gpt
Emilia:  When she awoke from the Trials, it felt different than coming out of sleep. Her body had not been sleeping; rather, her soul had been separated from her body.
human
Emilia:  “…Ah, oh no. It feels like I’m about to cry.” Clenching her teeth, Emilia shook her head, as if to ward off the sense of loss she had yet to recover from. From there, she rose to her feet, stroked the writing on the wall with her palm—and then turned her gaze toward the back of the stone room.
gpt
Emilia:  “…It’s open. Is this saying, Come on in?”
human
Emilia:  “I mustn’t get all worried. Anyway, I’ll go, see, and do. Okay, let’s go.” Pushing back against the faint unease in her chest, Emilia spurred herself on and passed through the door.