Sunday (HSR)

THERE IS A WORLD IN WHICH I
AM NOT THIS, AM NOT THIS IMPER-
FECTION, THIS RUMINATION. THERE
IS A HEAVEN I AM NOT CONVINCED OF,
THAT I CANNOT REACH EVEN THOUGH
I UNWITTINGLY BLEEDINGLY TRY.

THERE IS A WORLD IN WHICH I AM SOFT.
THERE IS A WORLD IN WHICH I AM
AN ANGEL; REVERENCE. AN ANGEL;
WORSHIPPED BUT NOT LOVED,
IN ALL PRACTICALITY. I AM REALISTIC.

THERE IS A WORLD IN WHICH
I CANNOT BE TOUCHED. THERE IS A WORLD IN
WHICH I AM AN ANGEL; REMOVED.

Exkirion · September, 2024
I really don't get what people see in this character.
His design is not bad but he was such a poorly written shoehorn in of a villain for an arc that was basically the exact copy-paste of the infinite tsukoyomi plot from Naruto.
His whole shtick made no sense and hoyo knew it which is why they tried to hide it with so much word salad by the end.

Ahab the Whale Hunter · October, 2024
Lowkey pull for sunday if you want king yuan to do 500k

"00:00█Because the stars belong to everyone, they have never belonged to anyone. If you love everyone, then you love no one."

The Charmony Festival is an important event held by The Family, meant to spread joy and harmony across the cosmos in celebration of Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony. During the Charmony Festival, one of the Harmonic Strings is summoned through the Harmony of Praise, where the people pray for a common dream and vision. With the arrival of the usual Embodiment of Harmony, Dominicus the Harmonious Choir, the people's prayers are answered and supreme bliss is granted. The role of Chordmaster was originally tasked to Robin for the first year of 2158 AE's Charmony Festival.
Using the Harmonious Choir as a foundation, the power of Order and Harmony intertwine to form the shell of an egg, within which the newborn god slumbers. The metaphysical embryo mumbles the olden dreams of childhood as the fetal movement of Paths throbs in the long night, futilely resisting the rising dawn.

*The corners of this notebook have turned yellow, and most of the content has been stained by rust-like stains, rendering it illegible.*

...

1:1 In the aftermath of the Dusk Wars, darkness shrouded the heavens, and chaos engulfed the earth.
1:2 Then, Ena rent the veil of nothingness, and the radiance of thoughts illuminated the realm of matter.
1:3 However, mortals remained unaware of the materialized illusion that surrounded them.
1:4 Thus emerged Ena the Order, destined to bring and retain all existence into the known.
1:5 THEY set the tune for all of existence, regarded time and space as a score, and laid down the laws in equal temperament.
1:6 The real was separated from the imagined, and so it was done.
1:7 And thus, all beings were categorized into reality and illusion. That marked the first day.

1:8 THEY bestowed upon all beings "truth." All beings beseeched Ena, praising THEM, the magnificent Aeon of divine power.
1:9 "Your divine blessing has granted us knowledge that we are born as human, and that all humans experience life and death, and shall face the end. Yet, we do not comprehend the workings of the mortal world."
1:10 In response, THEY gathered nebulae and forged them into strings, creating a grand piano with wide white and narrow black keys.
1:11 THEY struck the wide white keys, and the sun rose. THEY struck the narrow black keys, and the moon rose.
1:12 Thirty and one days passed thus in cycles as one phrase, a caesura observed after three phrases, and the striking recurred according to this intonation for four more equal times.
1:13 Henceforth, the universe knew the rhythm of days and nights, seasons and years. And so it was done.
1:14 That marked the second day.

1:15 THEY bestowed upon all beings "calendar." Once again, all the beings beseeched Ena, praising THEM, the magnificent Aeon of divine power.
1:16 "Your divine boon has granted us knowledge, revealing to us the disciples of all things, the existence of days and nights, and the four seasons, yet we lack the means to recognize one another."
1:17 In response, THEY plucked streams of stars into inked nibs, creating symbols for pronunciation and counting.
1:18 As THEIR brush rose, humans saw the silhouettes of reality. As THEIR brush fell, humans felt the illusion of thought.
1:19 The form and the idea were intertwined, and limitless meanings were born from finite elements.
1:20 All beings gained their unique symbols. And so it was done.
1:21 That marked the third day.

1:22 THEY bestowed upon all beings the gift of "language." Once again, all the beings beseeched Ena, praising THEM, the magnificent Aeon with divine power.
1:23 "Your divine boon has granted us the ability to use tongues to produce words, to know that language has shape and meaning, yet we lack the discernment to distinguish pros and cons."
1:24 In response, THEY molded stardust into flowing rivers, assigning the righteous to the upstream and the wicked and traitorous to the downstream.
1:25 And THEY built a dam amidst the currents, preventing filth and mud from flowing backward.
1:26 Thus, all beings gained the ability to discern good from evil. And so it was done.
1:27 That marked the fourth day.

