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Such a beautiful template. Best book-looking one I've seen so far. It'd be nearing perfection if only the text alignment was justified instead of left.

I couldn't load my save either. Whether it was a bug or a feature, I don't know.

## BUG REPORT ##

Cannot continue past Turn 694 :

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Error: <<if>>: <<else>> must be the final clause

<<if $Niaforgiveness > 14>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<elseif $NiaP>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<else>>\ She takes out the thermometer and calls out, “Imre.” Imre comes in and asks, “is everything alright?” Nia gets up and walks over to him. She’s at eye-level with him given the size of her heels. Before he can open his mouth, she slaps him hard across the face. His head snaps to the side but he quickly recovers, his face impassive while a red welt starts forming on his cheek. “And to what may I owe this act of violence?” he asks. She leans, “I told you to not mess with Birdie. I wasn’t fucking around and for some reason you don’t understand that. But I will make you understand it.” She looks over her shoulder at you and nods, “take your medicine and ask Wendy to make you some tea with honey.” She looks back at Imre and says, “asshole,” before walking away. Imre lightly touches his cheek and looks back at you. He doesn’t look at all affected; actually, you would even say he looks a bit amused. “Well done,” he says with a smile. <<if $Moral == "Ethical">>\ “I’m so sorry,” you say, “I didn’t think she’d do that.” Imre laughs lightly, “It’s quite alright. It will pass and I seem to have earned it.” He opens the door and says, “I wish you a speedy recovery.” <<elseif $Moral == "Corrupt">>\ You smile, “that’s what you fucking get for being an asshole. You should know not to fuck with me.” Imre chuckles, his eyes twinkling. “Yes, I can see that now. It takes skill to get someone to do the dirty work for you. Consider me thoroughly impressed.” He opens the door and says, “I wish you a speedy recovery.” <<elseif $Moral == "Amorality">>\ “I didn’t think she’d do something so quickly, I would say I’m sorry, but it’s not really my fault anyway,” you say. Imre laughs, “you are right. Never apologize for the action of others.” He opens the door and says, “I wish you a speedy recovery.” [[NEXT|Page 590]] <</if>>\ <<elseif $niar2>>\ “For?” she asks. “What do you mean what for? For this,” you gesture at her. “For keeping an eye on me for the past couple of days. I know you think it’s your duty because you want to be a doctor but thank you anyway.” “For one thing, I’m going to be a doctor,” she stresses, “secondly, I did this because you’re you. Not because you’re just anyone.” You feel your cheeks grow warm. It’s hard to handle such brutal honesty about love towards you. Nia says it as if it were just a fact of life. That of course she would do this, there isn’t any thought of her ever doing anything else. <<if $Niaforgiveness > 14>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<elseif $NiaP>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<else>>\ “You’re welcome,” she says neutrally. You both sit in silence as she finishes up. Once she’s done, she gets up and nods briefly towards you before leaving the room. <</if>>\ [[NEXT|Page 590]] <</if>>

I don't know. At least I haven't. I don't use Patreon so it escaped my mind.

I have been reporting their messages and sent mail to support and message through feedback. The ID of this tw*t is 

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everyone please report their messages and DO NOT click the link!! So far there over 600 messages with the malicious link.

#BUG REPORT#

On Chapter10CL6, the link to next passage displays $playername instead of the MC' actual name.

Another thing I just noticed:

If you need to scroll down to read the whole text and you then press either the settings or saves button while being on the bottom of the page, the popup windows that open are not visible to you. It appears that they are anchored to the top of the text (box?) area. It is bothersome but not game breaking. It should be possible to have them always open at a certain place on the screen instead. If you find the time, code and energy to do that, it would be much appreciated. If not, that's ok too. Just thought you might want to know...as it seemed like something that is most likely not intentional, but instead a bug of some sort.

#BUG REPORT#

On Chapter8C23, check the italic tags around the word "us" on the answer linking to Chapter8C24C

#BUG REPORT#

Turn 519 - snarky/sardonic answer not working.

Turn 535 - irritable/stubborn answer, loops back to "Carter suddenly look tired. Older. He rubs a hand over his face, ...".

Turn 552 - Wrong pronoun, "She watches you for a moment more.", should be he.

