故事模式剧情详表 (移动版):修订间差异

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In fact,that time has already passed.<br><br>It's long ago,gone.The world and life she once knew is now only a shapeless memory.
In fact,that time has already passed.<br><br>It's long ago,gone.The world and life she once knew is now only a shapeless memory.
===5-2===
解锁条件:完成[[#5-1|5-1]],购入[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求:采用[[搭档#5.忘却(Lethe)|忘却]]通过[[Moonheart]]
====中文剧情====
只是,「死亡」本该截然不同。<br>形存则神存,形灭则神灭——在她的生命历程中,此为公理,[死亡」自然也不是谜题。<br>不存在转生来世;那些有关天堂,乃至十八层地狱的故事,<br>都仅仅是远古时代的道德主义者才会推崇的无稽之谈——<br>人出生于那个世界,在那里活着,在那里死去,在那里迎来结局。<br>那么这地方究竟又是何处?她到底苏醒于什么未知的领域?<br>到底是哪里……这里到底是什么地方?<br>不过也是……或许她根本没有必要纠结这个问题吧?
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“嗯……”<br><br>她蹲坐在灯塔之巅,俯视着脚下的无尽荒漠。纯白、无际的纯白、整片大地延伸着纯白……<br>而就在那边,有着玻璃碎片:那些名叫「Arcaea」的碎片。<br>她逍遥地用手托着下巴,慵懒的目光投向那座朝左面延伸而去的桥梁。少女并不清楚那座桥会通向何处。<br><br>“呼……”她长呼出一口气,站起身的同时将手探向了臀部后方的那把长镰。<br>时过境迁,这把镰刀的用途已不尽相同,但辅助她四处游走仍旧不在话下。<br>——无意识地挥手抚弄着刘海,指尖轻轻碰触到左角的前段。<br><br>对啊……差点都忘了这件事。<br>迄今为止,她于Arcaea之中见证了如此多的回忆……<br>但自始至终,她都未曾寻找到哪怕一片能够代表头顶长着双角的人类。
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在这片由玻璃碎片而点缀的世界之中,她确实花了不少的时间去观察、分类那些回忆。<br>毕竟说到底,那些碎片中的各种回忆是这世界里唯一能够吸引住她的事物。<br>她就这样保存它们,像是记录情报一般。<br>不容置疑的是,这些记录根本丝毫无法证实她所属的种族位于任何领域的存在性。<br><br>她所属的种族是……?<br>种族……种族?如此假设究竟合理吗?<br>难道说,她活着的时候也曾身为“哪一种族的成员”,参与着某种不可告人的心灵园艺?<br>这也并不意味着那些过往要放在此时还会显得有多重要,<br>但说不定尝试弄清那些往事就能离彻底唤醒旧时的“她”更进一步。<br>……也就是诸如此类的想法。管它那么多呢。<br><br>此时此刻,该去尝试对那几团玻璃碎片做一番鉴定了一一<br>那片被她称之为「家」的Arcaea究竟处在何方,有哪些碎片仍旧残存,又有哪些是新出现的……<br>这样想着的她从灯塔上踱步而下,随时准备开始新一轮的例行公事。
====英文剧情====
But this isn't what death was meant to be.<br><br>There was no mystery to it in her life:what happened to the dead was what happened.There was no "next<br>world",only that which you were born in,lived in,and died in.Something like heaven…hell…even purgatory:<br>these were moralists' tales which only seemed valid in the most ancient of times.<br><br>So what is this place? What is this mysterious realm that she one day awakened to? What might it be? What<br>might it be? <br><br>Well…does it really matter?
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"Hm…"<br><br>She sits knees-up on top of a lighthouse,overlooking desert.White.White,and more white…and there,<br>glass."Arcaea"is its name.With her chin in her hand,she casts a languid gaze toward a bridge extending left.<br>She doesn't know where that one goes.<br><br>"Phew…"She exhales and stands,taking the scythe from off her hip.It doesn't work quite the same here,but<br>she can still utilize it for travel.Unconsciously,she brushes her bangs the other way.In doing so she grazes<br>the front side of her left horn with her fingertips.
Right…right.To this day,of all the memories she can find within the Arcaea…she hasn't found a single one<br>with any horned humans represented.
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With these memories being really the only attention-grabbers in this world fashioned from glass,she's spent<br>quite a bit of time watching and cataloguing them.Keeping them,like records.And indeed,those records<br>don't even hint at her race having ever existed anywhere.<br><br>Her race is…Race…Race? Is that a safe assumption to make? Was she part of a"people"when she was alive,<br>participating in spiritual horticulture? Not that it maters now,but perhaps remembering more clearly will<br>unlock more of her old self..Something like that,anyway.<br><br>For now,it's time to evaluate which shards of glass have left the part of Arcaea she calls home,which have <br>remained,and which are new.She moves to step from the lighthouse,ready for her new routine.