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解锁条件：购入[[NEO WINGS]]单曲 解锁要求：通过[[Sakura Fubuki]]

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===12-3===

解锁条件：购入[[NEO WINGS]]单曲 解锁要求：通过[[NEO WINGS]]

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... ...Had she ever known anything else?}}

===12-4===

解锁条件：完成[[#12-3|12-3]]，购入[[HYPER VISION]]单曲 解锁要求：通过[[SUPERNOVA]]

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事到如今，这已不能被称作记忆，充其量只能算作是一种「印象」：所能感受到的东西都是模糊而零碎 的——但这没什么不好，甚至可以说是一个祝福般的奇迹——灾难席卷而来，几乎冲刷了所有的存在。 最后在那灰烬中剩下的，只有一道若有若无的影子。 她，遗忘了。 遗忘了滚烫的高温，燃尽的人骨；遗忘了起火的飞船不断从天空坠落，筑起的防线因燃烧而不断倾塌； 遗忘了曾席卷了一切的热浪，吞噬了生命即将完结之时的尖叫与恐惧。 她，连同快乐而短暂的时光一起…… 遗忘了。

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但她还记得…… 她还记得，她曾有过一本书。纸质书在电子设备横行的时代早就没落了，而原因显而易见——不 够方便，功能单一，但她就是喜欢那种特别的触感。况且对她来说，“小众”反而是加分项，因为 这能让在统一着装的基地里工作的她感到特别。她甚至对此感到十分得意——能让她开心的事情还 有很多，但纸质书能给她带来的满足感绝非是随便一件小事就能与其相比的。傍晚时分，她便会 在休息室里挑一张舒服的椅子坐下，开始阅读。有一天，正读着书的她忽然感觉有什么靠在了她 的椅背上——那是她的朋友。 “你到底都是从哪里弄来这些东西的?”朋友将手臂搭在椅背上，问道。 而她则如实回答。这本书是在一个老人家那里买的，她的店就开在基地附近，卖的都是些上了年 头的东西。 她还进一步邀请了她朋友，承诺有空也会带她一起去转转。身为军人，因私外出需要报备行程， 不过这并不是太难的事。只是，还不过两个月，灾难便降临了，而基地的所有人都因她犯下的致 命错误丢掉了性命。 这一切，她都遗忘了。

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醒来时的她双眼噙着泪水，泪珠从脸上滑落。她随后抬头，望向这片纯白世界的夜空。 她是Arcaea的一位稀客，但这个小女孩对此并不知情。她睁开眼，擦拭掉眼角的泪水， 脑海中残余的梦境如今只剩下一道影子，而不久后这唯一的阴影也消失殆尽。 她，维塔，于这光明世界的暗处醒来。 你们大多是受到祝福之人，而你，的确也在此列。

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让我们一起跟随女孩的脚步，去往她所涉足的地方吧；看着她伫立于高处，注视这充斥着废墟与碎片的世界， 以及落于其上的斑驳阴影。 让我们跟随她继续向前，直至抵达一切终结的地方。 她将行走，她将见证，她将心动，她将感悟。 但…… 所有故事终会迎来结局，对吧？}}

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Only an impression is left: some vague sense—and it is miraculous, or perhaps even a blessing, that in all that hell rained down only a shadow is left. And then it is gone. Forgotten: Concentrated heat, and melting bones. Burned away ships falling from space, collapsing fortifications. Fire spreading. Screams within and without. Horror. And fleeting memories of happiness, too: Forgotten.

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One memory: She had a little book. The medium wasn't very popular in favor of the versatility and convenience of screens, but the tactile sensation was something she liked, and the unpopularity made her feel unique even in uniform. She was proud of herself—for a lot of things, but this always bolstered her mood in particular. In the lounge, as evening approached, she read that little paper book. One of her friends approached the comfortable chair she was resting in, and perching her arms on the back asked— "Where do you get those, anyway?" And she explained that there was a small shop just outside of the base where an older woman sold old things. She promised to take her friend over there some time. They'd get permission and go. Not two months later, she would make a terrible mistake, and everyone on that base would be dead. All of this, she has forgotten.

