Outfits - Infinity Nikki Database

The pristine moonlight accentuates the girl’s dance with even more flawless grace. She responds to the enchanting calls by spinning but hesitates when the violin plays. Is it true or illusion? Perhaps, not any more after tonight.

• Only clothing born from a dreamland can possess such colors, making one reluctant to wake up from their beautiful dreams.
• Things in dreams are gradually forgotten, but the imprint on people’s mind becomes clearer and clearer.

The lights adorn dream’s borders. As the clock dispels illusions, why does the violin’s tune intensify? Unable to grasp love’s true essence, her soul faces flames, transforming white feathers to ashes.

• Desire in red, confusion in black, intertwining to form a hidden side of love, making it all the more enchanting.
• The air is filled with an invigorating sense of beauty, much like the sudden brisk rhythm of poetry.

The enigmatic spell falls short in describing the mystery of love. The answer she seeks is in the eyes of her lover. Reflected in the eyes is neither the backdrop of the night sky with its myriad stars, nor the illusion adorned with feathers. There, only her silhouette resides.

• This outfit exudes a sense of fulfillment, as if one has discovered the secret to life…
• This outfit is like a captivating love poem, even though there are no words written on it.

The playful contrasting colors are like sparkling water on a hot summer day. Simply gazing upon them fills you with joy and vitality. The expert electrician never seems to tire, always brimming with energy as she brings light to everyone.

• Here’s to you, the legendary stylist who saved Florawish from the depths of despair!
• Fixing the wiring and restoring the lights in Florawish… impressive!

The dawn breaks through the veil of night, painting the sky with hues of hope. Under this eternal glow of sunlight, the shadows that linger over the continent will have nowhere to hide.

• Just as dawn conquers night, crush The Dark with might!
• After a long darkness, all living beings yearned for the dawn at that time.

Continuing its journey, guided by the fragrance of spring, the bubble witnesses the vibrant colors of life.

• Spring, the season of growth for everything. Embrace its warmth to gain insights into oneself and life.
• One can never pen too many verses in praise of spring.

The sailor, finally returning home with bountiful treasures, takes a moment to rest. Lean back on the deck, and bask in the sweet leisure brought by the sea breeze and sunlight.

• I once had a voyage where I could enjoy the sea breeze every day… I miss those days!
• Oh, let me enjoy a holiday like that. I really don’t want to go to work.

As a child, they stumbled upon a Pearl Wings perched on the windowsill, its wings shimmering like a tiny starry sky under the moonlight. Captivated by this tiny dreamscape, they grew up to become an entomologist.

• Pearl Wings are everywhere in Florawish, yet I’ve never closely observed them.
• What a dreamy color! It’s more crystal-clear than an ordinary Pearl Wings!

Wherever the Loong travels, mist vanishes, ice melts, and frost fractures into flowing streams. The frozen waterways turn into springs, following the Loong as it ascends into the heavens.

• When ice and snow melt into a river, it’s bound to be a breathtaking sight!
• The melting snow brings new life, marking the start of a new chapter.

To commemorate a delightful afternoon encounter with a Shirtcat, this special design was created!

• This outfit is so cute… Will the Shirtcats mistake me for one of their own?
• It’s certainly charming, but Bebe, you’re not seriously going to try it, are you?

Nestled among the lush foliage of the Millewish Tree, the tenderest leaves nurture the earliest whispers of Faewish Sprites. When the Aurosa blooms, these Faewish Sprites awaken from their slumber, spreading the divine power of wishes throughout the land once again.

• This is where we Faewish Sprites start as The Wishing One’s descendants. Pretty cool, right?
• Super cool! Only The Wishing One can create such lovely Faewish Sprites!

In the shadow of the Grand Millewish Tree, the Aurosa, struggling to bloom, seems to be murmuring in suppressed tones, whispering tales of the sinister plots that lurk in the shadows.

• Whatever the conspiracy, it will be shattered by my sword!
• Giroda, you saved everyone and Wishfield! We’re all proud of you!

Before the dawn broke, unprecedented darkness enveloped the world, where gods and mortals alike sang a sorrowful ode to courage. Amidst that eternal night, are the radiant Aurosa blooms also weeping for someone?

