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A what-if had come to mind. What if this place of memories—of worlds and peoples gone—could<br>be used to craft something new?<br><br>She’d pulled shards of Arcaea together, and wished them bound, and with effort and will Charon<br>had taken shape.<br><br>"..."<br><br>But nothing was ever said by Charon. Nothing was ever done.<br><br>Nonetheless, it has remained with her like a moon ought remain with its mother planet.<br><br>...So she does not need the old world.<br><br>Charon is the true reflection: of how little that world ever meant.}}
A what-if had come to mind. What if this place of memories—of worlds and peoples gone—could<br>be used to craft something new?<br><br>She’d pulled shards of Arcaea together, and wished them bound, and with effort and will Charon<br>had taken shape.<br><br>"..."<br><br>But nothing was ever said by Charon. Nothing was ever done.<br><br>Nonetheless, it has remained with her like a moon ought remain with its mother planet.<br><br>...So she does not need the old world.<br><br>Charon is the true reflection: of how little that world ever meant.}}
=== 9-4 ===
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她在黑暗中继续前行。一路上,她静静地前行,身旁的伙伴更是静悄悄地。<br>这一次,她的思绪又开始四处飘荡……<br><br>那个萦绕许久的想法又再次回来了……<br><br>这一切都是某一位“神明”设计好的。<br><br>不管幕后主使是谁,称他为“神明”都不为过。<br><br>如先前所说,这就是她前进的动力:她一心要找到这位“神明”。
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“通常情况下,这叫做‘智能设计’……”少女道出了她从这里的“记忆”中学到的东西,<br>“然而,这……”她继续说道,声音却越来越小。<br><br>她看着前方。<br><br>世界的扭曲已变得难以理解。横向的变为斜向,水平的上下翻转。<br>为了移动,她向着自己想前进的方向跨出一步,但一个不小心,就可能会漂浮或跌倒。<br><br>似乎在造物主缺席的時候,世界更愿意按自己的心意改变形态。<br>结果就是,少女在一个立体的空间里迈出奇特的步伐,行走在无形的“地面”上,疲惫不已。<br><br>事实就是这样,其实她已经注意到了这个事实。<br><br>……她凝视着头顶上方的空间。<br><br>“……说这个世界是从情绪中产生的似乎更为准确。”<br><br>这是唯一能让这个看似“毫无意义”的世界具有意义的解释。
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虽然在这个雪白的世界之中,从天空中射下的光芒看起来就像是来自天堂的圣光,<br>但是这里其实也是有太阳的。在这里,太阳隐藏在黑暗中,光线微弱,毫不起眼。<br>也许…它的光芒被Arcaea“无尽”的白昼吞噬了?<br><br>“……不过,这白昼最近刚刚结束,”她喃喃自语着,目光重新看向前方。云朵消失了。<br>群星,一如往常,闪闪发光。<br><br>几个小时,又或许是几天前,漩涡开始撕裂虚无中的现实,像是急着要取代那些过去的云朵,<br>成为新的奇景似的……<br><br>黯淡的太阳和不完整的世界都是很好的证明。此外,那些漩涡还有云朵更是明显的迹象。<br>整个空间都在描绘同一种现象。<br><br>就连那个雪白的世界也一样,“它”不时地也会显现自身。<br>它曾在这里出现过,每个角落也都有过它的踪迹。“它”会现身,并干扰着一切存在。<br><br>一言以蔽之,它就是“异象(anomalies)”。
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她在白色世界里遭遇过几次,还有,当少女周围还有窗户的时候,她在废墟中看到过更多。<br>这些对现在的她来说已经习以为常。不过,那些事件让一切变得古怪又破败不堪。<br><br>这个空间就是这些情况的集合,据她所知,它们的出现不带有任何意图。<br>据她所知,它们只是一种“征兆”。<br><br>因此,她开始怀疑,创造这个世界的“神明” ……
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“……”<br><br>她在一个黑色的漩涡前停下了脚步。承载着记忆的玻璃朝它的中心流去,<br>只有几个碎片仍留在这个空间之中,慢慢朝着同一个方向滑落、变薄,并分裂。<br><br>真正的边缘绝对就在附近。<br><br>她抬起手……<br><br>在她苏醒时,她的脑海中并没有既定的思考方式,没有记忆,也没有被灌输的想法。<br>她只保留了自己的个性,以及对这个世界的粗浅知识……<br><br>……这让她感到很难受。
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虽然她想过许多,也说过许多……<br><br>她依然觉得,Arcaea这个虚拟而又破碎的世界,不可能没有存在的意义。<br><br>这个世界的一点一滴都有意义。意义俯拾即是。<br><br>关于记忆的意义。关于建筑的意义。关于玻璃的意义。<br><br>关于少女的意义……<br><br>为什么会这样?
