Persona 3 Reload x Arknights Operator Skin Artwork
- Makoto (In Witness of Glory)
- Yukari (In Vigil of Dawn and Dusk)
- Aigis (In Contemplation of Life)
- Koromaru (Over the City of Sweetness)
NuiDiary 1.0.7 is now available on both iOS and Android.
Each nui now has a little Passport for event and place stamps. A new event also lets a few diary photos become one small story.
To open the Passport, tap the globe in the upper-right corner of your Little Room.
In Texas they told me to stop at Buc-ee's for gas.
I have been to shrines. I have stood in temples that took two hundred years to build.
I was not prepared for the gas station.
There were one hundred and twenty fuel pumps.
I counted them because I did not believe them.
A man beside me was filling a truck the size of my first apartment, and he was not filling it because it was empty.
He was filling it because he was here, and here is where a man fills things.
Inside was a hall so vast I lost the horizon.
A wall of jerky. A wall of fudge I did not know the country produced.
A brisket sandwich handed to me by a man in a beaver costume.
And I want to be clear, the beaver is not a mascot.
The beaver is a saint.
The people speak of him the way my grandmother spoke of the mountain behind her house.
And the bathrooms.
I had been warned about the bathrooms and I had dismissed the warning as the pride of a loud people.
I was wrong to dismiss it.
The bathrooms are famous across the whole state and they have earned it.
I have slept in worse hotels. I nearly bowed upon entering.
A janitor was polishing the floor with the devotion of a man tending a garden he loved, and when I thanked him he said "welcome in," which I have since learned is what Texas says instead of hello, and also instead of I am glad you exist.
I went in for gas. I was inside for ninety minutes.
I came out with fudge, a shirt printed with a joke I do not fully understand, forty dollars of jerky, and a feeling I can only describe as having been to church.
I did not need any of it.
I needed all of it.
I have walked through the great cathedrals of the old world. I lit no candle there.
I lit no candle at Buc-ee's either.
But I did fill the truck.
And I understand now that in Texas, this is the same thing.
Variations on a Cosmic Tour | Robin • Summeretto
"It's nice to see you again. The weather in Astropolis is wonderful, and the moist breeze is filled with the scent of sunshine... I'm hoping to gather inspiration for a new song. Would you like to take a stroll together on the beach and listen to the sounds of sea conchs?"
Soaring clearest skies and bluest oceans, wings sweep up the sea spray, transforming it into a new melody.
Following the lingering echoes of memory, she embraces the unexpected along the way, seeking inspiration for a melodic variation—
Beyond the melody, how else can the Harmony sing?