故事模式剧情详表 (移动版)：修订间差异

 这是道使人愉快的风景线。<br>长久以来，她行走于这荒芜却又美丽的世界，赞扬着她所找到的新鲜事物。<br><br>长久以来，她带领那些玻璃碎片一同旅行，以至于天空已经变为一面弯曲的镜子，<br>反射出了她所能见到的最遥远的光茫，整体望上去就像要触碰到天际。<br>这绝妙的穹顶闪着光，从未离开过她的头顶。<br>随着她只被华丽而又美好的事物环绕，此处成为了无尽的极乐世界。<br><br>她走下那段曾经通向一座庄园的螺旋阶梯。只可惜周围的墙皆已坍塌，而回忆取代了墙体。<br>所有的事物都比从前更加美好：她从那儿跃向前方，撞得回忆飞散开来；<br>她沉浸于闪闪发光的Arcaea——在被她找寻到后，它们便飘起并融入了她头顶那片人造天空。<br>她感到无比欢欣，高兴地笑了。<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>一朵花、一个吻、一段爱情、一次降生——她的眼前飞过了那一次又一次生命组成的玻璃海洋，<br>而它们也接连隐于了其余碎片的光辉之中。<br>她早已见过这些映像无数次，但仍丝毫不会感到疲倦。<br><br>她凝视着上方的墙体。当碎片都融入在一起后，它们变得更加生机勃勃。<br>她微笑着，享受着这满意的感觉——在她继续开始漫游前。<br>同时，就和以往一样，她没有留心这样做会给她带来何种后果……

A joyous landscape. For so long, she has walked through a ruined yet beautiful world, finding things and<br>admiring them.<br><br>For so long she's traveled shepherding glass that the sky has become a mirror bending light as far as she can<br>see, and shaped almost geodesically. The fantastic and glittering roof never leaves her, and with her<br>surrounded by only fancies and goodness, the world has become endless bliss.<br><br>She traipses down a spiral staircase that once led into a manor, but the walls have now all fallen and<br>memories replace them. It is all the better: she leaps out ahead and dashes the memories everywhere,<br>basking in sparkling Arcaea that, when she finds them, float up to join the others in her artificial sky. So<br>enraptured now, she laughs with cheer.<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>A flower, a kiss, a love, a birth: a life followed by a new life in a river of glass flies past her eyes and blends<br>into the rest. She has seen this reflected countless times, and it still pleases her.<br><br>She gazes at the wall above. As they’ve come together, they’ve grown more vibrant.<br>She smiles, satisfied, before she wanders on again. And, as ever, heedless of all consequence.

 物极必反——人们坚信这是真理。她可能并不知晓这一点，抑或是对此毫不在乎。<br><br>少女如今穿行于一间看似老旧大礼堂的地方。<br>仿佛是一种超自然力量所造成，这里的辉煌景象被完美地劈成了两半，<br>昔日的庄严感也早已黯淡乏味，<br>在这声音的坟墓中同样飘流着回忆：舞蹈、演出、希望、胜利。<br><br>她的嘴抽搐着。是因为这些事物现已变得单调无趣，还是另有其因？<br>她抬起了手，而Arcaea们靠近了她，温柔地飘舞在她的手掌之上、指尖之中。<br>她茫然地注视着它们。她已经是第几次见到那退役乐队的送别欢呼了？<br>她已经是第几次见到两兄弟间的拥抱了？<br>她见到了太多次爱的形式——过于平凡，就像是这片被忘却的陈旧世界中的日常标准。<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>她让这些回忆远离她，下定决心不再去想这些事。<br><br>它们升了起来，飞入她仍在收集的那些回忆之中。<br>她如今正望向它们的终点。比起她刚开始收集的时候，那地方早已明亮不少。<br>它看上去每天都在变得更耀眼夺目……<br><br>究竟已经过去了多少天？她畏缩着，脸上扭出一丝怪相。她随即把自己的坏脸色一扫而空。<br><br>也许她只是需要更多——任何遗失的部分都将会被找到。<br>她冷静下来，开始继续前行。<br>她并不想自己被一个事实所干扰——无论她怎么做，那些跟随着她的Arcaea都不愿离去。

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.<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>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.

