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(Of solitude past and present- lofi) - T tự vẽ hếttt - Lore: Having decided to stop by Sumeru, the Wanderer took some time off to visit Treasures Street and learn how to make toys from some of the merchants there. In a corner of the bustling street, a kind-hearted old fellow with hair as white as snow invited him to sit by his side, teaching him how to use cloth and thread to sew that which he wanted to make step by step. The Wanderer spent much time practicing, doing this thing that did not augur with his personality. Strange, perhaps, but he did not hate it. He had done such things with great patience in times past, after all, learning things such as holding cutlery, wearing clothes, combing his hair... Yes, he had learned to be a "human" from the little things up. A few days later, his great work was complete — a little man with white clothes and black hair, a waistband tied using a butterfly knot, and a clear, round tear at the corner of his eye. Indeed, back then, there was a young fellow who had made this doll in imitation of the Wanderer's past appearance. Shame, then, that he had burned both the doll and his old home to ashes when he left Inazuma. Many years later, he would make one as well, and oh, how familiar that felt! Small and soft as it was, it was akin to a defenseless babe. It took up little space in his sleeves, and if he kept it in his hat, it felt like having a travel companion. "From today, you shall wander together with me." He said softly, placing it in his pocket. - (Tự dịch đi háhaha)