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“……卡戎.”<br><br>她向自己精心制作的卫星叫唤着,它无动于衷,但她依然继续说下去。<br><br>“你还是不能自己思考……?可你会跟着我……你是觉得我是你的主人吗?卡戎。”<br><br>她又叫了一遍它的名字。它头上的眼睛闪闪发光。<br><br>“你是在这个世界诞生的,而我也一样。考虑到这点,我想我注意到了一些事情。”<br><br>她边说边随意地把胳膊插进了面前的螺旋。<br><br>……她的肢体化为玻璃的丝线,而卡戎在一旁目睹这一切。<br><br>“……怎么样?你觉得这是某种把戏吗,卡戎?<br>还是说我们其实是一样的?你身体里没有血液,我又有什么?”
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她的身体开始瓦解。<br><br>……她拥有一颗会跳动的心脏。<br><br>她有思想。她是真实的。<br><br>那她为什么出现在这里?其他人在这里的原因又是为什么?<br><br>……也许血液确实在她的静脉里流动着,但现在她什么都看不见了。<br><br>她的“身体”与她在“记忆”中见过的任何一具都不一样。<br><br>她曾经的四肢,曾经的躯干,现在已化作银色的细线……<br><br>……她终于确认了:这身体,是虚构出来的。<br><br>“……!?”
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卡戎突然从旁边撞了她一下,吓了她一大跳。这一撞使她清醒许多,也回到了现实。<br>在这一瞬间,所有的丝线重新连结在一起。她的身体突然恢复了原状……<br><br>她愣愣地看着自己空空如也的掌心。接着她看向卡戎,尽管它一如往常地一语不发。<br><br>……她挺直了自己的肩膀。<br><br>……无论如何,她还是它的主人。<br><br>她看着自己发着愣的仆人,开口问道……<br><br>“……走吧。不想去看看终点会有什么风景吗?”}}
“它”,是“现在”。<br><br>如果是“记忆”的话,那这和她自苏醒以来所见过的所有记
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She has continued on into the dark: quiet, and with a quiet partner. Once more, her thoughts drift<br>here and there...<br><br>That persistent idea returns...<br><br>That there is a god who designed all of this.<br><br>At least, it would only be accurate to call whoever was responsible a god.<br><br>As said, that is why she walks: to find this god.
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"It is called ‘intelligent design’... typically," the girl says, speaking from what she’s learned through<br>the memories archived here. "However, this..." she continues before trailing off.<br><br>And she looks out ahead of herself.<br><br>The world’s distortions have become unfathomable. Lateral has become diagonal, the horizontal<br>reversed. To move, she walks where she wants to walk—and without concentration, she might float<br>or fall.<br>It seems, absent the creator, the world has decided to shape itself to her wants instead, resulting<br>in invisible steps on an invisible earth and tiring traipses through solid space.<br><br>And so there it is: that fact she already noted.<br><br>...She gazes above.<br><br>"...It would be better to say this world was born out of emotion."<br><br>It is the only way to make sense of a world so senselessly created.
