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[PR] Fix en translate for saurikissa (#309)

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## Story ## Story
When Shuiyue stepped into the vast realms of the internet under her present name, it wasn’t met with trust or open arms. When Shuiyue stepped into the vast realms of the internet under her present name, she was met with suspicion.
She didn’t shy away from her youthful naivete, those impulsive days embedded in the controversial culture of "Esu." She was transparent about her missteps when she was a child; she participated in *Esu* culture (an online movement that seeks to bully everyone with supposedly deviant behaviours).
Now, she carries her past as a tale of caution, offering wisdom to friends on shielding their private lives After she realized the dangers of *Esu* culture, she hoped to use her experience to help friends protect their personal information and reduce the cruelty online for trans people.
from the stormy gales of online transphobia and cruelty.
Friends, however, were scarce. She didn’t have many friends.
The shadow of her history cast its long, uneasy doubts, keeping many at bay. The shadows of her history cast its long, uneasy doubts, keeping many at bay.
Her struggles with bipolar disorder unfolded as impulsive spending—an army of AirPods, Her struggles with bipolar disorder manifested as impulsive spending—an army of AirPods neatly aligned in a row.
neatly aligned in a row, though she swore, “They’re all fake.” As she swore, “They’re all fake.”
And when regret would creep like a thief in the night, she’d lament, And when regret crept in, she’d lament,
“If only I hadn’t squandered so much… My surgery fund would be ready by now.” “If only I hadn’t squandered so much…I would have saved up enough money for the surgery.”
Seeking solace and counsel, she posed a question in her circle of confidantes: Seeking solace and counsel, she posed a question to her confidantes:
“What advice do you all have for me?” “What advice do you all have for me?”
And the candid replies poured in: And the candid replies poured in:
"Don’t flaunt wealth, don’t lose yourself to madness, don’t walk hand in hand with Esu’s lingering shadows." “Don’t flaunt wealth, don’t go mad, don’t keep in contact with people involved in *Esu*.”
“All right. Got it. I’ll start immediately.” “All right. Got it. I’ll start immediately.”
But who knows if her promises took root in action or whimsy? But who knows if she kept her promises?
"Not going mad—that’s the hard part,” “Don’t go mad—that’s the hardest part,”
she’d confessed with a wicked grin. "I’ve got this itch to stir chaos now and then." she’d confessed with a wicked grin.
“Oh, you troublesome, endearing soul," we’d sigh. “I’ve got this itch to stir chaos now and then.”
“Oh, you troublesome, endearing soul,” we’d sigh.
“The madness, it seems, is in my marrow now—beyond cure or reach.” “The madness, it seems, is in my marrow now—beyond reach, incurable.”
But beneath the whimsical storms, she was still the girl in the sailor-style uniform, But beneath the whimsical storms, she was still the girl in the sailor-style uniform,
adorned with a blue ribbon, peddling absurd humor with a pure, radiant laugh. adorned with a blue ribbon, peddling absurd humour with a pure, radiant laugh.
Her joys lingered in the glow of digital gadgets and their intricate riddles. Her joys lingered in the glow of digital gadgets and their intricate riddles.
In her modest and cluttered abode, treasures lay scattered—cassette tapes, phones, hard drives, stickers— In her modest and cluttered abode, treasures lay scattered—cassette tapes, phones, hard drives, stickers—
each sorted with loving precision. each sorted with loving precision.
Some sealed neatly in boxes, labeled in her tidy scrawl. Some were sealed neatly in boxes, labelled in her tidy handwriting.
I’d secretly wonder if she held a penchant for collecting duplicates—artifacts in mirroring rows. I’ve secretly wondered if she held a penchant for collecting duplicates—artifacts in mirroring rows.
To her, data security was religion. Backups, an unspoken vow. To her, data security was like a religion. Backups, an unspoken vow.
She had a collection of glasses, fitted identically to her prescription, She had a collection of glasses fitted identically to her prescription,
as if each lens held its own intimate history, etched into her memory. as if each lens held its intimate history and was etched into her memory.
Yet she wasn’t confined to her small, crowded sanctuary. No, not Shuiyue. Yet she wasn’t confined to her small, crowded sanctuary. No, not Shuiyue.
When the weight of her mind lifted, she flitted from place to place, Whenever Shuiyue wasn’t depressed, she travelled from place to place, sometimes visiting friends in distant Changchun.
sometimes journeying to friends in faraway Changchun.
Often, she’d parade photos of her cat with unmasked pride—though her family loathed the feline spirit. Often, she’d parade photos of her cat with unmasked pride—though her family loathed the feline spirit.
As for her own unpopularity with certain souls, she met it not with ire, but disheartened sighs. As for her unpopularity with certain souls, she met it not with ire but disheartened sighs.
Love had knocked at her door time and time again, Love had knocked at her door time and time again,
but it was a pattern cruelly familiar—a yearning for love, a longing to be loved. but it was a pattern cruelly familiar—a yearning for love, a longing to be loved.
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Their bond deepened during a brief cohabitation in Dongguan. Their bond deepened during a brief cohabitation in Dongguan.
Yet, shadows loomed—gender dysphoria, body image battles, Yet, shadows loomed—gender dysphoria, body image battles,
and the persistent echo of mental unrest haunted her. and the persistent echo of mental unrest haunted her.
The thought of turning out her flame—it lingered in silent corners of her mind. The thought of leaving this world lingered in her mind.
When news of Youhun’s death reached Shuiyue, it struck her like a thunderclap. When news of Youhun’s death reached Shuiyue, it struck her like a thunderclap.
"How could she go before me? I’m still here," she whispered, shaken. “How could she go before me? I’m still here,” she whispered, shaken.
And then came sorrow’s flood: "But as soon as she left, my balance wavered. And then came sorrow’s flood: “But as soon as she left, my balance wavered.
Me—soft-hearted, crumbling at anyone’s passing as though my soul, too, would shatter." Me—soft-hearted, crumbling at anyone’s passing as though my soul, too, would shatter.”
Her voice trembled with a selfless plea: Her voice trembled with a selfless plea:
"Could I trade my life for hers? Bring her existence back, restore her sanity to its fullest bloom?” “Could I trade my life for hers? Bring her existence back and restore her sanity bar to the max?”
Three days after Youhun’s departure, an acquaintance reached out to Shuiyue. Three days after Youhun’s departure, an acquaintance reached out to Shuiyue.
Sensing her fragility, they sought to comfort her, to find someone who might stand vigil through her long and dark hours. Sensing her fragility, they sought to comfort her, to find someone who might stand vigil through her long and dark hours.
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“Darling, please don’t follow her. If you show up chasing her into the afterlife, she’ll be *so* annoyed with you.” “Darling, please don’t follow her. If you show up chasing her into the afterlife, she’ll be *so* annoyed with you.”
"I’m joking!" Shuiyue laughed, her bravado laced with defiant fragility. “I’m joking!” Shuiyue laughed, her bravado laced with defiant fragility.
"I’m terrified of death—I’d never actually go through with it. “I’m terrified of death—I’d never actually go through with it.
You think I’d die for her? Please, I haven’t even lived enough yet. You think I’d die for her? Please, I haven’t even lived enough yet.
What nonsense is there to fear?" What nonsense is there to fear?”
In this final exchange with her friend Shu, her words danced with denial and trembling strength. In this final exchange with her friend Shu, her words danced with denial and trembling strength.
Less than a week later, her passing was confirmed by Aypasha, a dear friend from her brightest days. Less than a week later, her passing was confirmed by Aypasha, a dear friend from her brightest days.