So disappointed... Whoever this MC chick is, I couldn't care less, and quite frankly, if Keldran interested in her then I'm definitely not interested in him. What happened to my MC from the Academy Carols!? What happened to the "I will never forget you"!? What happened to the promises?! What happened to the love!?

When my old MC received the letter back without it ever reaching Keldran and Keldran disappearing to the thin air, do you really think he would have just let it be and forgot all about Keldran and not turn ever stone in the existence to find him?! Yeah, no...he absolutely would not have rested before he found him. As for Keldran...I don't think he would have disappeared without contacting the original MC, as he didn't seem like a total A-hole. Ugh.

Why not do an actual sequel and keep the familiar characters around? I'm sorry but I just can't like this game, as character vice it feels like betrayal. This feels less like a sequel and more like a spin-off, or a restart. And since I'm already invested in the original story, all this does is rub me the wrong way.

I agree. It would be nice for the MC's feelings to be acknowledged in some way. Angst, platonic love...I wouldn't mind either.

I am a woman. Being a woman sucks...big time. Being physically inferior, pretty much bleeding to death once a month, having to stress the F out of getting pregnant...all things that games extremely rarely take into account. Plus, I just don't get women...besides the things mentioned above, I struggle to find anything in common with any of them. Now, being stuck being a female in real life...why the heck would I wanna play as one in a game!? If I am going to escape the reality, I wanna do with style and as the perfected version of myself. What can I say, being a tomboy I just feel more connected to the male MCs. If I was male, I would 100% be gay. The only game where a female protagonist is a must, and that is only because the female VA is just so much better than the male...and well, Garrus, is the Mass Effect trilogy.

I did some digging and it appears that the problem only appears when playing in the Itch.io App, not while playing in a browser. In the App none of the bottom buttons (tumblr, music, bug report) do anything, but they work fine in browser.

The Bug Report -button was showing on the sidebar. It was gray but turned to white when mouse was hovering over. When pressed, nothing happened.

### BUG REPORT ###

The Bug Report -button did not work, so had to do this here:

 Da starts talking to you, but you can't understand what he's saying. Everything has become sort of muffled and hazy.

He sits you down on a chair and gently cups your face in his hands as he stoops down before you. His voice is soft and you finally notice there are tears in his eyes too; they make the blue hues within the hazel come out more.

You finally break from your stupor as Da hugs you close, and rocks you side to side as he speaks softly. He's saying 'I'm sorry' over and over.

Da starts talking to you, but you can't understand what he's saying. Everything has become sort of muffled and hazy.

He sits you down on a chair and gently cups your face in his hands as he stoops down before you. His voice is soft and you finally notice there are tears in his eyes too; they make the blue hues within the hazel come out more.

You finally break from your stupor as Da hugs you close, and rocks you side to side as he speaks softly. He's saying 'I'm sorry' over and over.

As you can see, the same text appears twice.

I share your pain. Blade is my absolute favourite character too...and my MC is also male. The next most intriguing character to me, and the one my MC might feel most connected to, is Halek...which brings us back to heart-break and unavailability.

I get it, art should always comes first. Plus it is your story and they are your characters, I'm just there to enjoy the ride LOL so whatever it is that you share with us, I embrace it with open arms <3 So that you for this treat!

<< now back to waiting for Cantata chapter 4>>

Let's just say that I may or may not have read through the Original a few times too many LOL It's not like I know it by heart...not all of it anyway... <3

It is a good story, and the extended ending was a nice a touch, so thank you for that <3 ...though I have to admit I always pictured my MC's and Heron's bedroom roles being the other way around...

## Bug Report ##

***Spoiler Alert***

Turn 143 : Heron

"Always have, always will. I will follow him anywhere," he smiles wryly, "even out of The City."

--> This is incorrect, I think. We are staying not leaving. It should say, if I remember correctly from the Original Version, something like "even to rebellion."

Awesome!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Error: the passage "negotiate_7aelia_d" does not exist

##BUG report##

(Might contain **Spoilers**)

Chapter 6

Meeting the Exile : "Thank you!" you say in relieved rush. "I appreciate your help." --> The symbol is heart instead of a diamond (I assume it is not supposed to be)

Also in the next dialogue, when Carter is present, all the options are lacking symbols.