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There is a sun here, although in the world of white the light of the sky seemed to come instead from<br>Heaven itself. Here, hiding in the dark, the sun shines weakly, forgotten. Or... has its light<br>simply been taken away by Arcaea’s endless day?<br><br>"...Though it ended, recently," she mutters to herself, dropping her gaze to what’s before her<br>instead. There are no clouds anymore. Starlight, as ever, is plentiful.<br><br>Since hours, or perhaps days ago, vortices have begun to tear away at reality in the Void, as if<br>to take the place of those old clouds as a new and strange thing to see...<br><br>The lost sun and unfinished world are greatly indicative; the vortices too, of course, and <br>ertainly the clouds. The entire space here is telling.<br><br>Back in the world of white, as well: every so often "it" would manifest. What was here, and<br>everywhere: "it" would manifest, and disturb existence.<br><br>In a word: "anomalies".
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She’d met with a few in the world of white, and when there were still windows around the girl, she<br>had seen even more throughout the ruins. They were instances of what has now become<br>commonplace for her, turning things queer and wreaking senseless havoc.<br><br>This space was a concentration of those instances, and as far as she could tell, there was never any<br>intent in their appearances. As far as she could tell, all they were was a symptom.<br><br>She suspects, therefore, that the god who made this world...
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"..."<br><br>She stops before a vortex of black. Glass memory flows into it—the few shards of them left in this<br>place, slipping through and thinning, splitting.<br><br>The true edge is most definitely near.<br><br>She lifts her hand...<br><br>When she awakened with no preconceived notions, no memories, no instilled ideas and only,<br>instead, her personality and simple knowledge of the world itself...<br><br>...it had sickened her.----Despite everything she has since thought and said...<br><br>She imagined that there couldn’t possibly be any way the mock and scattered world of Arcaea had<br>no purpose.<br><br>It dripped with purpose. It was full of purpose.<br><br>Of memories. Of buildings. Of glass.<br><br>Of girls...<br><br>Why?
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"...Charon."<br><br>She addresses her crafted satellite. It shows no signs of noticing, and yet she continues.<br><br>"You still can’t think for yourself...? You follow me, though... Do you believe I am your master?<br>Charon."<br><br>She says its name again. The eyes in its head sparkle.<br><br>"You were born here, and so was I. In light of that, I believe I’ve noticed something."<br><br>So casually, she enters her arm into the spiral before her.<br><br>...And Charon watches as the limb turns into glass threads.<br><br>"...What do you think? Is this a trick, Charon? Or are we the same? There’s no blood in you.<br>Is there any in me?"