 “天堂”其实也是地狱的一种。<br><br>事实上，虚度光阴和自我放纵是对热情的诅咒。<br>接连不断地汲取愉快的事物，将会无止境地麻痹感官，<br>使得“快乐”变得无比朦胧，暗淡，甚至完全失去原本的目的。<br>如今万物再无目的。她从未拥有过目的。<br><br>天空炫目到接近空白。<br><br>她也许正四处徘徊，也可能正站在原地；她对此无法确认，而这也无关紧要。<br>这片她创造的天空的确引起了她的注意，但她却无法辨别其中涵括的回忆。<br>这已是一片充满压迫感的不透明雾霾，散发着令人窒息的空虚感。她正一点一滴地丧失自我。<br><br>而在失去自我时，她始终对这渐渐渗入的瓦解之力感到麻木。虽然她早已不记得，<br>但是招待她步入这座让人感到愉快，却又让人窒息的牢笼之人，正是她自己。<br>现在，她甚至失去了为自己担忧的自由。| 天空变得越来越明亮，少女的心智也不断流逝。在这仅剩的时间里，她仰望上方，好像等待着什么。<br>明亮——无比耀眼——散发无尽幸福的极彩色苍天：灿烂夺目的回忆淹没了她。<br><br>她的思绪终被清空。<br><br>并且，毫无意义地，光芒褪去了。<br><br>毫无意义地，时间流逝了。<br><br>之后，一名女孩仰望着空无一物的苍天。她的思想终止了——与她的故事一起。

 “Heaven” is a kind of hell.<br><br>The truth is, idle peace and thoughtless pleasure are anathema to passion. Imbibing and imbibing of happy<br>things endlessly dulls the senses and makes “happiness” indistinct, blurred, and ultimately without<br>purpose. Now nothing has a purpose. She’d never had a purpose.<br><br>The sky is almost blinding.<br><br>She may be wandering, or she may be standing still; she isn’t sure and it doesn’t matter. The sky she’s made<br>has her attention, but the memories within it can’t be sorted out.<br>It has all become an opaque and overpowering haze compelling emptiness. She is losing her self.<br><br>And as she is losing her self, she remains numb to the encroaching dissolution. Though she did not<br>remember, she invited this pleasurable and suffocating cage, and she locked herself within it. Now she<br>lacks even the will to worry.|The sky grows brighter and she loses more of herself. With little time for her left, she stares upward as if<br>waiting. Bright, bright, bliss, beauty above: effulgent memory overtakes her.<br><br>Her mind whites out.<br><br>And, without meaning, light fades away.<br><br>Without meaning, time passes.<br><br>And a girl stares up into an empty sky, her mind ended, and thus her story along with it.

 少女跪坐在地上，微抬着下巴。她那粗糙而又极具渗透力的创造物，不久便会将她吞噬进自身的光芒，<br>诱使她忘却一切。它跃动于她头顶上方，散发着光芒，温柔却又难以忍受。<br>她未多想，任凭那东西渐渐夺走她的全部自我。<br><br>而在那浩瀚虚无之中，她的双目捕捉到了什么事物。<br><br>仅仅是那特异之处便打破少女的麻木感，少女的目光也开始在那物体上摇摆：<br>一片有些特殊的玻璃，只是有抹鲜红，却着实引人注目。<br>不知是现实或只是大脑产生的幻觉，周遭原本晦暗的天空显得越来越清楚。她认为，天空变得容易看清了。<br>她认为——她才意识到自己已经几个世纪没有思考过。<br><br>这座如今正剧烈颤动的天堂已歪曲变形，一道巨大的裂痕更是从中划过，一切都围绕着一段崭新的回忆扭曲起来：<br>一片本不该存在的回忆。它从那一切中破空而出，也破坏了整片天空。| 少女所创造的穹顶坠落下来，猛烈却又显得平稳，从中散落的星点光辉布满了整片空气。<br>这壮观华丽的景象原应使她目瞪口呆，但她仍惦记着片刻前刚刚诞生，正向她飘来的那一片玻璃——<br>被喜悦回忆中令人恐惧的混沌所缠绕的那一片玻璃。<br><br>那事物本身也是象征喜悦的回忆：那是早已被她遗忘的，关于她自己的回忆。<br><br>“什么时候——我真的——？”<br><br>声带太久未被使用，少女的话语声变得破碎不堪。<br><br>在她的掌心之间，那诞生自虚无的奇异碎片旋转起来，而从中她见到了自己刚刚苏醒过来的时候，<br>与成群的玻璃起舞，游荡于这片镜面世界，无比欢欣。<br>泪水有如泉涌。她心中明白，幸福在很久之前便抛弃了她。