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She wakes with tears in her eyes, and tears fallen from her. She stares up into the night within a world of white. A rare child has come here: into Arcaea. She wakes up, wipes her eyes, and only the shadow of a dream is left in her head. It vanishes. Wake into the dark of the world of light, Vita. You, as near all the others, have been blessed.

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Let us follow where the little girl goes. Let us follow her standing, and her looking out over a shadowed world of glass and ruin. Let us follow her ahead, and to where it all ends. She will travel. She will see. She will love. She will learn. ... All stories must end, no?}}

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属于Arcaea的这张蓝图不断向远处延展，其所覆盖的疆域范围超乎想象。 延伸至无限远，这圆盘形的广袤大地之上遍布平原、高山与干枯的海床。 实际上，这张蓝图可能仍在不断向外扩张…… 日光已无法覆盖一半大地，而这是因为先前坠落于高空的两枚彗星将天空分成了两半。 其实，更准确的说法应是，日光并没有消失，只是这个世界上承载着它们的云层自那时便消失了半边。 踏过这个世界的边缘，你将抵达无光的「虚无」之处，而在虚无的尽头，你将进入认知难以理解的「终点」。 但维塔对此并不知情。她将手搭在一根柱子上，站在Arcaea的夜空下，继续眺望星空。

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尽管Arcaea没有雨天和雪天，甚至看不见水的踪影，但风的确是存在的。 时不时地，风的足迹会拂过这个世界的各个角落，就像她现在飘起的几缕发丝。她继续观察着星空。 “它们……都是紫色的呢。” 良久，她小声说出了这个正确的结论。 虽然不知道为什么，但…… Arcaea的星光，确实是紫色的。 “星星看上去不应该是白色的吗……？还是说它们的颜色无法从这里看清呢？ 但是，那时我们在宇宙的时候……”

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接着，她眯起眼，不禁说出了自己的疑惑—— “等等，那天上的……真的是‘宇宙’吗？” 在碎片漫天飞舞的这样一个奇特的世界里，这个问题并不愚蠢。 她失去了所有的记忆，除了知道自己的名字以外，她什么都不记得了。但是，她还是“知道”一些东西的， 比如一个世界应该有什么东西。她对这个叫做Arcaea的世界并不陌生，她也知道这个世界少了很多东西。 而她对自己也有同样的感觉。 维塔抬起手，将它轻轻搭在自己的胸口前。 她缓缓开口，问道： “大家……都在哪里呢？”

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碎片于她并不陌生，因为它们从不抛下Arcaea的每一位来访者。而在碎片之中，她看到了其他世界的景象。 那些都是「记忆」，但不是她自己的。她同样明白，世界中应该要有人才对， 而这当然包括Arcaea——至少在过去是这样——这些都像极了人类活动残留下来的痕迹…… 她不由地顺着这根柱子向上看去。 她正站在一群破旧不堪的建筑物内，空空荡荡的内里与墙体的惨白形成了鲜明的对比， 夜晚的黑暗将其蒙上一层阴影，让这里看起来就像是一处埋葬着无数古龙遗骨的阴森墓地。 论据越来越充足：她不可能是这里唯一存活的人。 即使她选择自欺欺人地将自己的双眼蒙住，不去理会那些证据，她还是能隐约感知到什么东西…… 比如，阴影。 诚然，那也可能只是一些残存的痕迹罢了——她独有的一份曾与数以万计的人相连接的模糊感觉。 这种感觉……是不是所有人都会有呢？ 她已无法知晓这个问题的答案。