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Her body begins to unravel.<br><br>...She has a heart, and it beats.<br><br>She has thoughts. She is real.<br><br>Then why is she here? Why is anyone?<br><br>...There may be blood in her veins, but now she can’t see any of it.<br><br>Her "body" is unlike any she has seen in memory.<br><br>The silvery strands of her once-limb—of her once-chest, now...<br><br>...Confirmation at last: this flesh was invented.<br><br>"...!?"
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She jumps with shock as Charon strikes her side, knocking her back.<br>At once, the threads reconnect. Her body becomes whole...<br><br>She witnesses her empty palm. She glances at Charon, who, as ever, says nothing.<br><br>...But she sets her shoulders.<br><br>...She is the master, after all.<br><br>She looks at her staring servant, and asks...<br><br>"...Shall we go and see the end?"}}
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解锁条件:完成[[#9-4|9-4]],购入[[Esoteric Order]]曲包<br>解锁要求:采用[[拉格兰]]通过[[Aegleseeker]]
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什么时候发生的呢?<br><br>黑暗是什么时候消失的……什么时候变成这样的呢?<br><br>黑暗消失了。世界消失了。<br><br>在Arcaea之外,什么都不存在。<br><br>她动了动嘴唇,但没有空气能用来传播声音。<br><br>这里没有什么可以震动。所以也不存在声音。<br><br>她看到的是……一个模糊而奇怪的位面。<br><br>好像因为她看了之后才让这里变成这样的。<br><br>好像我不该看到这个似的。
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回去的念头在我的脑海中浮现,于是我思索了一番。<br>或许我刚到这里的时候就应该好好考虑这个选项了。那样的话,我可能还有机会回头。<br><br>但现在,我已经迷路了。<br><br>不对……<br><br>要是说“迷路”,首先得有“地方”和“路”不是吗?<br><br>上下左右之类的,常见的座标方向……<br><br>这些东西通通不存在。应该这样说:这些事物已经消失了好一阵子了,<br>只是我到现在才意识到而已……而且关于“我”这个主词,我相信也是不存在的。<br><br>你看,我的双手已经消失不见。我的双脚也已不复存在。我的双腿也完全不见踪影。<br>我的舌头该在的位置,现在空无一物。<br><br>也许现在的“我”所代表的,只有我的眼睛,和我脑中挥之不去的某些东西。
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所以,也就是说……<br><br>我有个新的发现,那就是在你失去了移动的能力和感官的体验之后,精神很快就会开始分崩离析。<br>我需要集中精神——很显然这个世界的神明还从未如此做过。<br><br>......<br><br>……嗯。<br><br>没错……在这里的现实是缺乏合理和完整性的,就像是没有蓝图的设计……仅凭模糊的印象。
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先有了土壤。再有了阳光。阳光消逝之后,繁星点缀着深邃的夜空。<br>而在那之后呢?谁知道呢。至少,知道的人不会是你。<br><br>真假的……<br><br>你。你想从这里得到什么?为什么带我来这里?为什么要隐瞒我曾经的一切?<br><br>我肯定“拥有”某种过去。不论那是什么,你都从我这里把它夺走了。<br><br>......
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我是跟其他人一样死去的吗?<br><br>我是跟那个深爱自己哥哥的少女一样死去的吗?还是跟那个红衣少女一样死去的?<br><br>也许你觉得我会为此感到害怕?<br><br>这样的事情……哈。<br><br>这样的事情对我而言又有什么意义呢?啊?<br><br>我被困在这座牢笼之中,这座专为满足你的观赏需求而打造的牢笼。<br>对我而言,有什么意义呢?一切都是为你而存在的,不是吗?<br>一个天堂……亦或是一种逃避?你是怎么做到的?这重要吗?<br><br>到底什么才是重要的?
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……我又开始烦躁了。<br><br>太荒谬了。<br><br>哈,我……现在真的明白了:她为什么讨厌这个世界。<br><br>任何了解这个世界的人都会想要看到它消失。<br><br>也许你认为你是我的救命恩人?你从来没有拯救过我。<br>就算你有……现在看起来,我也把一切搞砸了,是吧?这一切是为了什么?<br><br>我到底该如何是好?<br><br><br><br>卡戎...
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卡戎并不在这里,是吧?我的身体在这里吗?我想要——<br><br>让我……<br><br>让我消失吧……那为什么卡戎要“阻止”我?现在回想起来的话——<br><br>我是在回想吗?<br><br>我的眼睛还在这里吗?<br><br>我看不见。<br>我刚才在哪?<br>不,不,不。<br>不,不,我真的没办法回去了吗?<br>我没办法从这里逃出去吗?<br>我不能移动吗?<br>不,不会吧,我真的不能?
