故事模式剧情详表 (移动版)：修订间差异

====英文剧情====

They say that this is true: anything in excess is a poison. She either didn’t know, or hadn’t cared.<br><br>The girl now walks past what seemed to have been an old concert hall, the impact of its grandness dulled<br>as it had been split perfectly in twain, as if some higher power had willed it so. Out of the tomb of sound<br>drift memories again: of dances, of performance, hopes, victories.<br><br>Her mouth twitches. Has it simply become boring, or is this something else? She lifts her hands and the<br>Arcaea come to her, gently weaving over her palms and through her fingers. Blankly she notes them. How<br>many times has she seen the last hurrah of a retiring band? How many times has she seen two brothers<br>embrace? Too many times she’s seen the formation of a love, so frequent it was apparently standard in old<br> and forgotten worlds.|She lets the memories go, and genuinely thinks nothing of it.<br><br>They rise. They fly to join with the memories she’s still been gathering, and she looks at their destination<br>now. It’s grown much brighter since she began her collecting. It seems to grow brighter every day…<br><br>How many days has it even been? She winces, and a grimace twists onto her face. She shakes it away.<br><br>Maybe she only needs more, then whatever is missing will be found. She calms herself and carries on, not<br>letting it bother her that no matter what, she cannot push the Arcaea following her away.