Wooden Doll

An intricately carved wooden doll, shaped in {PlayerName}'s likeness and crafted from the roots created by Camellya's Forte. It reflects her unique aesthetic. Before their reunion in Jinzhou, Camellya had made countless attempts to sculpt the doll's face, each attempt leading to frustration as she could never quite perfect the final stroke. Now, after all the vague attempts and disappointments, her vision has finally come to life. As she gazes upon her creation, she can't help but chuckle. "So, this is what it was meant to be like," she thought. "Hehe, just as adorable as I imagined."

Spectrum Bracelet

A frequency spectrum-monitoring bracelet designed by the Black Shores, created at Camellya's strong insistence. Its design resembles a cherished gift from a bygone era, equipped with similar tracking features to keep the wearer's location and safety known from afar. Camellya understands that she is no longer the Lady Flora of old, nor does she wish to be. Gone are the days of shadowing {PlayerName}, but so what? Both of them will do what makes them happy. For her, this is the sole anchor in an endless sea of meaninglessness.

A Camellia

A flower dedicated to a certain person. Whether as a leader, a Modulator, or now as the Rover, the hero of Jinzhou, a guide… Camellya has never cared about {Male=his;Female=her} title or accompanying responsibilities. However, she knows she cannot, and indeed will not, let her own perspective on life color {Male=his;Female=her} judgment. So let this everlasting flower convey her feelings where mere words may fall short. "It only blooms for you, forever and always."

To the Days Ahead

She awoke from her dream. The sun broke over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the Black Shores. It was the dawn of another ordinary day. Camellya opened her eyes, stretching leisurely atop the treetops. Her movements were graceful, and a fall would be unthinkable. Even if she did slip, the vines would cradle her fall. She loved sleeping like this, away from any disturbance or people. "What a beautiful morning," she mused. She felt stable, in mind and body, and the thought of needing the medical pod seemed distant. This was a good thing. She knew {PlayerName} was to remain in the Black Shores, preparing for {Male=his;Female=her} journey to Rinascita. The prospect delighted her, for that meant more time to talk, laugh, and spend time together. She gave {PlayerName} a gift, a bracelet designed to monitor frequencies, just like the one {Male=he;Female=she} had given her before. It was the first gift she had ever prepared for someone. "How peculiar!" she mused. To wonder about someone's safety, or whether they even existed... it was truly a novel feeling! Surely, it meant that she cared about their life. Such thoughts were foreign—she had never cared about her own life, or that of others. But after leaving the Stellar Matrix with {PlayerName} and discovering her identity as Lady Flora, she had begun to see things in a subtle new light. Still, she had no intention of following {PlayerName} to Rinascita. Their views on certain aspects of Solaris' history differed, and just as she did not intend to meddle in {Male=his;Female=hers} choices, she didn't feel the need to explain her own. In fact, to spare {PlayerName} from the added burden, she had kept some truths hidden from {Male=him;Female=her}. In the Stellar Matrix, she hadn't completely lost all memories of her past. Yes, her past… Camellya squinted, a soft hum escaping her lips as she contemplated her next move. She wanted to investigate further on her own, biding her time until the moment felt right to share what she knew with {PlayerName}. She had little faith in the organization built on this shore, and even less in the Tethys System. Aside from {PlayerName}, she had little trust in anyone else. Once, as Lady Flora, she had shied away from entanglements, unwilling to watch {PlayerName} sacrifice {Male=himself;Female=herself} for the greater good. But now her perspective had shifted. She saw little resemblance to the Lady Flora of her past. She had followed {PlayerName} travels from Jinzhou till now. A singular force, always moving forward, gathering a diverse array of companions along the way. She understood that this was still not her path, yet she no longer resisted observing it. Just as one pebble meets another, sending ripples across the water's surface, she embraced the idea of being a "variable" in this dance. Now, the joy she derived from their connection was profound. She felt no trace of the usual boredom creeping in, nor did she wish to erase thoughts of them. Instead, her thoughts often drifted to {Male=him;Female=her}, yearning to learn more about {Male=his;Female=her} adventures and share more delightful games. It was then Camellya realized that these thoughts had already left painful yet pleasing marks on her soul, long before she ever noticed. Feeling suddenly inspired, she activated her Terminal and drafted a brief message to {PlayerName}, set to send just before {Male=his;Female=her} departure. The bracelet allowed her to check on {Male=him;Female=her} anytime, so there was nothing to worry about. Though Solaris was vast, she believed that if they were threads in the same story, their paths would surely cross again. At a time when {PlayerName} was none the wiser, that's when she would surprise {Male=him;Female=her}! As she envisioned this delightful moment, a melody escaped her lips. Vines twisted around her arms, climbing upwards, as tiny buds began to bloom at their tips. Suddenly, a thought struck her. "I will give {Male=him;Female=her} a flower." As this idea took root in her mind, it consumed her completely. She had to find {PlayerName}—now! The flower, born from her very being, would neither wither nor decay unless she perished. She was stunned by her own eagerness and felt a flicker of sadness. As she reflected on it, a dull ache interrupted her thoughts. With a sigh, she chose not to dwell on it. For… Yes! A smile graced her lips as she resolved to keep that flower blooming for {PlayerName}. She would do her utmost not to die too soon. Camellya leaped from the treetops, joyfully headed toward {PlayerName}, her cherished seed of fate.