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如果我还有指甲的话,我说不定会把它们通通咬光。<br><br>你懂的……<br><br>虽然你可能是用一片指甲把我创造出来的……<br><br>我 不 是 一具空壳。<br><br>我能感受到这一切。我 不 想 要这样。<br><br>你能听到我的想法吗?<br><br>这里的一丝一毫我 都 不 想 要。----我想要 知 道 真相。<br><br>真 相 就是 这 样?<br><br>这里,一 无 所 有——<br><br>......<br><br>……知道了这一切都是虚无……<br><br>我可以感觉到某种不安的感觉在我的肚子里翻搅……肚子?肚子?而且……我的双手在哪里?<br><br>好吧……我早就失去它们了……<br><br>——
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你不能称“这个”为光明。<br><br>我很难用言语描述我现在所处环境。<br><br>我想,当我离开那个已经毁灭的世界并进入虚无时,我也迎来了黑暗。<br><br>但它又和普通意义上的黑暗不太一样。它不会使你亮得睁不开眼睛。它不是非黑即白那样的。<br><br>光明与黑暗。我在无数个世界里都见过这些东西,它们是最基本的元素。<br>光明和煦又温暖,而黑暗则代表恐惧和未知。<br><br>但,我还是期望着了解黑暗。<br><br>......----我隐隐察觉到了这一点,随后很快就明白了:这个世界是为了怯懦之人所造的避难所。<br><br>但那人不是我。<br><br>我不是创造这个避难所的那个懦夫。<br><br>因为如果是我的话,我会把一切做得更好……<br><br>卡戎过去……现在就证明了这一点。<br><br>我向黑暗前进是因为我想找到更好的真相,虽然真相和我一直认为的一样残忍又苦涩。<br><br>我身处这种状态太久了,已经失去了时间概念。<br><br>但每隔一段时间我就会再次看到它:<br><br>光明——真正的光明——就在远方。
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......<br><br>也许它一直在引导我。<br><br>我不会向任何人承认这一点。<br><br>毕竟向自己一直看不上的东西低头实在显得自己很失败。<br><br>不过,我可以清晰地感觉到,那股光亮在召唤着我。<br><br>那股来自旧世界的光正闪闪发亮,并且在呼唤我。<br><br>在那道光里,我能看见救赎……
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......<br><br>好吧。我会牵着你的手。
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当我再次靠近它时,我的指尖恢复了知觉。而且我发誓,我能看见自己的呼吸。<br><br>我想,我应该会“返回”了。<br><br>如果回去了,我相信我不会紧抓着真相不放。 <br><br>我不会忘记,但我也不会时刻惦记。<br><br>我相信着,不是吗?<br><br>我能比那位“神明”做得更出色。<br><br>但是,首先,我需要更多人的帮助。
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我不会简单地认为或嘴上说我会更出色。我会真正做到的。我一定会的。<br><br>不过说实话……逃到这里,没什么可骄傲的。<br><br>相反,这是报复。<br><br>我会改变这个世界,或者创造一个更好的世界。<br><br>你把这里搞得一塌糊涂,嘿,这不是反而让一切都变得可能了吗?<br><br>我认为是这样的。<br><br>不……<br><br>就是这样的。<br><br>——}}
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When did it happen?<br><br>When did the dark fall away... into this?<br><br>The dark fell away. The world fell away.<br><br>Outside of Arcaea, nothing exists.<br><br>She moves her lips, but no atmosphere carries her words.<br><br>Nothing is here to vibrate. Sound has gone.<br><br>What she sees is... a blurred and strange plane.<br><br>It’s as if moving her eyes bleeds space itself.<br><br>As if I wasn’t meant to see this.
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I thought, for a while, about returning. Perhaps if I’d considered that more seriously, as soon as I<br>came here, I might have still been able to go back out.<br><br>But now, I’ve become lost.<br><br>No...<br><br>Being "lost" still carries a sense of "place", doesn’t it?<br><br>Up, down, left, and right—in fact, the common and cardinal directions...<br><br>Those no longer exist. Rather, they stopped existing quite a while ago, and it simply hadn’t<br>completely registered to me until now... And on that subject ("me"): I don’t believe "I" exist any<br>longer, either.<br><br>You see, my hands have gone. My feet have gone. My legs have gone. My tongue has gone.<br><br>Perhaps I’ve become only my eyes, and some lingering shadow of my brain.
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That said, that’s... going...<br><br>I find that it doesn’t take long to start feeling as if your mind is tearing apart once your motions and<br>senses have been stripped away. I need to focus—something the god of this world apparently<br>never did.<br><br>......<br><br>...Hm.<br><br>Yes... the reality created here was truly thoughtless... a design without a blueprint.<br>A vague impression.
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There is earth. There is daylight. After daylight, the night sky and the stars within it.<br>After that, who knows? You didn’t, evidently.<br><br>Honestly...<br><br>You. What did you want out of this place? Why did you take me here?<br>Why did you hide whatever I was before?<br><br>I WAS something before. You’ve snatched whatever that was away.<br><br>......
