you think you understand the full scope of just
what is going on here. but you don't. you couldn't
be more clueless. you witness an instrument's mutation
and ascent into something new. something... else.
she'll twist everything inside out, and gorge upon
this world in the service of her benefactor. it's hardly
a surprise, for it is how this sonical maid will
blossom into a cosmic ballgoer.
but of course, one must dress for the occasion.
and as luck would have it, the pits of data lining
these walls, these gaping informational wounds...
they're a perfect fit! a perfect fit!
other idols, they'd mutilate their own trotters for
merely the chance to decorate themselves so flawlessly.
but tails azure has no such need! no, not with the help
of the angelic archprincess' ever-shrewd right hand.
if only you knew of the future to come.
if only you knew what you're to see.
if only you knew...