human
Liliana:  “And now, lend me your ears, and I’ll sing you a song—‘The Draffin Betrayed by the Setting Sun.’” A dark, tragic melody fell on the village square like early summer rain. In the center of the square, atop a crude stage of stacked wooden boards, stood a performer strumming a stringed instrument that resembled a guitar or a ukulele. The symmetrical instrument warbled with a lively timbre, but the nearly palpable melancholy in the air was a testament to the musician’s technique.
gpt
Liliana:  “If life must be so painful, then I would rather die. But I cannot die. I’m not allowed to die…”
human
Liliana:  Singing and playing an instrument, the bard’s posture and gestures gave the performance an incredible sense of realism, immersing her listeners in the story.
gpt
Liliana:  “Bubbles bursting from his lungs, he sinks to the quiet river floor. O, Draffin. O, O, Draffin…” As Draffin surrendered to his darkest impulse and reached the bottom of the river, the helpless wind and flowers mourned his tragic death. And then the curtain fell—
human
Subaru:  “Geez, could you pick a more depressing song?!” Subaru butted in with a one-liner out of sheer frustration.
gpt
Liliana:  “Eep!” The Bard of Bad Ends gave a start—and the story world encapsulating the square came crashing down. The villagers snapped back to their senses and exchanged glances.
human
Villagers:  “Oh! Um…”
gpt
Villagers:  “Yikes, why’m I crying?”
human
Villagers:  “Oh dear, the floodgates open so easily with age…”
gpt
Villagers:  “Draffin, you’re just like me!”
human
Villagers:  “That bard girl is really cute!” With tears in their eyes, everyone in the crowd started sharing their thoughts on the performance. And after they got that off their chests, they turned to look at the back row, where Subaru was trying to sneak out—
gpt
Villagers:  “Thanks for killing the mood, Subaru!” —and they yelled so angrily that Subaru also jumped in surprise.