• I know! This was Grandpa’s time, the time he battled for Wishfield!
• Giroda, I’ve always seen you as a hero with noble traits.

The statue of The Wishing One, holding the Aurosa Scepter, has been officially unveiled as the reconstruction nears completion. People gather before the statue, making heartfelt wishes, hoping that Florawish will remain peaceful and serene forever.

• They say that when the statue of The Wishing One was completed, the flowers in the Aurosa Valley quietly bloomed.
• Even if blooming Aurosa only exists in legends, the wishes people make are still heartfelt and genuine.

Invited by the Bowtie Cat, I come to an afternoon salon where time seems to slow down. With the company of red tea, sweet cakes, dear friends, and the Bowtie Cat, the hustle and bustle of the outside world fade into the background.

• After I’m done with these files, I’ll head to the salon. Well, so many words…
• The blue-and-white uniform looks graceful and fluffy like a cloud cake.

As Lavenfringes bloom, and one by one, adorable Florist Sheep stroll leisurely among the flowers, the people of Prosperville finally start a vibrant new life.

• Lavenfringe symbolizes simple, honest happiness. It’s perfect for Stoneville.
• If the Lavenfringe hadn’t been successfully grown, the newcomers might not have recovered so quickly.

The joyful waltz at the Bibcoon’s Chuckle Club is all the rage. It’s said that the music draws inspiration from the songs of the Cadenceborn, while the dance steps mimic the playful spins of Bibcoons with their yarn balls.

• Look at those Bibcoons. They seem to know just how cute they are!
• Although my body can’t fit through the club door, my poems and inspiration can.

In her autobiography, she recalls being immersed in a splendid dream. In this dream, spotlights hailed her as the sole protagonist. She was fully aware it was merely a captivating illusion, yet the allure of the dream was irresistibly sweet, trapping her as she roamed within, reluctant to awaken.

• Even though dreams are filled with endless beauty and happiness… they remain separate from reality.
• We all know that beautiful dreams are fleeting, and those who fall into dreams will eventually awaken.

She understood that not everyone is the protagonist of the story; supporting roles are equally important. Like the dazzling lights in the night sky, they originate not only from the radiant big stars but also from countless twinkling small stars. Whether bright or dim, together they form this magnificent starry sky.

• Being a supporting character isn’t a problem. Every actor has their place on stage.
• I saw the designer’s performance a long time ago. Even as a supporting character, she shone brilliantly.

From standing at the edge of the stage to stepping into its center, she devoted a full decade. When myriad lights finally converged solely upon her, she had already become the unrivaled protagonist.

• Did the designer receive a lifetime achievement award? That’s quite an accomplishment.
• True gold doesn’t remain in obscurity; it seizes every chance to shine.

Deep within the vast expanse of the forest, a lingering sigh echoes—as promises shatter and gods fade into memory, only the gentle whispers of new life comfort the land once bathed in the moonlight’s glow.

• In their silence, the plants retell the forgotten past over and over.
• The lingering notes at the end carry the prelude of all things.

Long after, amidst the embers of war, the reigning Wish Master stepped into the long-forgotten sanctuary. From that moment on, the power of wishes and promises intertwined. Once, people relied solely on their strength to achieve their desires; now, he too was determined to fulfill his promises through unwavering efforts.

• It’s a turning point to remember, after which the Wishing Woods embrace a new era.
• History will remember his promise. The Faewish Sprite will, and so will my poetry.

Embarking anew with the dawn’s glow, may this journey stretches on, for there lies a tapestry of vibrant landscapes beyond, waiting for us to discover together!

• When we embark on the journey, we’re ready to head forward without looking back!
• We Cadenceborns yearn for the scenery far away.

During the agreed-upon reunion in the flourishing era, an unparalleled ball awaits. All creatures hold invitations, awaiting dance partners, exploring steps, finding their places. Before the music plays, everything is unknown.

• According to Guild records, this outfit was once lost in another world, but eventually found its way back to Miraland.
• The promise of reunion is the world’s glimmer of hope.

