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Spring Festival 2022 (Chinese New Year 2022)

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Exclusive Collection

Spring Festival 2022 (Chinese New Year 2022)

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Suit Display ::

Original :: Fleeting Dream (一梦昙华)

Recolor :: Fleeting Bloom (一念请殊)

Collection :: Exclusive

6th Exclusive • Blessed Blossom • 虎佑祺安

Spring Festival 2022 (Chinese New Year 2022)

Designer :: Yuntan or Yunxian (云县)

Rarity :: UR

Attribute :: Fresh

Date :: 24/01—06/02/2022

Awakened Suit: Fleeting Bloom

Narrated by Yuntan.

Narrator: Year after year, the city below the mountain grows brighter still, and I can hear them laughing all the way from atop the mountain as they enjoy New Year.

Narrator: Year after year, my petals grow fuller and brighter still... but that isn't all the change I experienced.

Narrator: I'm able to hear all the sounds coming from the mountain, and I'm able to touch the wind coming from Yue Prefecture City.

Narrator: At times, it is as if I could leave my body behind in the valley and fly high into the sky.

Narrator: When I look down into the city's sea of lights, I feel as if I were one of the New Year's fireworks.

Narrator: I'm a flower unbeknownst to all, and my transformation will only be forgotten by the world.

Narrator: Looking at the millions of twinkling city lights only reminds me of my loneliness.

Narrator: On this New Year's Eve, the valley of light shines like stars in the Milky Way.

Narrator: I bloom as I always had, in the silent, lonely mountain gorge. The faint crescent moon hanging in the night sky is my only companion.

Narrator: I love gazing at the moon. It has the shape of the tiger's pupils and can change into a full circle just like the tiger's.

Narrator: I spread out my petals in the moonlight and stretch my back. Then, I turn toward the entrance of the valley out of habit...

Flower: Tiger! Tiger, is that you?

Narrator: On the mountain road stands a shadowy figure I can't quite see clearly. It's a young man with slender arms and legs, but with a tiger's ears and tail.

Narrator: It seems different from the way it did before, but I can easily tell that that's the very white tiger who was kind enough to block the rain for me years ago!

Narrator: It comes. After what seems like an eternity, it stands by its word and comes to fulfill its promise.

Narrator: I extend my branches and leaves as far as I can. I sway in the wind as I call out to the tiger with all my might.

Flower: I'm blooming! Can you see me?

Narrator: The night wind drowns me out without mercy. But I see it... I see the tiger moving its ears as it stops to look around.

Flower: Over here! Over here!

Narrator: It never occurs to me just how small my voice is, even when I shout.

Narrator: But the tiger is leaving, and it doesn't even notice that I am right there.

Narrator: It probably thought it was the wind that it heard. Apparently pursuing something, the tiger turns away and starts to leave.

Flower: Wait, don't go! Have you forgotten our promise?

Narrator: The tiger can't see me, and we're about to miss each other again... and I just know it would mean goodbye forever if we pass right by each other again.

Flower: Has it been so long that you don't remember where we met anymore?

Flower: If we could be just a little closer, you'd be able to hear me!

Narrator: At this moment, how I wish I had legs like a human's, so I could walk on my feet!

Flower: If only I could run... If only I could catch up to it...

Narrator: As it makes its way into the shades of the night, I realize that I would lose sight of it again forever in just a few moments.

Narrator: I shake my body with every ounce of my being, hoping my soul will somehow find its way out of this pathetic body of mine.

Narrator: If only I could catch up to it, if only it could see me...

Narrator: As the tiger's shape slowly fades into the night, I muster up what little strength I have left...

Narrator: And right then, I see a small white hand materializing before me...

Narrator: This is... my hand...

Narrator: The flower's delicate petals transform into supple skin, and its feeble twigs turn into slim legs.

Narrator: Reflecting upon the surface of the gently flowing water is the image of a young girl.

Flower: What's going on... Wait, Tiger. I need to catch up to it...

Narrator: I don't have time to think about how it all happened... it could have just been some sort of Cloud New Year gift.

Narrator: At that moment, I only wanted to stand up so I can go after it.

Flower: So, this is what it feels like when humans walk...

Narrator: But I have only taken a few steps when my legs give way... I fall to the ground, and the stones scratch my petals... No, my skin.

Narrator: But the pain doesn't bother me. I quickly get back on my feet and run after the tiger.

Flower: Wait, wait for me...

Narrator: But it's too late.

Narrator: By the time I reach the end of the valley, only the empty night sky awaits me. Amongst the towering mountains, the trace of a little girl is as tiny as a flower.

Narrator: Under the quiet moonlight, I close my eyes as pain and fatigue wash over me.

Narrator: And with it, I'm back to being the lonely flower that I have always been.

Choose "Are you okay?"

You: You okay?

Narrator: It's okay. Don't worry.

Narrator: I've worked so hard for so many years, but our promise still amounted to nothing, and I'm still that little flower that no one sees.

Choose either "Let's just wait" or "Go look for it."

If "wait," ...

You: I'd stick around, though, if I were you. You just might be able to catch up to it if it shows up again next year.

Narrator: But I've been waiting for far too long, and I don't want to wait anymore. I'll go after it myself on my own feet.

You: But this world is big. What if you can't find it?

Narrator: I...

If "look," ...

You: Just go. Wait no more and just go after it yourself.

Narrator: You're right. I'll go after it myself on my own feet.

You: But this world is big. What if you can't find it?

Narrator: I...

Narrator: The crackling sound of fireworks comes from the base of the mountain.