1:28 THEY bestowed upon all beings the gift of "values." Once again, all the beings beseeched Ena, praising THEM, the magnificent Aeon with divine power.
1:29 "Your divine boon has granted us the capacity to tell right and wrong with our eyes, that some things are clear while some are muddled in morals, yet we lack the capacity to solve such concerns."
1:30 In response, THEY picked up nebulae to lay out the laws, forging a codex of conduct with the masses before their eyes.
1:31 Life and freedom of the masses were certainly the most precious of all values, and all transgressors were to be sentenced according to the law. Honor and property of the masses were deemed most appropriate, and those who upheld them were to be duly rewarded.
1:32 This law was unquestionable by mortal beings, and all lives of flesh and bone were to forever remember it.
1:33 And so it was done. That marked the fifth day.

1:34 THEY bestowed upon all beings the gift of "rules." Once again, all the beings beseeched Ena, praising THEM, the magnificent Aeon with divine power.
1:35 "Your divine boon has granted us the power to assess justice with our hearts, to know that good deeds are to be rewarded and harmful feats are to be repaid, yet we struggle to understand the purpose behind our lives."
1:36 In response, THEY crafted melodies using star clusters, used the grand piano with wide white keys and narrow black keys as the instrument, used the symbols for pronunciation and counting as the musical notes, employed the river that only flew downwards as the rhythm, and deployed the codices that laid out laws as the musical style.
1:37 Thus, harmony of all things were expressed through time and space, as all mortals found their unique place within this universe. 1:38 And so it was done. That marked the sixth day.

2:1 THEY bestowed upon all beings the gift of "meaning." All had been brought into existence. And then, THEY rested from all THEIR creative work.
2:2 However, once again, all the beings beseeched Ena, praising THEM, the magnificent Aeon with divine power, but with a tone of curse.
2:3 "With Order, you have defined all things in the Cosmos, yet this only made us realize that we are mere puppets within your grasp."
2:4 Thus, on that day, all beings united and cast the Aeon into the pit of destruction.
2:5 And so it was done. That marked the seventh day.
2:6 All humans rejoiced in a resounding ruckus, and the stars joined them in unison in that moment.

...

Robin: This is... definitely my big brother's handwriting, it should be one of his belongings. But this scripture... The Odes of Harmony has nothing like this recorded in it.
Robin: And... this red residue. So he really...

Robin: When we reunited at Dreamflux Reef, I had an ominous feeling. That maybe, our paths would not cross again...

???: The victor bears the responsibility of victory. Finish me... and fly into the sky.

Robin: "Heaven's will"... Heh-heh, who said it wasn't.
Robin: All of us — you, me, my brother, all of us — we obviously have nothing but kind intentions, to do the best we can in all we do, and to give it our all... but our countless kind acts only end up in tragedy.
Robin: This world... is really not very beautiful at all.

"12:00█I shall ascend to the heavens, becoming the scorching sun. Bathed in my light, my people shall flourish, while all evil shall be eradicated."

The following effects only work on characters of the Path of Preservation.
Inspire · Superimposition 5
Increases the wearer's DEF by 32%. For every on-field character that has a Shield, the DMG dealt by the wearer increases by 8%.

Just before the last words drop, a faded card falls out from between the journal's folds.

Robin: Heh-heh, I never thought... he'd still have this...
Robin: ...
Robin: It's been so many years...
Robin: He... must be really lonely...

Her face flushes red, and with a less-than-perfect smile, she excuses herself and leaves in a fluster with a bowed head.

(Obtain

Lost Crystal ×2,

Program List,

"Hope Is the Thing With Feathers (Overture)", and

Credit ×5000)

Sunday: Let's wait here for the Dreammaster to arrive.
Robin: Okay. By the way, brother, I heard you no longer have a sweet tooth. Back when we were kids, you used to steal my desserts...
Robin: Seems like a lot has changed during my absence. What exactly happened?

His beliefs are likely the result of the Dreammaster indoctrinating him into following the Order from a young age, as Robin notes the scripture in his diary are not things she was taught.

Sunday: Do you remember how we took in that little Charmony Dove when we were young?
Robin: Yeah, we took care of it — provided food and water, and groomed its feathers. And later... when I decided to leave Penacony, I opened the cage and set it free.
Sunday: Well, I didn't mention what happened to it in my letters, because I didn't want to upset you.
Sunday: Shortly after you left, it crashed to its death right in front of your window.