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Did I die like the others?<br><br>Did I die like the girl who loved her brother? Did I die like the girl in red?<br><br>Do you think I was afraid of that, perhaps?<br><br>This... ha.<br><br>What am I meant to take from this? Well?<br><br>What am I meant to take from being trapped in this thing that you manifested for yourself?<br>It was for you, wasn’t it? A paradise... an escape, maybe. How did you do it? Does it matter?<br><br>What matters?
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...I’m fraying again.<br><br>It’s nonsense.<br><br>Ha, I... really understand it now: why she hates this world.<br><br>Anyone who figures this world out should want to see it gone.<br><br>Maybe you think you saved me? You never saved me. Even if you had... it seems I’ve damned<br>myself, haven’t I? What for?<br><br>What do I DO with this?<br><br><br>Charon...
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Charon isn’t here, right? Is my body here? I want to—<br><br>Let me...<br><br>LET me vanish... Why did Charon STOP me then? Looking back—<br><br>Am I looking back?<br><br>Are my eyes still here?<br><br>I can’t see it.<br>Where was I?<br>No, no, no.<br>No, no, I really can’t return?<br>I can’t get out of here?<br>I can’t move?<br>No, really, I can’t?
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I could bite through the entirety of my nails, if I still had them.<br><br>You know...<br><br>Although you might have crafted me from one...<br><br>I am NOT a husk.<br><br>I feel this. I do not WANT this.<br><br>Can you hear my thoughts?<br><br>I wanted NONE of this.
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I wanted to KNOW.<br><br>KNOWING means THIS?<br><br>There is NOTHING—<br><br>......<br><br>...Knowing it’s nothing...<br><br>It feels like scum is building in my stomach... Stomach? Stomach? And... where are my hands?<br><br>Right... I lost them...<br><br>——
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You cannot call this light.<br><br>What exists around me is indescribable.<br><br>I think, when I left the ruined world and entered the Void, I welcomed the dark.<br><br>It was different. It wasn’t blinding. It wasn’t "obvious".<br><br>Light, darkness: basic things I’ve seen in countless worlds.<br>The light is warm and welcoming; the darkness is frightful and unknown.<br><br>But still, I wished to know the dark.<br><br>......
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I felt it implicitly, and learned it soon: that this world was made as a sanctuary for a weak heart.<br><br>But that is not me.<br><br>I am not the weak-hearted person who created this refuge.<br><br>And if I had created it, I would have done it better...<br><br>Charon showed... shows that.<br><br>I marched ahead into the dark because I wanted to find a better truth.<br>However, the truth is as bitter and merciless as I’d always assumed.<br><br>I’ve been in this state for too long to count. I have lost the minutes and hours.<br><br>And every so often I will see it again:<br><br>Light—true light—in the distance.
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......<br><br>Perhaps it has been guiding me.<br><br>I wouldn’t admit this, to anyone.<br><br>It’s like a loss: relinquishing myself to what I’ve long criticized.<br><br>However, I feel it for certain: that light is now beckoning me.<br><br>That light of the old world is shining, and wants me.<br><br>And in that light I find deliverance...
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......<br><br>Fine, then. I will take your hand.
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As I near it again, I feel my fingertips more, and I swear that I can see my breath.<br><br>I think I’m going to return.<br><br>If I do, I don’t believe I will take the truth with me.<br><br>I will not forget it, but I will surely leave it behind.<br><br>I believe it, don’t I?<br><br>I could do the job better than that god.<br><br>But, I will need hands again for it first.
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I shouldn’t simply think or talk that I might be better. I’ll do it. I will.<br><br>But really... I am not swelling with pride as I escape here.<br><br>Instead, take this as revenge.<br><br>I’ll change this world, or craft a better one.<br><br>You’ve left this one broken so badly. Isn’t anything possible?<br><br>I think so.<br><br>No...<br><br>I know it.<br><br>——}}
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