The girl is on her knees, her chin brought up, and it is soon that her jagged and pervasive creation will<br>consume her in its light coaxing oblivion. Above her it pulses and glows, gentle but insufferable. She lets it<br>nearly take her, thoughtless.<br><br>And from that vast nothingness, something catches her eye.<br><br>Distinction alone breaks her from the lull of uniformity, and her gaze swings to it: a single, special piece<br>of glass, just a bit red, and absolutely noticeable. Perhaps in reality or through a trick of her mind, the<br>rest of the sky that it begins emerging from dulls in its intensity. She thinks, it’s becoming easier to see.<br>She thinks, and realizes she hasn’t thought at all in ages.<br><br>The heavens wobble and distort, and a crack seems to run through them, the whole thing twisting around the<br>creation of a new memory: a shard of memory that should not exist. It breaks from the whole, and breaks<br>the sky.|Both violently and calmly the roof of her making falls down, choking the air in scattering light. The spectacle<br>would be magnificent to her, but she remains stuck on the newest piece, which floats toward her amidst<br>the frightening chaos of joyous memories.<br><br>It, too, is a memory of joy: that of herself that she has forgotten.<br><br>“When was— Did I—?”<br><br>She speaks in a fractured voice, her vocal chords having been long neglected of use.<br><br>Now in her hands, the odd shard that came from zero revolves, and in it she sees the time when she awoke,<br>dancing alongside glass, traveling the mirror world, and happy. Tears fall from her eyes, and she remembers<br>that happiness left her long ago.

 晶莹闪亮的玻璃碎片犹如不均匀的雨滴般落下，如同以往的任何时刻，倒映着那些死去的世界。<br>位于万物中心的少女全神贯注地盯着那片反射了何种新事物的碎片——仍旧存在的那片世界。<br><br>泪水从眼角滑落，她却尚未了解原由。在拾回心智的过程中，她饱受折磨——<br>她失去了曾经她所拥有的一切，而那些事物如今正纷纷跌落在她的身旁。<br>但同时，她也为失去了自己的热情而痛苦。那些倒映的回忆展现出一段更美好，却放纵愚昧的时间，<br>而她也正是在那时走入了她自己布下的陷阱。哪怕她知道那样将会带来何种结局——<br>这些得过且过，引领她步步迈向麻木的旅途经历——她还会只是为了一时的快乐而重蹈覆辙吗？<br><br>玻璃中的鲜红呼应着她衣服上的鲜红，而她紧紧抓住那片碎片，使得鲜红也浮现于她的手心。<br>随着那温暖的液体流过荧光的表面，过去与今时双双模糊。她终能再次感受情感——<br>可这股情感却比她从前所感受到的一切都更为强烈。她感受到了足以压垮她内心的悔恨。| 在这些时间里，她近乎骄傲自满地四处游荡，心中漫无目的。<br>她搜集着Arcaea，享受着它们，却从未思考过哪怕最小的原因。<br>她害自己成为备受苦恼所折磨且总感世事乏味的快乐主义者，亲手将自己锁死在这人造的炫目监狱中。<br><br>然而面对“为什么”的疑问，这里从来就没有过答案。只是取悦自己？也并非如此。<br>她跌倒于双膝，怀抱着她胸前的回忆哽咽、啜泣、痛哭，心中明白自己已经犯了弥天大错。<br>浴于美妙的爱情与绚丽的生命过久的她，已经对这些事物感到反胃，而这残酷的事实让她悲痛不已。<br><br>少女沉浸在悲伤之中不断哭泣，尽可能地思考着方才发生的一切，与它们所象征的意味。

