gpt
Narration:  At the deepest part of the park, a lone girl was singing in front of some kind of monument. The girl had brown skin. Her stature was short. She had a cheerful face and big, round eyes with bright-yellow irises, and her hair was tied in twin braids with the ends hanging from each side of her head. Her hair and body were adorned with ornaments made from tree fruits and animal bones. In the singing girl’s arms was a lyulyre—a stringed instrument somewhere between the size of a guitar and a ukulele. With that and her voice, the girl put on a performance of stunning skill, her throat trembling as she wove the song. It was the energy the music carried that was overwhelming. A wind and tremor that should not have existed, a blazing heat that should have been impossible to feel, and uncontrollable surges of happiness, anger, sadness, joy—this was what consumed Subaru as the song enraptured him. And it was not only Subaru who felt this way. Nor was it merely him and Beatrice. As the girl continued to sing, an audience of some fifty people had gathered around her. Their breaths were hushed as they listened to the song, just as entranced as Subaru and Beatrice. Finally, the girl’s song reached its climax. The audience’s emotions reached their zenith—
human
Girl:  "—No money, no future, no dream, only vanity. Ahhh, what do I see? I see the darkness behind my eyelids. There is nothing beyond the darkness. It is over, over, and it all comes to an end."
gpt
Subaru:  "Hey, when you listen to the words, this is a pretty horrible song, y’know?!"
human
Girl:  "Hyaaa?!" The girl cried out in surprise as she nearly dropped the instrument she was holding, which obviously interrupted the performance. The heat that had permeated the place dissipated all at once. The change in atmosphere made Subaru go pale as he realized he’d done something bad.
gpt
Subaru:  "Oh crap, I failed to read the mood just like old times! Beako, let’s hightail… Owww?"