0 system hours until Charmony Festival - Golden Hour
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Sunday: "When I appeared as a child, my speech, mindset, and soul reflected immaturity and innocence."
Sunday: "As I grew into adulthood, I left behind my childlike side."
...

Robin: ...I had surmised as much. I knew you wouldn't have avoided mentioning the bird for no reason.

About Sunday: My brother seems to believe that he should shoulder more responsibilities. He always listens carefully to my problems, but hardly ever confides in me... Perhaps in his eyes, I'm still his kid sister.

In the movie the main characters are living in an enchanted world of love, joy and freedom, but in fact, they are not free. The world is dismal and lacking the freedom that they pretend to enjoy. As Jakubisko is quoted as saying: "Foolish games and death are cruel. Maybe too cruel. When I shot my fiction in 1968 there were people lying on the sidewalks. They didn’t have to fake death."

Sunday: If you are born weak,
Sunday: which god should you turn to for solace?

Robin: Ena's Dream... is too cruel for him, and everyone else.
Sunday: Well, someone has to stay awake even in this sweet dream.

Alien Dream: Cannot take action within a certain number of turns (2 Turns) and regenerates minor amounts of HP (35% Max HP) at the start of every turn. When this unit is attacked, greatly increase the DMG it takes (50%). Getting attacked dispels the Alien Dream state.

Robin: I woke up for the same reason as all of you. In the dream, I experienced something that could never occur in reality...

Sunday: Meeting you has been a great help to me, and I'm glad to have discovered this side of myself. I also feel grateful for the opportunity to tell you this in person...
Sunday: ...
Sunday: I truly dislike you.
Wonweek: What? Are you sure you didn't mean the opposite?
Sunday: I must admit, many of your qualities strike a chord with me. There are times when I want to joke around, freely express my thoughts, or openly share my dislike of a person...
Sunday: Or my fondness. I want to tell her that I love all her songs.
Wonweek: Then go for it, Sunny. You always talk about locking the bird in the cage, but you're the one who's trapped.

Sunday: I didn't expect to see you here, Miss Robin.
Robin: It's nice to meet you, Miss. May I know your name?

Robin: ...The illusion was so impossibly blissful that I realized it was just a dream.

Black Swan: Let me break the bad news first. The enemy we're up against isn't just Sunday anymore, nor is it the Harmonious Choir that he's usurped.
Black Swan: The Path of Order is gradually being restored, and this... has transformed Sunday into Ena.

Robin: Am I... awake?
Sunday: Sorry, Robin, it's just you... I did not wish for you to know this. It's a pity that things have turned out this way.
Robin: My brother...
Sparkle: Your brother doesn't exist anymore. As of now, you'd better call THEM... Ena.

THIS IS NOT A MANIFESTO:
IT IS A SONG. I AM TWO STEP
AWAY FROM THE LEDGE, A STAR
SAT PATIENTLY, SIPHONING HYDROGEN
FROM THE ATMOSPHERE. YOU SHOULD NOT
EMULATE ME. I AM NOTHING, HARDLY
ANYONE AT ALL. I AM JUST
A LITTLE BOY
HIDING BEHIND
HIS MOTHER'S SKIRT
WATCHING THE SKY
FALL

Wonweek: Hmph, so you can do whatever you want as many times as you want, but I can't?
Wonweek: I don't want to live with regret for the rest of my life either.

Sunday: While I was in the Gallery of Thoughts, at the entrance of the dream, I chose to completely sever the halo from myself.
Welt: Why?
Sunday: I am a fugitive, after all. I must remove any chance of being detected by The Family.
Sunday: Another reason is to feel pain...

Sunday: ...
Robin: ...
Robin: You still couldn't bear to say goodbye in the end?

Wonweek: "Be kind to birds."
Sunday: Looks like some rules weren't distorted. That's a word-for-word account of what I said back then.
Wonweek: Did you make this rule because your sister is named Robin?
Sunday: No, it was for Mr. Gopher Wood. He used to stop by the park to people-watch and appreciate the vibrancy of life. This was his way of recharging whenever things wore him out.
Sunday: I wanted him to rest undisturbed.

Sunday: I was a child when I first visited the Grand Theater. I remember seeing the light behind the curtains from here and believing it to be the Morning Star guiding me toward the Land of the Dreams.
Sunday: When I returned here many years later as the head of the Oak Family, I finally learned that the light was actually a Stellaron.

The Harmonic Cancer, the Stellaron.

I CANNOT BE FORGIVEN. IF HELL EXISTS I AM THERE; AND IF NOT I WILL FORGE MY OWN.