Twinkling glass pieces fall in an unevenly timed rain while reflecting dead worlds as they always do. The girl<br>at the center of it all focuses on a piece reflecting something new, however, and of this world still existing.<br><br>Tears fall from her eyes, but the reason is yet grasped by her. Her mind still recovering, she agonizes over<br>the loss of everything she had before, falling all around her. But, also, she agonizes over the loss of her zeal.<br>The memory reflected shows a better and ignorant time, as she walked into a trap she’d created for herself.<br>Even if she knew where it would lead — these shiftless travels inviting senselessness — would she have<br>done it all again, just to be happy?<br><br>The red in the glass is that of the red in her clothes, and she grasps the shard tightly to add the red of her<br>hand to it, blurring past and present, running warm over the shimmering surface. She feels, again, but she<br>feels so much more than before. She feels, overwhelmingly, regret.|These were times that, almost with pride, she had moved meaninglessly. She had gathered the Arcaea to<br>enjoy them,and not thought even a bit as to why. She had brought on herself a torturous and tedious<br>hedonistic existence,a manufactured and blinding prison. She had done it all for nothing, and nearly lost<br>herself.<br><br>And to a question of “Why?” there was never an answer. Just to be happy? That hadn’t been it either.<br>Collapsed on her knees, choking through cries with the memory over her breast, she knows the weight of<br>her errors. She had surrounded herself in love and life so much that it came to disgust her, and that truth<br>grieves her.<br><br>In grief the girl cries, thinking as much as she can, about everything that has happened, and what anything<br>meant.

 死寂。<br><br>少些蕴含曾经的碎片落下来，间歇性打破了沉寂，但女孩的悲痛已经平复下来。<br>她早已不再直率地哭泣，仅仅是静坐在那些闪闪发光的玻璃之中，脸颊尚留有泪痕，双手的鲜血也已干涸。<br>恐惧、担忧与悔恨都已结束，她现在必须向前看了。<br><br>她因误入歧途而做出一切。事实上，她从来没有真正地被哪怕任何事物引导过。<br>凭借着“更多的愉快事物只会让一切变得更好”的念头，她用美好回忆填充了整片天空，<br>不曾意识将成堆的神秘碎片集中于一处会带来怎样的危险。她这才意识到这些东西会威胁她的全部，将她吞噬。<br><br>如果她想要奋力前行，她必须需要一个理由作为动力。| 她需一五一十地回答那些曾几时被她遗忘的老问题。这个世界有着怎样的意义？为什么她会在此处？<br>为什么在温柔的回忆被她吸引时，那些她曾瞥见有苦难闪现的碎片却会拒绝她？她到底是谁？<br><br>少女的双眼再度有了光泽，依靠那颤抖的双腿直立起来。在她这样做的时候，围绕着她的Arcaea忽然移动起来。<br>她好奇地注视着它们，试着高举她的手。它们跟随着她的手飘舞而起，而她陷入沉思。<br>她察觉到这与从前不太一样，但她自身也有些地方变化了。<br><br>Arcaea不再主动接近她，而她也不再放任自己被束缚于牢笼中。<br>因为手上沾满了血，她用手背抹去自己的泪水，让这些将她引领至这条崭新路途的碎片们跟随于她的身后。<br>她会让那一切成为一段回忆，而她也将重新面对这陌生的世界。<br>无论是好是坏，她将找寻到一切的谜底。<br><br>她如此发誓，矢志不渝。