The lonely girl finds no one to confide in. As butterflies flutter all around, a gentle breeze caresses her dress. The breeze travels across vast seas, eventually transforming into a storm that shatters everything at the end of its journey.

• Beneath that striking red lies a sorrow that lingers. It’s a tale of tragic loss.
• A butterfly’s wings can stir up a storm. Is it a miracle, or just nature’s harsh reality?

Over those long years, a dense forest grew on the desolate island, and the frail figure with wings on her back fell into slumber within the sea of green blanketing the sky. Occasionally, the wind swept through the forest, echoing the flutter of wings.

• Legend has it that after making that promise, the girl stayed alone on the floating island.
• Many ballads tell of how she was left with only endless loneliness by her side.

Countless days and nights have passed, and the story of the butterfly and the desolate island has long been lost. Even the witnesses from that time are now in their twilight years. As the Queen prepares to close her eyes for the final time, the familiar dream seems to unfold in front of her once again.

• I remember a poem about the wondrous sight of butterflies soaring above the city.
• It’s said that on that day, the sky was filled with butterflies. What a romantic sight… It’s hard to tell if it’s poetry or history.

The grand stage has drawn to a close, so now step gracefully into the forest, where listeners still await a serenade under the moonlight.

• If I follow the notes on the dress, can I play a beautiful melody too?
• Maybe I can create a poem based on these notes, just like writing lyrics.

As the old sailor recounts his encounters with her, his face betrays a hint of sadness mingled with nostalgia. It was the dawn of their tale, when he was but a novice sailor, often swaying unsteadily on the rocking deck, legs trembling beneath him.

• It reminds me of my younger days. Oh, back then…
• Memories that touch the heart become hazier over time.

“For any sailor with dreams of conquering the ocean depths, that treasure holds the key.” The old sailor reminisces, his voice filled with the captain’s fiery encouragement. “Grab your weapons, pack your rations, and fuel your resolve, young ones. Set sail and uncover that hidden treasure!”

• The start of a classic adventure! It’s a serious challenge for green sailors.
• I’m always fascinated by stories of young souls venturing into the unknown.

As the raging storm shattered ships and summoned the specter of death upon the waves, this sailor defied the odds and returned home a living legend. But he declared that he would leave the deck behind, swearing never to embark on another journey far from shore.

• Closing the book on a legendary life—what an epic hero’s tale!
• That’s impressive! Perhaps one day I’ll see a novel about him in a newsstand!

The author’s mind is forever etched with the memory of her childhood wanderings in the forest: the gnawing hunger after getting lost, the terror of stumbling upon the thieves’ hideout, the heaviness in her legs during her escape… But those are the parts beyond the fairy tale.

• So the writer has such an experience… Was the Flower Sprite inspired by the writer herself?
• Drawing from real life, this story brims with touching details.

As she recalled the moment when she finally broke free from the forest’s grasp, the author’s furrowed brow smoothed out. The warmth of those cherished memories enveloped her, and the very first sunrise after her narrow escape was deeply etched in her memory.

• Mom told me this story when I was little, and now I’ll share it with Jean and Ruby.
• I once met this writer. At the peak of her career, she quit to travel around the world.

The author recounted the final chapter of the story: The unexpected blaze that ravaged the land forced the Flower Sprite to confront the devastating hand of fate for the very first time. In the end, amidst the ashes, hope sprung anew as the restored homeland flourished, with creatures cheering her on and blossoms crowning her in glory.

• This story happened after the Flower Sprite returned. She protected her home!
• This fairy tale wraps up here. It’s one of my favorite endings.

The chirping of insects at night chased away slumber, as the twinkling stars beckoned her on a quest. A faint fragrance wafted through the darkness, deeply captivating the girl’s heart.

• If I catch this sweet scent at night, I’d surely head out to track it down.
• Me too. I guess there’s a huge flower field beyond the mountains.

Her brush gently caressed the canvas, sketching a mystical sea of stars. In her solo dance within the dream, she imagined the vibrant splendor of unknown worlds, her thoughts flying alongside shooting stars across the boundless sky.

• I once dreamed of becoming a painter, though Bebe called me a “dreamer”…
• When I gaze at the stars, I imagine them guiding me through unexplored worlds.