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维塔逐渐朝那处石头组成的建筑物出口走去，穿过这片荒芜废墟毫无生气的躯壳，那是城镇曾经所在的地方。 按理来说…… 按理来说，应该没有其他人才对——距离她醒来肯定已经过去好几天了，但她根本不需要进食、饮水甚至休息。 她很快否定了那个可能的答案，拒绝去细想这件事。 维塔继续迈步，不断呼唤着可能散落在这个世界上的其他人，正式开启了寻找她们的旅程。}}

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The canvas of Arcaea spreads across an unthinkable distance. The land is a disc, and comprised of plains and mountains and barren sea beds. The disc might, still, be spreading. Daylight died over one half the land, as a pair of stars plummeted from the sky and split that sky in two. It's more accurate to say the daylight never really ended, but that the clouds which held it were banished from half the earth. The edge of the world leads into the shadowed Void. The Void leads to the incomprehensible End. Vita, knowing none of this, stands with a hand pressed to a pillar under the night of Arcaea, watching the stars.

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Arcaea is not without wind. Though it never rains, it never snows, and there is no water, a wind will blow from somewhere now and then. A breeze carries past now, dancing through her hair. She continues to watch the stars. "All of them... are violet." She whispers that, finally. It's true. Unknown as to why, but the starlight of Arcaea is of a purple color. "Stars are... supposed to be white, or their colors can't be seen from... here. But, from space they..."

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Her eyes narrow, and she wonders aloud: "Is that... really 'space', up there?" In a fantastic world where shards of glass fly through the air, it is a question worth asking. She does not remember herself apart from her name, but she has "knowledge". She knows what a world should have. She knows this world "Arcaea", and she knows it is missing very much. She too feels she is missing very much. Vita lifts her other hand over her heart. And, she asks: "Where is everyone...?"

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She's seen the glass; it never leaves Arcaea's visitors alone. In those shards, there are visions of other worlds. "Memories", but not hers. So, she knows: a world needs people in it. Even to look at Arcaea: it may have once had people in it. She looks up at the pillar beside her. She is standing in a night-darkened graveyard of buildings, cracked and white and empty, like over a dozen hollowed bones of dragons. The evidence is piled up: to suggest that her being alone is some sort of mistake. And even putting evidence aside... ...A shadow might remain in her heart—or it might be an echo: a notion vague of a connection she specifically shared with countless others. A natural feeling that all humans feel? She can't know.

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Vita steps away from that pale stone thing and passes out the barren shell of that town. Reasonably, reasonably... she must be alone—it has to have been days, and she doesn't feel any need to eat, drink, or sleep. But she refuses that answer. Vita marches on, and begins to call out for others.}}

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女孩穿过一个个尘土飞扬的山谷，翻越一座座桥梁，最终一无所获。一路跟随着她的Arcaea逐渐为她所用， 靠着碎片散发出的光亮，一直在黑暗的残垣断壁中跋涉的路途也显得不那么瘆人了。 至于碎片中承载的那些记忆、那些影像……那只是一种干扰，不是吗？生活远比沉迷在那些东西里重要。 她揣度着这一阵阵吹来的风，猜想它们都从哪里来。这个世界肯定存在着一片海域，或者一个巨大的湖泊， 甚至是汪洋大海都有可能，而且距离她所在的地方一定非常近——只有这样，水才有可能流动循环。 那么，月亮必然也是存在的，也许还有太阳，因为这个世界并不寒冷。 她不知道自己猜对了多少，但…… 毕竟自己已经给自己打了那么多气，还是不要放弃吧，不要紧的……她这么想着，继续向前走去。 最终，她的不懈努力终于带来了回报。

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万事万物身上皆有命途的踪迹，但这一切并不是命中注定的；这个世界是感性的， 但并不代表这个世界会对她的期望照单全收；不过，想要愿望成真，有时只需踏出一步。 维塔爬上山坡的顶端，却没有发现海洋的痕迹——一颗名叫“太阳”的恒星正高挂在天空。 “哇，这是……” 光芒映入眼帘时，她不由得显露出自己本然的纯真，发出了诚挚的喟叹：碎片在空中飞舞， 云海美似仙境，一条奇异的缝隙从中贯穿，黑夜和白昼在这里交汇——这是一个真正属于光芒的世界。 即使她这一路上都在故作沉稳，拒不接受自己还是一个孩子的事实，在到达这个世界壮丽的边界时， 她还是抑制不住自己兴奋的心情，赶忙爬上了山坡，回望夜色。