Silence.<br><br>A few small pieces of old times falling down intermittently break this, but the girl’s anguish has settled.<br>She no longer openly weeps, sitting among shimmering glass with dried tears on her cheeks and dried<br>blood in her hands. Fear, worry, and regret have ended, so she now has to look out ahead.<br><br>What she had done was misguided. It was, in fact, not guided at all. With the idea of “more happy scenes<br>would only be better”, she had filled the sky with good memories, not wondering if there might be any<br>danger in bringing so many of the mysterious shards together in one place. She realizes now that they had<br>threatened to swallow her.<br><br>If she wants to press on, she must have a reason.|She needs to answer those old questions that she had forgotten. What does this world mean, and why is<br>she in it? Why are gentle memories attracted to her, although she sometimes saw flashes of hardship in<br>pieces that refused her? Who was she?<br><br>Light comes back to her eyes and she stands on shaking legs. As she does so, the Arcaea surrounding her<br>shift. She looks on at them curiously, and lifts her hand. They lift too, and she ponders. She realizes this is<br>different, but that there’s also something different within herself.<br><br>The Arcaea will not come to her unbidden again, and she will not allow herself to be caged. She wipes<br>away her tears with the back of her bloodied hand, and lets the shard that has turned her onto this new<br>path go to follow behind her. She will let that be a memory, and face this strange world anew, and she will<br>find all that it is for, be it good or bad.<br><br>This she swears, and she is certain.

 时间已经过了很久，而少女的信念坚定了许多。<br><br>从开始行动以来，她已经探索了大部分这玻璃与镜子的世界，沿途也收集了不计其数的碎片。<br>像是一条永无尽头的围巾一般，它们围在她的脖子四周，在她的身后延伸出一条极长的线路。<br>如今，她驻足于一座残旧的塔楼上头，面露微笑往外眺望着。<br>来自各处的恐怖回忆在她身后汹涌地扭曲着。<br><br>她现在正紧盯着那一直吸引着她注意力的地方，但她甚至从不想往那里踏出半步。<br>那是片拥有疯狂几何形状的巨大迷宫，缓缓延伸到遥远的天际。没错，那儿依然只有更多的玻璃。<br>没错，她可以站在这里感受到那迷宫中涌动着的污秽。| 虽然尚不清楚自己该怎么做，但她决心摆脱这些跟随她的令人厌恶的碎片。<br>在结局来临前，她仍然会收集它们。她对把所有肮脏事物聚集于一处感到十分欣慰。<br>离清除所有碎片的日子会因此来得更加容易。<br>这个迷宫异常地险恶，而她因此来到这里，信心满满地想要收集其中所有的碎片。<br><br>围绕那迷宫的是闪闪发光的美好回忆，如同一片不断变化的海洋。<br>当她步入迷宫时，那片海洋退向两边，仅有少数碎片加入了她身后的行列。<br>然而，在边行走边分散那些美好回忆的碎片时，她犹豫了。自己被希望夹在中间，面前等待着她的却只有绝望。<br>她紧咬着自己的嘴唇……而她的心也动摇了。

It had been a while, and so she'd grown confident.<br><br>In the time since she began she'd explored much of this glass and mirror world, and she'd gathered<br>countless shards. Like an unending scarf they formed around her neck and trailed long behind her. Now,<br>she stood atop a fallen tower and looked out ahead with a smile. The terrible memories of other places<br>twisted behind her menacingly.<br><br>She was gazing at a place that had always caught her eye, but she'd refrained from ever going toward it. It<br>was some sort of distant labyrinth turning into the sky with insane geometry. Of course, it was more glass.<br>Of course, she could feel its filth pulsing all the way out here.|Although she still had no idea how to go about it, she intended to be rid of the terrible fragments that<br>followed her eventually. To that end she was gathering them. She at least took comfort in having the bad all<br>in one place. That would make clearing it away one day all the more easier. This labyrinth was particularly<br>bad, and she felt confident in gathering its fragments too.<br><br>The maze was surrounding by a glittering and ever-shifting sea of good memories. As she made her way<br>toward the maze, the sea parted, only a few shards coming to join the trail behind her. However, while<br>walking the path and scattering the good shards she suddenly hesitated. Now flanked by hope, with<br>despair before her, she chewed on her lip...and her heart wavered.

