Namonaki Onna no Uta

From <The First Archive>, I have established a connection between <what could be called consciousness> and the first horizon...

This archive has already admitted certain changes. [He] and [she] were in a romantic relationship. They would eventually be torn apart by a <historical> battle. Due to his feelings for his lover, whom he believed to be dead, he brought the wrath of the ruler at the time upon himself and was promptly executed. The woman did not doubt that the man was alive and continued her search for him; the journey eventually taking a toll on her and robbing her of her sight...
The <factors> that were predicted to change the outcome of this tragedy - I attempted a [denial] of [his] ad921d60486366258809553a3db49a4a and [her] ad921d60486366258809553a3db49a4a.
Well then. Is the cat within the box alive, or is it dead? Let us take a peek inside the cage...

What does a poem really mean to her?
The unknown lady unrecognized in the chronicle.

She is the Nein.

Poem of the Nameless Woman

The distant lights passing by cast shadows upon fading flowers
Engraving countless wrinkles upon the woman’s skin, gently caressed by the dry winds

Oh...the white bird in flight among the crimson skies
Do you know [the destination you must strive for]?

Oh...please take me along; don’t leave me behind
These voiceless words I swallow

There is nothing I can be sure of
In the fading <scenes>[light], or the Ninth Reality[darkness] that I reach out to

I took refuge in a transient <illusion>[dream]; surrounded by scattering petals
You were smiling with me, and our...

(“Come forth, Ballad the poet. You were granted an audience so you can compose a poem in celebration of the tenth anniversary since Her Majesty’s coronation.”)

A <withered flower> wavering in reminiscence
Is one that can never be matched by a rose in full bloom...

(“What imprudence!”)

However...there is but one...
(“But wait...it goes on!”)
One rose that is not of this world!
(“I see..so that’s what you mean!”)

Whose beauty shines upon this winter of decay,
Illuminating the world in eternal spring?
(“The world!” “Eternal spring!”)

\None other than our majesty, the queen!/

The man put his heart into self-defense and had a long life, but his artistic soul died.
What would people from coming ages evaluate? What was the thing he really wanted to defend?

“Woah, so I heard this from the guy at the flour mill,
But apparently our boss just has no luck with the ladies at all.

And that drove him nuts until he snapped and kidnapped some girl, is that true?”
“...crap, it IS true!?”

“Oh, you’re awake!”
I found you passed out in the forest near the water mill, so I carried you all the way here.

“Who would’ve thought~!”

“According to that quack doctor, it’s a combination of exhaustion and malnutrition...
And your life would’ve been at risk if left be, but...”

<My savior>[He] laughed and took something out /I laughed and took that out

“Guess what, you’re in luck! Come now, no need to be polite! Just eat up! We’ve got enough bread to sell!” he said

“I mean, it is a bakery!”
“Haha! You sure look like you’re enjoying it, girl!”
“Trés bon!”

-And that’s how I was given a new lease on life...
Though I initially experienced confusion and surprise at my change of heart...
I felt optimistic for some reason...almost as if I was born anew..
I decided to help out at the bakery for a while....

Morning at a bakery is nothing to scoff at!
I need to get up earlier than the roosters; earlier than the sun
To knead dough -> to knead dough -> to knead dough -> to sleep...zzz
(”Luna...”)

Our bread is made from quality dough!

The types of grain we use -> the way we mix the flour -> and even the water
Our attention to detail is what makes it great -> what makes it great -> what makes it great -> ...or break!
(”Kyah!” “Newcomer!”)

Because of the climate, the flour made in our country
Doesn’t puff up as much as it does in other countries
But it has a crispy surface and soft insides
More than enough to become delicious with the right preparations!

We’ll fill everyone’s stomachs with our finest bread!

It’s hard to tell when the bread’s been properly baked!
You can’t wait too much, or too little; a staring match with the oven!

Keep looking -> keep looking -> keep looking -> ...and it’s charred!

He’s got a bad mouth, but his skills speak for him
He looks kinda scary too, but... “Just leave me be!”
Located in the capital Paris, deliciousness is all but guaranteed!
Watch out for a sign with our boss’s “outie” belly button!

We’ll fill your stomach with our finest bread as well!

There were days when I chased after a shadow I could never meet, but I soon lost sight of them
Perhaps I am simply weary of growing older in my wounds...

If I hadn’t collapsed...
I would’ve continued my journey, even if I had to crawl on all fours...
Would it have been different if I had <something to encourage me when I lose heart>[a song to hum]?
What a cold-hearted woman I am, but...

Is it so wrong to wish for day to day <happiness>?
<Flowers>[Women] are meant to blossom after weathering <hardship>[the winter]
And even if this <story>[life] is not my own
I want to scatter in midst of the <smiles of the ones that love me, right by my side>[first rays of spring]...

No one who lives in the coming ages will know the name of the lady.

(“Bread! How about some bread! Madam, it’s just like your skin, crispy on the outs- I mean, very soft and tender!”
“Oh my~ I suppose I’ll have one, then.”
“Thank you for your patronage!”

“Hungry? Wanna fill up your stomach?”
“Geez, it’s too soon for bread.”
“Really?”
“Oh you.”)

(”All’s well ends well.”)

Translated by Defade.