From c775281b1e6edac564f2a70653f70219ba7d1b3d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Elihuso Quigley Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2024 10:54:11 +0800 Subject: [PATCH] [+] localize? en_ca page --- people/saurikissa/page.en.md | 73 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- 1 file changed, 72 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/people/saurikissa/page.en.md b/people/saurikissa/page.en.md index 33db0975..bf7531b1 100644 --- a/people/saurikissa/page.en.md +++ b/people/saurikissa/page.en.md @@ -7,4 +7,75 @@ info: ## Story -- to be translated. +When Shuiyue stepped into the vast realms of the internet under her present name, it wasn’t met with trust or open arms. +She didn’t shy away from her youthful naivete, those impulsive days embedded in the controversial culture of "Esu." +Now, she carries her past as a tale of caution, offering wisdom to friends on shielding their private lives +from the stormy gales of online transphobia and cruelty. + +Friends, however, were scarce. +The shadow 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, +neatly aligned in a row, though she swore, “They’re all fake.” +And when regret would creep like a thief in the night, she’d lament, +“If only I hadn’t squandered so much… My surgery fund would be ready by now.” + +Seeking solace and counsel, she posed a question in her circle of confidantes: +“What advice do you all have for me?” +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." + +“All right. Got it. I’ll start immediately.” +But who knows if her promises took root in action or whimsy? + +"Not going mad—that’s the hard part,” +she’d confessed with a wicked grin. "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.” + +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. +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— +each sorted with loving precision. +Some sealed neatly in boxes, labeled in her tidy scrawl. +I’d secretly wonder if she held a penchant for collecting duplicates—artifacts in mirroring rows. +To her, data security was religion. Backups, an unspoken vow. + +She had a collection of glasses, fitted identically to her prescription, +as if each lens held its own intimate history, etched into her memory. + +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, +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. +As for her own unpopularity with certain souls, she met it not with ire, but disheartened sighs. + +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. +She eventually walked a path of playful rivalry and friendship with someone she cherished: Youhun. +Their bond deepened during a brief cohabitation in Dongguan. +Yet, shadows loomed—gender dysphoria, body image battles, +and the persistent echo of mental unrest haunted her. +The thought of turning out her flame—it lingered in silent corners of her mind. + +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. +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." +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?” + +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. +But alas, no one arrived. + +“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 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. +What nonsense is there to fear?" + +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.