleed red?”

    (or, Phainon learns how to heal after the events of Amphoreus.)

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    23 May 2026

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  4. Public Bookmark 13

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    Chrysos Heirs as a hero agency, with cameos from other HSR characters

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    19 May 2026

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    Sakura is twelve when she queues up in front a desk with a bunch of other equally-terrified looking shinobi. The ages range from younger than her to old enough to be her grandpa.

    The man sitting at the desk is stony-faced as he doles out assignments. Sakura obediently shuffles forward when it is her turn, and recites her shinobi identification number in a shaky voice when asked.

    When the provost marshal looks at her, looks down at his paper, looks back at her, and grimaces, Sakura knows it’s not going to be good.

     

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    How Sakura survives the war, told in bits and pieces.

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    10 May 2026