--

Narrator: I look up just in time to see the flowers of fire bloom over the city, illuminating the night sky.

Narrator: I bet everyone in the city is looking at the fireworks now.

Narrator: Wouldn't it be great if time could somehow just stop at this very moment, so the fireworks could shine forever?

Flower: If worse comes to worst... I will stand where I can be seen by all and fulfill our promise myself.

Flower: I'm not going to wait alone anymore. I'm going to see you myself this year.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Narrated by Yuntan.

Narrator: Then, years go by.

Narrator: People still come to see the flowers, poets still come for inspiration for their poems, and couples still come to indulge themselves in the romantic blooms.

Narrator: Yet, no one notices I am around.

Narrator: I look forward to New Year. I want so much to be seen, but the thought of my hope turning out to be wishful thinking is dreadful.

Narrator: And comes another New Year's Eve. It is supposed to be mildly warm, but it has been raining for the entire day. I'm shivering all over in the soaked soil.

Flower: It's been raining since forever... I can't bloom when it's so cold.

Narrator: It's still raining when the night starts setting in... Then, through the curtain of rain, I see a beast coming my way.

Narrator: It's a pure white beast. I have never seen anything like it... its strides are big, and its eyes are ablaze.

Narrator: The beast seems absolutely formidable. Its roar could probably rock the entire valley, and it could crush me into the soil if it wanted.

Narrator: I tremble in fear and want to run... except it's nothing but wishful thinking. How in the world is grass supposed to run?

Narrator: Maybe I'm destined to perish in the rain and cold, which really suits me just fine, though, because I've had my fair share of disappointments already.

Narrator: But what a shame that nobody is here to see me bloom before I go.

Narrator: I curl up as the beast raises its razor-sharp paw. I'm ready for what is about to come.

Narrator: A few moments have passed, and I am still standing there. When I raise my head, I see the beast's paw hovering above me... it's blocking the rain for me.

Flower: ...Huh?

Narrator: As I stretch, I look straight into those big, round eyes.

Narrator: The beast's eyes shine so brightly like two silver moons. And its paw is as soft as my leaves, except it's carrying warmth that my leaves don't have.

Flower: ...Are you blocking the rain for me?

Beast: Yes. Is it better?

Flower: Yes, it is. Thanks...

Beast: No worries. I've never seen grass that could talk, though.

Flower: I'm no grass. I'm a flower, and I can bloom!

Narrator: I quickly shake off the dew on me to show the beast the bud hidden underneath all my leaves.

Beast: Ohh... My bad. So you're a flower. I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly plant-savvy.

Flower: That's fine, but you see... You really just freaked me out back there because I'd never seen an animal like you.

Beast: I'm a white tiger. I might look a little intimidating, but I won't hurt you.

Narrator: So, this is what a tiger is like! The white tiger lowers its head gently. It looks formidable, but I can just tell it's being careful with how it moves.

Flower: Did you come from outside the valley?

White Tiger: Yes, and it's my first time here, actually.

Flower: Great. Can I ask you a question, then?

White Tiger: Sure, although I might not be able to answer most of your questions.

Flower: Why don't people come to the valley on New Year's Eve?

Narrator: The tiger tilts its head. I bet this is a hard one for it, but it still tries to give me an answer.

Choose either "That's very nice of it" or "I'm glad you made a new friend."

If "nice..."

You: That's very nice of it.

Narrator: Yes, it's nice indeed.

If "friend," ...

You: I'm glad you made your first friend.

Narrator: Oh, so that's what people call "friends"...

--

White Tiger: I guess it's because people are all busy enjoying themselves?

White Tiger: Yue City, just at the foot of the mountain, is bustling with people now.

White Tiger: It's only natural that people don't come here when they're so busy enjoying the holidays in the city.

Flower: I see... So, I guess I should have picked a different time to bloom then.

Narrator: The white tiger looks at me with bright eyes. It is definitely a lot bigger than me, but its eyes are just so pure and naive. I clearly know it's just a cub.

Flower: I always bloom the night before New Year, and my petals are gone with the dew the next day when the sun rises.

Flower: I've been living here for a long time, but nobody has talked to me or seen me bloom.

White Tiger: I bet you're lonely.

Narrator: I curl up my leaves in embarrassment, because he sees right through me.

Flower: Well, I guess I'm feeling okay. But... I won't be able to bloom this year, though, because of the rain.

Flower: Will you... Come here again next year and see me bloom? You won't be disappointed, I promise!

Narrator: The tiger turns around and sneezes.

White Tiger: A-choo... Sure.

Narrator: It said yes!

Narrator: I'm so happy that I want to shake my leaves, but decide to just rub my stem instead because I don't want to show that I'm excited.

Narrator: We continue chatting for a while, and the young tiger answers a lot of my questions.

Narrator: What is it like off the mountain? How do the white tigers live? Why do humans only come up the mountain at certain times...

Narrator: Bit by bit, the rain lets up. The tiger gets tired and retracts its claws, slowly closing its bright eyes.

Narrator: I fall asleep beside it. In my dream, I see myself blooming the following year, shining brighter than even fireworks.

Narrator: It's the morning's sunlight that wakes me up. The tiger's nowhere to be seen. The disheartening calls of the birds are the only sounds around me.

Narrator: But what was I expecting, though? It isn't some flower that can only stay bound to this valley... it's a tiger, one that can go whenever it wants.

Narrator: But... please don't forget me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

This pink flower only blooms on New Year's night. The flower spirit Yuntan is eager to share her story, Fleeting Dream, with you. Let's hope she doesn't freeze us like she did the crowd at the New Year's event.