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93 lines
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologue1" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
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<asset type="texture" name="texture_eth_face_day_neutral" ref="ethFaceNeutral" />
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<asset type="texture" name="texture_eth_pose_day_neutral" ref="ethPoseNeutral" />
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<item prefab="prefabs/EthPrefab" ref="eth" />
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<events>
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<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
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<set property="eth->faceMaterial->texture" value="ðFaceNeutral->texture" type="Texture*" />
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<set property="eth->poseMaterial->texture" value="ðPoseNeutral->texture" type="Texture*" />
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I wake.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I gasp. I close my eyes - I'm fine, I'm <font style="italics">fine</font>. I'm still here. Breathing.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">That bucket was a dream. My death was a dream. I'm not dead.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">
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(Am I?)
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(...)
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(Aren't I?)
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</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Of course I'm not.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I exhale. My feet fall to the edges of my bed. Slowly, I raise myself to stand.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">My fingers tremble by the edges of my leg: I curl my hand in. My nails catch on my skin.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">They're sharp, pastel pink. Done for Prom Day today.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">The dream didn't happen. How could it have? Prom Day hasn't happened yet.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">
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I'm fine.
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(Didn't it happen?)
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(It felt so...)
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<font size="26" style="italics">(Real.)</font>
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</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I tidy the bedsheets. Pull the corners over the bed's edges, fluff up the pillows, pat away the sweat and the residue of a scream: my parents want it pretty.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">It wasn't real. I only had a visceral dream, sunken into my brain as an anchor to a sea, as a stone angel's crumbling visage, as a bird's descent off Devil Cradle's cliffs. That wasn't real.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">No, of course not.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">My calendar says May 29th. I've got to prepare for Prom.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">After all, if there is anything I <font style="italics">will</font> be, it is Prom Queen.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I've been chasing this moment since the beginning of time. Today is the finale.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">And I am nothing if not ready.</string>
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</text>
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<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologue2" />
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</events>
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</vnscene> |