“The girl reminisces about her homeland,” as depicted in the prologue of The Daughter of Ice. She cherishes the memories of her own world, reliving the frigid nights of her homeland. Even though the winds howled and snow raged that night, it remains one of her most treasured memories.

• Only after leaving home, I find it with me in every way.
• If I leave Florawish one day, will I miss home like her?

In the second volume of The Daughter of Ice, the girl bids farewell to her homeland and embarks on a long journey. She travels far and wide, ultimately reaching a city-state where spring’s sunshine embraces the land with an eternal warmth. Every step of hers on the foreign land is a testament to her adventurous spirit and anticipation.

• Florawish stays vibrant all years round! It has scenery akin to that in the book.
• Facing a place distinct from her hometown, how would the girl feel?

Flipping through the pages, the collection of poems introduces a new chapter. The girl, now saturated with the sweetness of spring’s embrace, finds her yearning for warmth intensifying. Her eyes gleam with a fiery passion that refuses to dim, a testament to her unyielding desire for more.

• This is the last chapter. Guess what ending awaits the girl?
• When I read my favorite stories, I get thrilled for every new chapter too!

As starlight fills the night, friends gather around the birthday girl, their laughter melting into golden ripples under the candlelight, spreading warmth to every corner.

• A birthday is fun, and friends make it more fun!
• The genuine friendships gained on this journey are treasures beyond measure.

Soar into the dazzling sky and dance alongside the fireworks! Leave behind yesterday’s sorrows, for tonight, joy will be in the spotlight. Unwavering courage will cast out the darkness, and the future will blossom in radiant sunlight.

• The battle between righteousness and wickedness may have reached its finale, yet fireworks, shall forever illuminate the world!
• How wonderful! It’s always refreshing to hear stories of courage and hope.

Amid winter’s embrace in a far-off land, snow gently covers the blossoms on the whitened branch, creating a tranquil harmony.

• It feels to me like… well, an undelivered poem?
• A outfit themed around a unique flower. Must be dedicated to someone special.

When using a certain design tool of the Starhail Federation, gray and white squares mean transparency. Ever feel tongue-tied? Slip into this “Invisible Person” outfit and maybe you’ll find the courage to introduce yourself.

• Not being seen allows for better expression of one’s thoughts. This is a reflection of the designer’s mindset.
• A sentiment often felt, but rarely voiced. A common yet relatable theme…

A young girl, who had traveled across vast oceans, bid farewell to her friends in a foreign land and embarked on the journey back alone. As the ship sailed away, the once-familiar faces gradually shrank into mere specks on the horizon, flooding her mind with memories.

• Had I gone to study abroad, would my vibe be different now?
• You’ve already changed a lot since graduating from the Cicia Art Academy.

Leaning against the sleepless dawn, I raise my head to watch crimson fireworks bloom across the sky. With a soothing flute melody, I let the notes weave through the thousands of lights, winding their way through the familiar alleys I know so well.

• I’ve heard that the New Bloom Festival is really fun. If I ever get the chance, I must go to Linlang with Bebe to see it!
• When the time comes, we’ll be shopping in outfits just like these. Wow, just thinking about it makes me excited!

With resolve and honor, the Floofs stood behind her in a perfect line. The tranquil, enchanting Isles captured her gaze, and she swore to become an unwavering light, glowing day and night while guarding the midnight hours.

• I really want to take some cool photos of the Floof Guards, all lined up so neatly!
• Ah, it’s the story of my idol, Ms. Safira. I knew it as soon as I heard it!

The mask and smoke herald the arrival of a mysterious figure, who will come before the moon rises to claim the hidden treasure of the island. With a steady and eager heart, accept this invitation letter.

• After hearing the story of the legendary mysterious stranger, I can totally see why she’s a friend of Ms. Safira!
• Making the mysterious stranger your idol is no excuse for making mistakes!

“What lurks deep within the Well of Fortune? Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit… A pink, round wanderer, bubbling with charm? Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit…” No Croaker knows when this melody first echoed through the Well of Fortune.

• I love this tune! Let me note it down…
• This catchy song sounds great for children!