 在过去的某一刻——绝对——这一切都曾更加美好。<br><br>少女不记得任何事。在苏醒于这个世界后，她也只见到了属于其他事物的回忆。<br>因此，她已经假设了各种答案，尽管她只思考了数秒。她敢保证这儿的玻璃碎片，<br>乃至这一整个世界，都没有任何确实的价值。污秽与恐惧、眼泪与伤痛、微笑与死亡——全都不值一提。<br><br>但在过去的某一刻，这一切绝对都曾更加美好。简单的规则，往往会是真理：<br>影子的诞生起源于光明。影子如今正于她背后匿伏，而光明正包围着她。<br><br>当踏入这欢乐而又纯净的浪潮时，她心中未有足以扭转她决心的杂念。<br>她将注意力完全置于眼前的邪恶，以至于她已经忘却了纯粹的善良。<br>事实上，这在她心中翻腾起了小小的波浪。她不堪重负。每一次朝那盘陀状迷宫迈出步子的时候，<br>她会瞥见余光中闪烁着的希望，随即停下脚步，质疑心中一切。然而，她有一个自己不愿面对且承认的，<br>隐藏于光明与混乱之中的答案。她不想去思考那个答案。她绝不允许自己想到它。<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>而在她真的做出觉悟之前，她已经站在了那不可思议之迷宫的入口处。<br><br>一时的冲动，促使她将手伸向那些美好的碎片。碎片之中是花田的回忆，而那些回忆在她的身边组成了花环。<br>她并不知晓原因，而脑中那些所谓的原因，实际上也帮不了她任何忙。

Once upon a time, surely, things had to have been better.<br><br>The girl remembered nothing. and since awaking in the world of glass she'd only ever known other<br>memories. Because of this, she'd drawn many conclusions and had few second thoughts. She'd been<br>assured of the idea that nothing in the glass and nothing in this world held any worth. Filth and awfulness,<br>tears and pain, a small smile, and death.<br><br>But once upon a time, things had to have been better. Simple rules are often true: shadows are begotten<br>from light. Shadow lurked at her back, and now she was surrounded by light.<br><br>When she'd stepped into these waves of joy and purity, she hadn't given it a second thought. She'd become<br>so absorbed in evil that she had forgotten simple good. To be honest it was more than her heart simply<br>wavering, now. She was overwhelmed. For every glint of hope that caught her eye on the way to the jagged<br>maze, she paused and questioned everything. There was an answer she did not want to acknowledge,<br>immersed in this scene of light and chaos. She didn't want to think about it. She wouldn’t allow herself to<br>think about it.<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>And, before she really could, she stood before the entrance to the impossible labyrinth.<br><br>On impulse, she reached out to the better glass and memories of flowering fields came to follow around<br>her in a ring. She didn't know why, nor if they would help.

