偶の然りか、必の然りか。無限、有限、夢幻に巡れ。――メラの持つ宝珠の輝きが“力”の継承の成功を告げた。

「お師匠様、ごめんなさい…。あたしたち、負けないから…」

朦朧とした彼女が口走る。力を得た瞬間何やら不吉な未来を見たのだろう。だが聞きはしない、ワシの想いが伝わっただけで満たされた。メラよ進め。未来へ。
（アンブロシア『時空操術記』雑記）

Be it chance or be it fate? Be you chased by dreams both infinite and finite... The radiance of Mira's jeweled orb heralds the succession of the Gift. In a trance, she mumbles, "I'm sorry, Master. We just can't afford to lose..." Upon receiving this power, she likely witnessed a vision of some ominous future; but I won't ask her about it. I am content with having impressed my feelings upon her. Keep going, Mira. Onward, into the future. Whatever it may be. (From "The Space-Time Chronicles", notes penned by Ambrosia)