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“这景色……简直也太神奇了吧！” 她欣喜若狂，不由得发出惊叹。她打破了周遭沉寂，她的声音传到了很远很远的地方， 只可惜无人能够听到。兴奋的她不停在边界附近来回蹦跶，仰望因黑白交替而新诞生的银色， 观察这些色彩进一步相互碰撞、混合……实在是感到太过惊奇，这位女孩的嘴张得大大的。 她一边飞快地推理着，一边爬上附近的石块和障碍物，试图将这一切看得更加清楚些。 这是她醒来后第一次感到快乐。

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而这份欣喜之情并不会很快散去。她已经把这里研究了个遍了， 不过她又在这条由亮至暗的狭窄甬道里找到了新的惊喜：未曾发现的Arcaea疆土， 以及新的景色：教堂和竞技场，湖边的房子，以及线缆缠绕着的木制柱子…… 没错，这份欣喜之情不会很快散去。她喜欢探索和冒险，也对自己这回的发现很是满意。 但，这份欣喜之情终究会散去。 而当快乐开始淡去，哪怕一开始只是淡去了一点，这份空洞终究还是会不断扩大， 而担忧便最终会追赶上她。 忧虑逐渐显现，翻搅着她的胃，她开始被迫思考这一切：黑夜与白昼， 废墟与荒芜……直至逐渐满盈的思绪开始溢出。 “这里……真的不可能只有我一个人吧……？” 焦虑逐渐演化成了恐惧，维塔再一次抬高声音呼喊，试图让自己的声音传到更远的地方， 但仍然无人应答：空气中回荡的只有从四面八方返回来的回响。

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属于Arcaea的这张蓝图不断向远处延展，其所覆盖的疆域范围超乎想象。 隔着那么远的距离，声音的传播往往会大打折扣， 因此有不少在这里醒来的人可能永远都无法找到甚至是注意到这里还有其他人的存在。 “喂，有人吗？” “到底有没有人啊？”…… 维塔带着心里隐约的不安在死气沉沉的小巷和空无一人的洞穴中一遍遍呼喊， 而传回来的回声不断地将她引导至一个令她毛骨悚然的推论——她的命运， 或许和这个世界上许许多多人的命运一样： 孑然一身。 而即使是维塔这么小的孩子也能明白……时间的无情和因此而加诸众生的折磨， 是多么令人难以忍受的一件事。 将近一个月的时间，小维塔就这样风餐露宿，四处流浪。这个可怜的女孩心里的希望越来越稀薄， 终于令她无法忍受。于是，她躲进了废墟中的一个不起眼的小角落里，默默哭泣起来。

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她抽噎着，呼吸时断时续，不停发出痛苦的呜咽。“我不要……” “不要！”“不要！！”她哽咽道， 将自己的脸埋在双腿间，抱膝痛哭。 小女孩漂亮裙袖上的心形花瓣此时浸满了眼泪。 她打了个嗝，胸口被沉重的思绪和推断压得喘不过气来。 她哭得实在是太过大声，以至于盖过了某人的脚步声。

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那位少女从光亮中走出。 当少女迈出站定前的最后一步时，鞋跟清脆的撞击声传到了维塔的耳中。 她慌乱地抬起头，忽然感到害怕。 少女站在光亮前，身形隐于阴影之中，而她的右半边脸…… 不，她的眼睛——被捕捉的光线穿透了漆黑的虚空径直刺来， 就好似什么东西在反射一般——维塔把头再抬高了一些，终于能够看清少女的左眼。 那只眼睛眨了眨，维塔的心顿时提到了嗓子眼。 原来，这里远不止是“有人”……她…… 她的右“眼”，竟是一朵绽放的花。 }}