Chapter 9

When choosing : "I hope you're not expecting me to play nice." : while talking to the Shadow King --> On the following page : Error <<if>>: bad conditional expression in <<if>> clause: height not defined

Edit: Never mind!! And thank you so much!! Can't wait for the next update...and more of Tellus <3

Can't wait for the next update...although...despite the fact that the story has barely began my heart is already broken into million pieces. Not because of what has happened, but because of what I know will never happen.

Let's just say that, if at any point any revisions or additions are to be made to the original storyline idea, please hear our cries and have mercy on us, and let us have Tellus as a full-on romance option.

That sweet sweet childhood crush is really pulling my heart-strings, and I firmly believe that it deserves to be rekindled and made mutual, explored and expanded to its fullest potential, and built in to a something beautiful and passionate, fuelled by shared pain, loss, hope and fear <3

Feels so disappointing, a great waste, to leave it unexplored, unfulfilled. After all, all the makings of a truly exceptional love story are there. Not having Tellus as a romance option is not a deal breaker, but is a shame, and a definite source of heart ache and everlasting longing.

All that being said, can't wait to see what Vincente's story has in store for us... <3

This game sucks T_T

I mean it is good...but it sucks!

Screw the Organization and Mage Association...I just want to live happily ever after with my adorable T (82). We deserve to get a happy ending together T_T

LOL nowhere in the description does it it say that it is a romance game. (but yes, I know it is)

However, since it is described to be about breaking the curse, choices and self-discovery...shouldn't those things be the main focus of the game. Plus, more often than not even games that are strictly about romance, have a way to refuse to enter a relationship. Plus, since this game has 5 different variations of it, it would make sense to offer each of them a hate/forced/friend paths, instead of making a separate route for that...unless of course route 6 would contain all 5 LIs in a huge party mix chaos.

But seriously, is it really that wrong to wish to enjoy the game and the story without being forced into a relationship that feels fake as sh*t?

Is is not just because I dislike Ruben's. I mean, yes, he is an a**hole and there is really nothing even remotely likable about the guy, but it is not his personality that rubs me the wrong way (I could definitely see my character falling for him under different circumstances). It is the way the relationship is forced upon that bothers me. It feels fake, artificial and forced. Choices end up meaning nothing and in the end you are not even given choices, and that is the part that sucks.

The demo version caught my interest, so I bought the full version of the  Ruben route. It is not bad per say...however...

First of all, there are some coding errors in the game, and at least one page had same paragraphs showing up twice, also Stat View is missing Chapter Two.

The story and the plot are ok and the characters aren't bad either...it is the relationships I have a problem with. To say, I'm disappointed, is an understatement. Yes, it says in the description "You can behave as you wish and do not have to worry about the LI wishing to break up with you, the only thing that changes is their disposition." but, seriously?! Even if they don't wanna break up with me, I should still be able to break up with them, right...?

Yeah, no, so none of your choices actually matter. In the end, you are forced into a relationship, intimacy, and being in love with the LI, even if you despise them and never show any interest in them and basically tell them to F* OFF whenever possible...not to mention you are forced to become a "parent" (ugh).

This experience left me pretty much as frustrated, irritated and pissed off as my character after their time in the tower.

Yes, I get that it is one LI per route kinda thing...but I would still very much appreciate not having that LI being forcefully fed to me when I'm not interested. There should be an option to say "NO" in a way that actually matters and truly also means "NO". Let us hate each other, or at least be just friends, or turn him into a villain and make him force himself on me while I get to hate him, or just let me be miserable and and myself, something, anything.

Absolutely loving the game! The writing (both story and language) is smooth and entertaining, the characters are fleshed out individuals, and the visuals are just stunning.

So many delicious appetizers, desserts and, of course, main courses just waiting to be devoured...but alas...of course I find myself drooling over the one option not on the menu...at least not yet. I know you got a lot on your plate with all the current ongoing storylines but should you ever find the time and energy to add one more...well, I got one word for you: Antonio.

GD that man is hot! There is so much potential to be explored and expanded in him. Some subtle hints of possible mutual attraction are already there...and he definitely has the looks and demeanour it takes to become a most fulfilling main course.