human
Emilia:  …Haaa…ha!… Ah.” Her heart rate quickened abnormally, and she could hear the noisy sound of blood flowing in her head. The inside of her chest grew hot, and the depths of her belly grew cold. Her leaping heart threatened to jump right out of her mouth, and yet, the tips of her fingers felt heavy, as if packed with lead. Though she willed them to move with all her might, they would not. —If she didn’t open this door, something terrible would happen to everyone, she was sure of it. As fear and despair made her mind a blank, Emilia’s consciousness moved further and further away—
gpt
Emilia:  “—Think of yourself as the Key.” When Emilia sought something to cling to, that voice smoothly slid into Emilia’s earlobes.
human
Emilia:  —I am…the Key. Doing as the voice commanded, Emilia’s mind settled on a single answer. That instant, Emilia felt something heavy in the palm of the hand she used to touch the door. She looked at her hand. There, she saw an old, large silver key that had appeared at some point unknown to her.
gpt
Pandora:  “Can you see it? If so, you are indeed the Key.” Standing right beside Emilia, Pandora spoke in what seemed a whisper. Her words brought a sound out of Emilia’s throat, but she realized the girl could not see the Key herself.
human
Emilia:  “You don’t see this…?”
gpt
Pandora:  “—. No, I do not. This Key cannot be entrusted to anyone who does not possess the proper qualifications. There are likely only two people in the world who may hold this Key.” When Pandora murmured with a look of envy, Emilia saw something resembling emotion in her for the first time. But the impression the girl gave off that moment was meaningless. Lifting her face, Emilia turned back toward the door. Surely, the key in her palm would match the keyhole of the lock in the center of the door. It was something Emilia understood without having to try and see. Mysteriously, her hand felt accustomed to the key. It was as natural, as obvious as a key she might use to enter her own bedroom.
human
Pandora:  “Now, open it. Do this, and your wish shall be granted.” When Pandora’s voice came to her from…somewhere, Emilia took a single step forward. If she put the key in the keyhole and willed it to “open,” then open it would. That was all it would take for the seal to be released from its long, long, truly so very long duty. If she did that, Geuse, Fortuna, and everyone else in the forest would surely be saved…and yet—
gpt
Emilia:  Emilia—I promise. As she was about to touch the seal, the words whispered by her mother upon their parting echoed in Emilia’s head. They were words exchanged in a promise unrelated to that seal. However, Emilia remembered. She remembered her mother had promised to protect her. She knew nothing about the seal. She’d made a prior promise never to go to this place.