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The child marches through valleys of dust and over bridges to nothing. She trudges through wreckage and, being in the deep dark all the time, uses the light of what Arcaea follow her to make her way more safely. And as for their memories? As for their visions? They're merely a distraction, aren't they...? Life is more than being lost to visions. She considers the winds, imagining that they must be coming from somewhere. That, in fact, there must be a sea, or immense lake, or ocean very, very close. There must be something shifting water. There must be a moon, and perhaps there's a sun. The world is not cold, so... there must be a sun. She can't know how little of that is correct to assume, and yet... ...giving herself so many reassurances, and voicing them too in comforting whispers, Vita marches on. And for her dedication she is rewarded.

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It's still a time of fate, but this isn't fated. It's still a time of feeling, but her desires aren't heard. Sometimes, merely trying is all something takes to be done. Vita crests a hill, and finds not an ocean, but the sun. "W—Wow—What..." She whispers in surprise and innocence as light fills her eyes. A true world of light with glass dancing through the sky. A brilliant sea of clouds in the sky, and a strange seam overhead where night and day beautifully and melting meet. Although she had held her head high until now, refusing the part of "the child", Vita unabashedly scrambles over the hill in her excitement, looking back to the night as she reaches the spectacular border.

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"How is it like this!? This... This is crazy!" Ecstatic, she shouts through the quiet world, her voice carrying far—being heard by no one. She hops around the border, looking up at the silvery and bleeding clash between darkness and daylight— her mouth agape as she gasps in awe. She giddily theorizes. She climbs nearby stones and structures to try to gain a better look. She is, for the first time since waking, happy.

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Wonder isn't lost very quickly, either. When she is done looking the border over, and at the strange vista that is gazing into "night" from a side of "day", she finds wonder in the newly lit landscapes of Arcaea instead. She finds new sights: cathedrals and coliseums, lake houses and new, wired and wooden pillars... Wonder is not lost quickly. She enjoys what she can see and find. She enjoys the adventure of exploring. But, when wonder does begin to drift away from her... When her happiness begins to ebb—only a little at first, but then quite a lot... ...Her worries rapidly encroach on her stomach. Thinking of night and day, and ruins, and vast emptiness—she begins to think too much. She thinks too much, and she begins to ask: "I'm not really all alone, am I...?" And with the worry in her heart beginning to take the shape of fright, Vita once more starts to shout into the world for anyone else to hear—with only echoes answering.

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The canvas of Arcaea spreads across an unthinkable distance. Across that distance, physical voices do not carry well. Some may wake here and never find, nor even notice the presence of, another. As Vita calls out "Someone!" and "Anyone?" through quiet alleys and past vacuous caverns, her returning voice is a constant confirmation. A creeping, and then pounding sensation that her fate is the fate of so many others in this place: Life, alone. And even she, even this little one... ...can comprehend the indifferent oppression of time. After she has wandered over a month's time, with hope left barely as dregs within her chest, little Vita crawls to the corner of a nondescript ruin and hides herself from nobody to cry.

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She breathes in fits and starts. She growls in pain. She says, "No", and "No, no". She hugs her knees, and she sobs. She fills the petal-hearts of her dress with her tears. And as she hiccups, as her chest hurts from the steady thoughts and the terrible weight of knowledge... Her loud crying deafens her to the sounds of another's footsteps.

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A woman steps out from the light. As her foot falls one last time, the sharp sound of it reaches Vita's ear. She hurriedly picks up her head, suddenly afraid. With the brightness of the day behind her, the woman is a figure enshrouded in void. The right of her face—her eye?—it catches light and shines through the shade. Curious if it's glass catching that light, Vita lifts her head higher and can there see the woman's left eye blinking. Vita's breath stops in her throat. Not only is it another person, here and now... ... it is a person with a flower blooming from her right eye.}}

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