 她并不知晓自己曾拥有一个名字。如果她知道自己的名字，或许就不会选择走进这扭曲的黑色迷宫。<br>那可能会是个意义深重的名字，而这只会使得她的疑问愈发强烈。但她并不知晓答案。<br>所以少女紧咬牙关，重新坚定了自己的信念。先前的光芒不会使她动摇；先前的花环不会使她动摇。<br>她步入这昏暗的结构中，准备将这里撕裂。<br><br>每一堵墙都是由苦难砌成，而墙的每一面都布满了惨剧，每一个角落都由畏惧构成。<br>这是一座罪孽的城堡。简单来说，这儿的一切都显得无比荒谬，怪诞无稽。<br><br>少女的脸上再度绽放笑容。仅此而已。攀越于此、奔跑于此，<br>那纯粹的厌恶已经使她疯狂。她的想法并没有错。<br>玻璃只该被打碎。镜子只该被砸毁。<br><center>--翻页--</center><br><br>当她兴高采烈地撕碎大片的迷宫，将走道翻入半空时，脸上的笑容扭曲了起来。<br>她畏缩了；她的脑内绝对有什么不对劲的地方。在这片迷宫的中心，有着“什么事物”，<br>比任何她曾见到的回忆都邪恶。她可以感受到那样事物——那事物如今与她十分接近，正呼喊着她。<br>她的热情已经干涸，而她的脚步也逐渐放慢。下一刻，她看见了那片散发邪恶气息的玻璃碎片在空中旋转着，<br>其中含括的是一个世界走向灭亡的回忆。<br><br>一只手搭在脸上的她，朝着那镜像世界望去。她依然记得她身下那片充满欢乐与幸福的海洋，<br>与那如今环绕在她身边的花圈。她已经掀掉了迷宫的顶端一角，而墙壁也纷纷开始崩塌。<br>阴暗的玻璃在她身边缓缓坠落，而远方的美好回忆则闪耀着明亮的光芒。<br><br>她透过指缝观看着那世界末日之景。她咽了口口水，靠着那股不知名的勇气，将手从自己的脸上移开。<br>她伸出了手，把那世界尽头收入了自己所搜集的无数回忆之中。<br>这片存在颠覆了一切，她也进而感受到心中那份货真价实的，如浪潮般的狂喜。无论之后的回忆有多么可怕，<br>与此种记忆相比都算不上一缕羽毛。她确定自己已经变得足够强大，而她理所当然地想立刻把一切都摧毁。<br>就这样，伴随着那抹真诚的微笑与疲惫的笑声，她从天空中降落到了地面上。那座古老的塔楼随着她一同陨落而下。

She didn't know it, but she had a name. If she knew it, perhaps she wouldn't have entered the twisted<br>black maze. It may have been a meaningful name that may have made her doubts much stronger. But she<br>didn't know, she ground her teeth, and she reaffirmed her beliefs. The light from before would not shake her,<br>the light of the flower ring would not shake her.<br>She entered the dark structure and started tearing it apart.<br><br>Each wall pulled away was made of misery, each facet held horrors, and the corners were comprised of fear.<br>This was a castle of iniquity. Simply put, it was grotesque. It was powerfully grotesque.<br><br>And that girl, her grin returned. This was it. Climbing through it, running through it, this was the kind of<br>disgusting monolith that had compelled her into action in the first place. She hadn't been wrong. The glass<br>should only be shattered. The mirrors should only be destroyed.<center><br>--翻页--<br><br></center>And as she gleefully pulled away great swathes of the maze, hallways tumbling into the air, her smile<br>became warped. She winced; something was wrong with her head. At the heart of the maze, there was<br>*something* worse than any memory before. She could feel it, close now, calling to her. Her enthusiasm<br>had drained, and her progress had slowed, and she saw a wicked shard of glass turning in space,<br>containing the memory of the end of a world.<br><br>With a hand on her face, she looked into the mirrored world. She remembered the sea of pleasant realities<br>below her and the flowers now circling around her. She'd taken down part of the maze's roof and the walls<br>had subsequently fallen away. Dark glass rained slowly around her, and in the distance the better memories<br>shone brightly.<br><br>She looked into the end of the world between her fingers. She swallowed, and with newfound strength,<br>removed the hand from her face. She reached out, and dragged the end of the world into her collection of<br>memories. With this monolith toppled, she felt an honest and genuine surge of bliss. However terrible the<br>memories she faced from now on would be, it couldn’t possibly matter. She was certain now that she was<br>strong, and she would definitely destroy them all. And so, with a genuine smile and a tired laugh, she came<br>down from the sky, and the tower along with her.