conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "One, two, three, four! Now bend forward—Rae, you’re behind!”
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I was desperately trying to move my body to the somber music being played. But exercise wasn’t exactly my forte, and I was struggling to follow the priest’s directions.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Everyone, stop. We’ll start from the top." The priest said. We returned to our original positions and began the dance again. The ceremonial dance we were currently practicing was usually performed by nuns at the Harvest Festival.
conversations.prefix: Priest:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Why, you might ask, was I practicing with them? The answer was simple—Lilly had asked us to.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “A-actually we don’t have enough people…” she’d said. “We’re looking for some volunteers.”
conversations.prefix: Lilly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “There’s really no one at the Church who can step in?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “N-not just anyone can perform the dance, you see. The dancers must possess a certain level of magic…” Apparently, a highly skilled mage had recently left the Bauer Cathedral.
conversations.prefix: Lilly: