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==Main(主线)==

===1-1===

Her first impression was that she'd awakened to a cloud of glass butterflies.<br>"How pleasant," she thought, "that these figures can move as well. Where are the strings?"<br><br>She sat onto her knees, fixed her dress, and found that there were no strings, and these were not<br>butterflies. Glass shards, flying on their own. "Delightful!" she felt, and so she said it.<br><br>The glass reflected another world than the one in white surrounding her. In it she could see reflections<br>of seas, cities, fires, lights; she rose her hand to scatter them, and laughed in joy.<br><br>She didn't know these pieces of glass had a name: Arcaea.<br>To tell the truth, they were so beautiful that it didn't matter the name.<br>She entertained herself by touching them, swirling them, watching them. That was enough, no?<br><br>There were six questions to ask: who, what, where, when, why, and how.<br>Of these questions, she asked none and desired no answers, content instead to bask in the glow of Arcaea.<br>This was her meeting with a new world.}}

===1-2===

But questions come inevitably.<br><br>The girl stands amidst the spiral of glass and wonders, "But really, what are these?"<br>Portals? Windows? Memories?<br><br>This last answer, "memories", strikes a chord with her. "They're memories," she says, faintly. And like that,<br>her questions stop.<br><br>For some reason, this is a place all full of memories. Whose memories, or of what, she can't tell for certain,<br>but her questioning has already ended.<br><br>For some reason the glass follows her. She can't hold any of it, but it comes to her nonetheless. On a whim,<br>she decides she will begin gathering it.<br><br>Piece by piece.<br>For no reason at all.}}

===1-3===

Without a clock, she has no sense for how many days or hours she has walked, but there is a new certainty<br>in her head...<br><br>There is beauty in a memory, that's what she finds herself believing. Thinking about it, a memory is never<br>certain, can change with the times, and yet is the nearest thing to a concrete piece of the past. It can be<br>bitter or sweet, and she thinks in either case they're quite enchanting.<br><br>For now she will see what memories she can, of these other places and people, and appreciate them for<br>their beauty. In the first place, these Arcaea flicker and glow splendidly in this strange and ruined world.<br>It's easy to fancy it all, and that they show memories makes it easier.<br><br>Humming, hands aloft, and stepping down broken paths, she brings what seems to be memories fit for an<br>entire world with her, following behind in a shining stream. Memories of an ugly, pretty world...<br><br>"How nice..." She sighs, she smiles, and serenity becomes her, it seems, too well.<br>But there’s nothing to worry about.<br>A pleasant, simple world like this need only be pleasant. Nothing more.}}

===1-4===

 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。

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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.

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===1-5===

 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。

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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.

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===1-ZR===

 解锁条件：完成[[#1-5|1-5]],购入[[Luminous Sky]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[光（Zero）|光（Zero）]]通过[[Ether Strike]]

 “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。

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 “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.

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===1-7===

 解锁条件：完成[[#1-5|1-5]],购入[[Luminous Sky]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Fracture Ray]]

 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。

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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.

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===1-8===

 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。

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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.

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===1-9===

 解锁条件：完成[[#1-8|1-8]],购入[[Luminous Sky]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[光（Fracture）|光（Fracture）]]通过[[Fracture Ray]]

 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。

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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.

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===2-1===

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===2-4===

 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。

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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.

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===2-5===

 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。

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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.

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===2-D===

 解锁条件：完成[[#2-5|2-5]],购入[[Vicious Labyrinth]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[对立（Axium）|对立（Axium）]]通过[[Axium Crisis]]

 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。

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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.

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===2-7===

 解锁条件：完成[[#2-5|2-5]],购入[[Vicious Labyrinth]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Grievous Lady]]

 可能她需要为自己的情况感到担忧，因为她的心忽然剧痛起来。<br><br>她后退了一步，手捂着嘴，眼中是一片迷茫。她如今正站在一座更加巨大而充满苦痛的，<br>如塔楼一般的迷宫中。但她只是一个扑腾跪倒下去。<br>而在触及地面之前，地板结构土崩瓦解，先她一步向下坠落起来。<br><br>映射后悔时日的那些回忆如同披风包裹着她，而属于塔楼的回忆由一阵缓慢的雨点化作了一场<br>倾盆大雨。她与这迷宫好似石块一般下落着。本应该因极快的下坠速度而感到恐惧的她，<br>却被混乱支配了思绪。<br><br>她落入了一片由来自其他世界的欢乐回忆所组成的海洋之中。<br>她与那崩坏的迷宫所带来的浪潮巨大无比。玻璃以既丑陋又美丽的形式相撞推挤。<br>她跪坐在这场风暴的中心。

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Perhaps she should have worried, because her heart was suddenly in pain.<br><br>She drew back, covered her mouth, and her eyes went wide in confusion. She had been standing on the<br>floor of a gigantic and bitter maze that doubled as a tower, but she now began to fall to her knees. Before<br>she hit the ground, the structure began to break and fall first.<br><br>The memories of sorrowful days that she had gathered came around her like a cloak, the tower's memories<br>turned from a falling slow rain into a downpour. She and the maze fell like stones, and although she should<br>have been terrified to drop so far and so fast, all she could feel was confusion.<br><br>She splashed down into a sea of the fragmented happiness of other worlds. The waves she and the crashing<br>labyrinth caused were immense. Glass pushed against glass in a way that could be described as both ugly<br>and beautiful, and she knelt at the center of that storm.

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===2-8===

 少女在踏入这纯白色的荒废世界中时，曾有着多样的情感。在大部分时间，她所感受到的是愤怒之情，<br>但她已经可以把那愤怒转变为一种离奇的希望。的确，她并没有任何有效的计划。<br>实际上，她向前走的动力只是因为她相信路程的尽头会有什么美好的事物。她曾经满怀希望。<br>她曾确信这些混沌会引领她前往光明。她曾确信那些她所经受的折磨、所面临的恐惧，都可以被打败。<br><br>是的，她曾经感情丰富。她如此强烈地坚信着自己的想法，<br>以至于在她发现一切——事实上——都没有任何目的之后……她感到饱受折磨。<br><br>最悲惨的命运，莫过于曾拥有希望，却眼睁睁地看着它们破灭。少女跪坐在一个诡异的死亡之圈内，<br>眼看着世界逐渐走向末路。这是她第一次感受到被称为悲伤的情感，并且这种情感很快就化作了绝望。<br>Arcaea的世界根本是个毫无意义的世界。这里只保存了各个世界走向灭亡的画面。<br>这里没有任何物质，只有反射出的影像。哪怕是她有时会在路上搜寻到的关于光明与愉快的回忆，<br>都仅仅是源于过去。就像是白昼过后终是黑夜，它们渐渐地导致了这一刻她眼前的世界末日。<br>她的眼中泪水盈眶。<br><br>自从苏醒之后，她感受到了太多事物。

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The girl had felt many emotions since her waking into the white and ruined world. Mostly, she'd felt anger,<br>but she'd been able to turn that anger into a strange sort of hope. True, she didn't have much of a plan. In<br>fact, she was only walking forward because she believed at the end of her steps there would be something<br>good. She had hope. She was certain that this chaos was leading into light. She was certain that the<br>torments she was facing, that the horrors she was holding, could be completely shattered.<br><br>Yes, she was emotional. She felt so strongly that when faced with the idea that no, in fact, nothing had a<br>purpose...she began to suffer.<br><br>The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes. And so the girl sat on her knees in a<br>malformed circle of death, looking at a world coming to its end. This was the first time she had felt the<br>emotion of sadness, and it was quickly turning into despair. The world of Arcaea was a pointless world. It<br>was the manifestation of worlds gone. It had no substance, only the reflections of such. Even the glowing<br>and joyful memories she had sometimes encountered on her way were still only memories of the past. Like<br>night comes after day, they had to have led into the end she now saw spinning slowly in the air before her.<br>Her eyes welled with tears.<br><br>She had felt so much since waking up.

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===2-9===

 解锁条件：完成[[#2-8|2-8]],购入[[Vicious Labyrinth]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[对立（Grievous Lady）|对立（Grievous Lady）]]通过[[Grievous Lady]]

 宛如受石油污染的海洋，那受诅咒的迷宫记忆，与少女吸引而来的回忆碎片一齐摔落下来，<br>与那些抚慰着她的碎片纠缠在了一起。它们大多都搅成了灰色的糊块，<br>有些则像长钉一样从地面猛地窜起。她像个雕像一样站在原地，缓慢地注视着每一片碎片，<br>仅仅是……在计算它们的数量。就算有些尖利的碎片险些在弹起时刺到她的眼睛，<br>她依然只是继续数了下去。<br><br>终于，她抬起了一根手指，与从她面前飞过的碎片打了个招呼。就在一念之间，<br>那些碎片聚集在一起，化作了一只脆弱的蝴蝶。她命令蝴蝶飞向高空，去反射那纯白的世界。<br>而当它归来并告诉了她自己的所见之物时——就在一念之间——她慢慢地撕裂了蝴蝶的翅膀，<br>并使蝴蝶化作了虚无。接着，她走向了那腐败的海洋，<br>让那些仍在她路径上伫立的，那些所有象征着遗失时刻的梁柱，全数爆发、碎裂。

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 ……<br><br>时光逝去，她变了。<br><br>她不再激情地收集回忆。她近乎无意识地走在这世界之中。她知晓了更多关于这个世界与她自己的事——<br>只是不再抱有任何雄心壮志。<br><br>如今，她正在一个破旧坍塌的建筑旁行走着，旋转着她某天在废墟中找到的太阳伞。<br>静悄悄地，一只玻璃组成的生物倒映着痛苦，从天空中向她滑翔过来。<br>这看上去就像是个闪闪发光的粗糙乌鸦，而她认为这只不过是个工具罢了。<br>自塔楼倒塌的那天，她就和混乱满盈的Arcaea融为了一体，甚至已经能够随心所欲地操控它们。<br>它通过自身的方式与她细细低语，诉说着对少女而言遥不可及的苍白世界中的情况。<br>她对那物体怒目而视，使它爆裂开来，化为空气。她也继续行走起来。

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Like an ocean stained with oil, the memories of a cursed labyrinth and the memories she had brought with<br>her all fell and muddled into the soothing glass around her. Most of them churned into a gray mass, some<br>would suddenly jut up from the ground like spikes. She went still, and slowly looked over every shard,<br>just...counting them. Even when memories came shooting up sharply near her eyes, she continued to count.<br><br>Eventually she lifted a finger, beckoning some of the shards toward her. And, with a simple thought, the<br>fragments came together in the shape of a fragile butterfly. She commanded it into the sky, to reflect the<br>world of white, and when it came down again to tell her what it had seen, with a simple thought she slowly<br>tore off each of its wings, and let it fall into nothing. Then, she walked forward from the corrupted sea,<br>willing each pillar of lost time that entered her path to explode and shatter.

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---<br><br>Time passed. She changed.<br><br>She no longer sought to collect memories. She walked through the world mostly absently. She discovered<br>things about it and about herself, but she had no ambitions.<br><br>Now she walked beside an old and crumbling building, twirling a parasol she had found in the ruins some<br>day. Silently, a creature formed of glass reflecting bitter days glided down toward her from the sky. It<br>resembled a glistening and jagged crow, and it was something she considered no more than a tool. After<br>that day at the now-fallen tower, she'd become more in-tune with the chaotic Arcaea and was able to call<br>upon things like this. In its own way, it whispered to her of places beyond her reach in the blinding white<br>world. Glaring at it, she had it burst and fall apart, and she moved on.

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===V-1===

 解锁条件：完成[[#1-9|1-9]],[[#2-9|2-9]],购入[[Luminous Sky]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[光（Fracture）|光（Fracture）]]通过[[Grievous Lady]]<br>

 一股难以控制的扭曲狂喜由她心中一涌而出，但凌驾之上的是空前的渴望。<br>这份情感显现于她的面庞，而象征混沌的少女向那象征光明的少女<br>献出了一抹真诚、无法抑制的微笑。

===V-2===

 在这座既没有墙壁，又不存在屋顶，只能靠着仅剩骨架的长椅与白色的蜡烛辨别出场所的教堂之中，<br>身着黑衣的少女伫立于那幸存的老旧大门旁，凝视着片刻前才遇到的另一人。<br><br>一切都很单纯：长久以来，她的情绪都处于低谷，直到自己的面前终于出现了一个货真价实，有血有肉的人。<br>她并没有感到过于激动。她甚至心如止水。于她脸庞上浮现的那抹微笑仅仅是道敷衍却无法制止的谎言。<br>那段谎言对身着白衣的少女打招呼道，“很高兴见到你”。毫无意义。<br><br>少女用干涸的话语声问道：“你叫什么名字？”也许在曾经，她也如此意识到自己已经太久没有开口说过话。<br><br>“我的……名字？我……我不清楚，”散发光芒的少女如此回应，<br>“你呢？啊——我是指，记得你自己的……名字……”<br><br>她并没有给予回答。“这件事……”是她走神望向那华丽的墙壁时所说的一切。<br><br>纯白色的少女不禁露出了烦闷的表情。

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 而少女残余的过去：那个首先苏醒于这片世界的对立，仍然违抗着这段象征“结局”的未来——<br>抵抗着彻底放弃的想法。她想要得到第二次机会。<br><br>但她并非诚心的答案还不足以激发面前那个女孩的信心。她们的相遇始终被小心翼翼的氛围所笼罩。<br>才恢复感官不久的光早已发现Arcaea的世界远超过了漂亮所能形容的范畴——当然，也远不够被形容为安全。<br><br>尽管如此，两位少女仍会开口交谈，期望局面会向某个更好的方向发展。

In the unwalled, unroofed church, known only by its skeleton chairs and white candles, the girl in black<br>stands near the remaining old gate, looking at the person she's just met.<br><br>It's actually quite simple: she’s been upset for so long, and now a true flesh-and-blood person is finally in<br>front of her. She isn't thrilled. She isn't even excited. The smile on her face is an effortless lie—but it's one<br>she can't help but tell. It says to white-clothed girl before her, "pleasure to meet you." It means nothing.<br><br>"What's your name?" she asks in a dry voice. Maybe, in the past, she'd have realized how long it had been<br>since she'd last spoken.<br><br>"My... name? I... I'm not sure," replies the radiant girl. "Do you? Oh—know your own... name, I mean... "<br><br>She doesn't answer the question. "That's something..." are her only words as she looks off toward an<br>ornate wall.<br><br>The girl in white gives a bothered expression.<br>

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She stares hard at the shadow girl. "If we're in this together," she begins, leaning forward, "then what do<br>you think about staying together? We... We could help each other, and maybe..."<br><br>She stops. The other girl is staring into the empty, canvas-like sky with a blank and uninformative<br>expression. She doesn't seem to be listening, but in truth she has followed every word.<br><br>"Maybe... " the dark girl echoes. It's faint... After her reincarnation into misery, her soul itself had felt like<br>a dull, grim abyss. However, when she heard this proposal, something inside her shimmered—very briefly<br>and very weakly. However, as she is now, even something as tiny as that was able to pierce the shroud of <br>frustration that had been endlessly choking her since she'd reawakened.

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===V-3===

 她们的交谈持续着。<br><br>“要是我们能够用名字相互称呼，事情的确会好很多呢，”对立用沙哑的声音说道。<br>她的双目再次开始失去象征生命的光辉。<br><br>另一位少女——光——留意到这一事后，不禁略感不适。<br>“是呢。我并不是很愿意去思考这种事：身在这个遍布回忆的世界的我们，脑海中却没有任何记忆，”<br>她承认道。<br><br>此时此刻，她们正坐在同一张长凳之上，尽管相距甚远。她们来到了这曾为第一排座椅的地方，<br>而前方的几个台阶则连接着一面宽大空旷的平台。白衣少女无精打采地注视着她的新朋友，眼中满是担忧。<br>而黑衣少女则是扫视着面前那宽敞的空间、那片天空，以及那些浮夸而又死气沉沉的建筑结构——<br>但这么做的她，其实似乎对那些事物没抱有任何兴趣。<br><br>正在仰望天空之际，她突发奇想地说起话。“这玻璃……你知道它们叫什么吗？”<br><br>“呃？喔……总之，虽然不太清楚原因，但我知道它们叫作‘Arcaea’。”

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 闪烁于黑暗少女心中的微光逐渐淡作虚弱的光芒，随之而来的是钻心的疼痛。这明明不是事实，她想到。<br>这一切经历并不是如此简单，她陷入沉思。她失败了，而过去的她早就与那迷宫一同土崩瓦解。<br>自那以后，她便失去了一切情感——就算情感再次于她心中燃起，所谓的情感却仅仅包含着蔑视。<br>甚至在与这女孩相遇之时，她唯一的渴望便是用小刀刺穿这女孩的身体。<br><br>那番话语并不正确，她根本没有拯救自己。只是……也许她的确不是单纯寻找着能供她摧残的对象。<br>也许她只是在等待一个能够给予她最后一线希望的奇迹发生。优柔寡断的光实在无法直接赋予她安慰，<br>但这女孩的存在本身与她那毫无敌意的心灵却始终暗示着一件事：<br>她，可能就是那一道才诞生不久的，最后的光芒。

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Their conversation continues.<br><br>"It would certainly be nice if we had names to share," says Tairitsu in a fraying voice. Her eyes are again <br>beginning to lose the shine of life.<br><br>The other girl, Hikari, notices that with some discomfort. "Yes, I can't say I like to think about it: not having<br>any memories in a world filled with them," she admits.<br><br>At the moment, they sit upon the same pew, though not close. They've gone to what was once the front row,<br>and a few steps in front of them lead up to a wide, flat floor. The girl in white is slouched, watching her new <br>acquaintance with worry painting her gaze. The girl in black is examining the empty place in front of them,<br>the sky, the dead and distant grandiose architecture—but she does so seemingly without concern or interest.<br><br>While watching, she begins to speak unprompted. "This glass. Do you know a name for it?"<br><br>"Huh? Oh... Well, for whatever reason, I know the name 'Arcaea'."

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The shimmer inside the dark girl's chest becomes a faint glow, and an ache pulses through her.<br>That's not true, she thinks. It isn't that simple, she thinks. She failed, and the old her died that day when<br>the labyrinth collapsed. She'd felt nothing after that, and when feeling came back to her, it was nothing but<br>contempt. When she’d met this girl, even, it made her want to do nothing more than take a blade and run<br>her through.<br><br>No, she hasn’t rescued herself. However... perhaps she hasn't simply been seeking someone out to harm.<br>Perhaps the truth is that she’s been awaiting something impossible to give her one last ray of hope.<br>Hikari is too meek and unsure to directly comfort her, but her presence and lack of aggression signal this:<br>she may be that last, fledgling ray.

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===V-4===

 她们两人各站一方。对立单手捂住胸口，手指因连续疾喘所带来的煎熬而加倍施力。<br>她重新振作了起来，而这一切都得归功于那位白衣女孩。光赠予了她珍贵的最后一次安慰。<br>这一切并未注定走向结局。在这纯白又刺眼的地狱之中，还存在最后一条能够使她逃离一切梦魇的道路。<br><br>尽管虚弱无力，但在深吁出一口气之际，一抹真诚的微笑仍是显现于她的脸庞。<br>“让我们一起做件有意义的事吧，”她敞开心扉道，<br>“让我们搞清楚这愚蠢而又荒谬的世界究竟是怎么一回事。”<br><br>“这世界也——也没有多愚蠢啦，”光温和地反驳道，略微用力地微笑着。<br>她并不全心全意地喜欢这另一位少女，但至少能确认一件事：<br>虽然表面上看不出来，但这女生绝对不是一个邪恶的人——更是似乎……截然相反。<br>而单单这一个事实，便足以成为与她结伴而行的最佳理由。<br>总而言之，一个“好”人……这种话绝对不会被她用来形容自己。

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 “不……我没有。我只是想要和……和你一起找一个办法，<br>”另一位少女这样承认道，话语声中流淌着清晰的消沉。<br><br>在方才一番振作后，对立其实就已经认识到了这一点。这使她暂停了质问。<br>要责骂这位新认识的同伴实在是太过容易了。她知道自己的行为举止蛮横无理。<br>理所当然，不久前才搜寻到一线崭新希望的她，更是能十分容易地察觉自己在这之前是多么冷血。<br>只是，在面对另一个人心中的希望时，她却选择去摧毁那希望。说实话，她难道还不够狭隘？<br>在过去，她脑海中类似的信念使她不仅永远无法体会到满足与平静，更是离解决眼前的问题愈来愈远。<br>不，她的任性只会带领她走向一条污秽而黯淡的荆棘之路。<br>心中怀揣这样的思想，她终于扑灭了心中那注定爆燃的烈焰。<br>若她想要牵起这女孩的手……她就必须同时承担这女孩用双手竭力保护着的希望之光。<br><br>“对……对不起，”她完全抛开了自己过激的感情，低下头真挚地道了歉，<br>“我……其实也有一样的想法。我也想与你一起找出一些新办法。”<br><br>早前因对立的话语而被削弱的自信，如今又被光重拾回心中。她对自己的新朋友说：<br>“没关系的。毕竟，你的确经历过一段我不了解的时光呢。”

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They stand apart, Tairitsu holding a hand over her chest, fingers clenched and struggling as she takes heavy<br>breaths. She is reinvigorated, in no small part thanks to the girl in white. Hikari has given her one precious,<br>final reassurance. It does not have to be the end. One last path out of this white and blinding hell still exists.<br><br>An open, albeit weak, smile cuts along her face as she exhales. "Let's do something," she says. "Let's figure<br>out this stupid, absurd world."<br><br>"I-It's not that stupid," says Hikari in mild protest, smiling herself with just as little strength. She isn't entirely<br>positive about the other girl, but she can tell at least one thing: despite appearances, she isn’t evil.<br>Quite the opposite, it seems. If anything, that alone is reason enough to join hands with this new potential<br>ally. A "good" person... is not exactly how she'd readily describe herself, after all.

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"No... I don't. I wanted to find—to find a plan with you," admits the other girl, and dismay is clear in her tone.<br><br>And Tairitsu, in her recent recovery, recognizes this. It makes her pause. It had been too easy to lash out<br>at this new acquaintance. She knew she wasn't being reasonable. Indeed, having just found herself with<br>burgeoning hope again, she could clearly see how cold she’d been until their meeting. And yet, when faced<br>with another’s hope, she'd attacked. Truly, was she that petty? In the past, this conviction of hers has never<br>brought her satisfaction or peace, much less resolution. No, her willfulness has only ever led her down a<br>dark, thorny path stained with gloom. With this in mind, she extinguishes the fire rising in her heart that<br>had been so sure of its need to burn. If she wants to take this girl's hand... she cannot reject the ideas it holds.<br><br>"I... I'm sorry," she apologizes, her passion now fully relinquished. She lowers her head for a moment.<br>"I... feel the same. I want to work to find something new as well."<br><br>Hikari regains a bit of her self-assurance, which had been brought low before Tairitsu. She tells her new<br>friend, "It's alright. You've had a time here I could probably never understand."

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===V-5===

 结局。

<br>

<br>

 恐惧猛烈地冲击着她的全身。伴随着那永远不愿再次遭遇不幸的决意，<br>那一刹那，对立在没有任何预警的情况下靠近了光，<br>准备彻底夺走她的性命。

The girl adorned in shadows peers through the broken window into another time.<br>Her smile returns.

<br>

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===VS-1===

 解锁条件：购入[[Black Fate]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Equilibrium]]

 光。<br>对立。<br><br>假设她们知晓对方的名字，甚至仅仅是清楚自己本人的姓名——若真如此，<br>二人自始至今的感受也会发生改变吗？<br>“光”与“对立”……存在于这片光怪陆离的世界之中，此般崇高的称呼……<br>若真如此，她们是否又会静下心来思考蕴藏于自己姓名的深层含义——也会走上截然不同的道路吗？<br><br>抑或者无论发生何种分歧、矛盾，无论曾经做出哪些抉择，在何时得到幸运的眷顾——<br>随之产生偏移的世界线，却终将收束至二人此刻的水火不容？<br><br>光并不会知晓确切的答案。她直至如今都不知道自己的名字。<br>而在这相同的前提下，对立却命中注定被自己的知识所诅咒。<br>她心中早已清楚，二人间的这场针锋相对，无论如何都会来临。<br><br>不可能会产生任何改变。原本一切就不会发生改变。<br><br>白衣少女与黑衣少女，绝不可能和睦相处。<br><br>这一切必然因果，最终只会导致——

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 “呃啊！”<br><br>当面前那位宿敌将刀刃划向她时，光随之发出一声惊叫。她立刻举起手，而玻璃碎片也随之互相冲击。<br>碎片悬停于空中，闪闪发亮——丝毫没有受到损伤。<br>而透过自身碎片所倒映的景象，光终于窥见了自己那张因恐慌与痛苦而变得煞白的脸庞。<br><br>一次流露真情实意的交流——却造成了这场令人心碎的冲突。<br><br>对面那女孩的力量实在是太强了——光被冲击得缩起身子，反射般地朝后一退。<br>她的皮肤此刻已经冰凉。<br>她这才察觉到自己近乎无法呼吸。<br><br>少女充满敌意的视线已经无限接近自己。<br>望向那杀意的瞳孔，光意识到那股近乎将自己心脏撕裂的恐惧并不来源于那女孩的袭击。<br>根本不是那样……<br>并不是因为对立的刀刃已经逼迫得越来越近，转眼便要切入自己绷紧的喉咙，<br>而自己却几乎无法做出任何反抗。根本不是那样。

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Hikari.<br>Tairitsu.<br><br>If they knew each other’s names, if they even knew their own, would that change how they had felt from<br>then until now? “Light” and “Conflict”... Names so lofty, in a world so bizarre, so outlandish...<br>Would they have considered the meanings, and found different paths?<br><br>Or would any divergence, any turn or taking of a choice, any circumstance or odd spin of fortune’s wheel<br>still have set the two girls into inevitable dissent and discord?<br><br>Hikari, who still does not know her name, would be unsure. Tairitsu, likewise, is however damned with<br>fateful knowledge, and knows dissent and discord between them will always be.<br><br>Nothing will change. Nothing would.<br><br>The girl in white and the girl in black cannot reconcile.<br><br>This, all of this, may only lead to—

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 “Ah!”<br><br>Hikari’s voice escapes her when the blade of her foe comes. She raises her hand at once, and with it,<br>glass strikes against glass. It holds, it shines—unbroken, and in her piece Hikari can see her own pale face,<br>agonized and frightened.<br><br>A heartfelt conversation has led to this—to a heart-pounding clash.<br><br>She takes a single step in retreat as her body bends from the force of the other girl’s strength.<br>Her skin goes cold; she finds she can’t breathe.<br><br>She realizes there, looking deep into the now-close eyes of the girl attacking her that her being attacked<br>is not the source of the fright clawing and gripping at her insides. It is not that, nor the fact she can<br>hardly resist as the push of Tairitsu’s blade inches her own nearer and nearer to her taut neck.

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===VS-2===

 让这一切和平终结。<br>找寻能够妥协的台阶。<br>不能变得软弱。不能变得畏缩不前。<br><br>光稳稳地抓住了这丝信念。她反击了。<br><br>她们早已自无数的回忆中目睹并体会过战争所会带来的痛苦。<br>只可惜，那些无关二人性命的记忆，归根究底无法与此刻这场货真价实的战斗相提并论。<br><br>二人临场打造的刀刃，冷酷无情地相互撞击。<br>对立的攻击只得形容为果决而精准，其中是满溢的恶毒。<br>而光的一系列行动只是透露着一种绝望的韵味。哪怕步伐只是遭受毫厘的闪失，<br>对方的致命攻击便足以夺走自己的性命。而她却仅仅是在防卫自身；她没有做出任何多余的举动。<br>若是能够不施展蛮力解决这一切，她早会刻不容缓地完成使命。<br><br>悬挂于空中的吊灯与数排长椅——这座教堂遗址之中散乱的标志性物体，成为了二人混战时的阻碍。<br>而她们则行动于这条走道之上。对立朝着光的脚部疾冲而去。<br>尽管如此，光却没有躲闪，却是举起那片曾给予她救赎的碎片，随时准备招架即将到来的上斩。

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 只是斩击并未如期而至——<br>晃眼间，闪现在眼前的竟是那把漆黑的阳伞：随着刺耳的破空声，残忍地捅向她的防线。<br><br>“唔嗝、呃啊……！”<br>痛到喘不过气。整只手仿佛烈火灼烧般疼痛。小拇指——她坚信自己的小拇指一定是被折弯了。<br>异象残片瞬间便滑落出脱力的手掌。意识到自己变得手无寸铁，疼痛折磨下的她迅疾地选择朝后方闪避。<br><br>就连光自己都吃了一惊——自己居然能如此平稳地脚跟落地。<br>并未迟疑，趁此再次朝后方跃去，裙摆随着移动轨迹飞舞空中，<br>这才察觉自己在千钧一发之际躲开了对面的另一招。<br>几乎是贴着自己站立的长椅挥过，命悬一线。<br>这一场纷争，真的无法仅靠语言平息吗？

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Let this end peacefully.<br><br>Find common ground.<br><br>Don’t be weak. Don’t falter.<br><br>With these thoughts in mind, Hikari pushes back.<br><br>They have both seen and felt the throes of battle within near countless memories, but vicarious<br>recollections are no substitute for a genuine struggle between life and death.<br><br>Their impromptu blades meet again, entirely without grace. Tairitsu’s strikes stay vicious and direct,<br>while Hikari’s movements are desperate, forever a hair away from a harmful, fatal slip. She only defends;<br>she does nothing more. If she could stop this without violence, she’d do so in a heartbeat.<br><br>Their flurried tussle is hampered by the peculiar surroundings of the broken church: lamps and benches<br>placed under a sky. The two move between the aisles. Tairitsu darts toward Hikari’s feet, but her target<br>remains planted. Hikari lifts the piece of glass that had once served to rescue her, bracing for the rising cut.

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But a cut does not come. Instead it is that black parasol: tearing up quickly through the air and cruelly into<br>her waiting guard.<br><br>“Gh...! Hah...!” she groans, panting. It feels like fire has swallowed her hand, and her small finger—she<br>swears it must have been bent. Her anomalous piece flies from her grasp, and as soon as she is without a<br>weapon, the pained girl withdraws immediately.<br><br>To her own surprise, Hikari lands after her first leap with no waver, no fall. She leaps back again, her dress<br>fluttering, and she finds herself standing atop the pews just in time to avoid another coming blow.<br>So close... Can this not be ended with words?

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===VS-3===

 光的呼吸节奏被再次打断。她下意识地飞速将手搭在了左脸前方。<br>移开手心，却只瞧见那抹沾染手指，玷污掌心的色彩。很不幸——她已经对种颜色十分熟悉。<br>又一次……如同彼时那般，浑身冰冷。<br><br>朝后方摔落而去的间隙，她紧紧地环抱住自己，试图硬生生地止住双臂剧烈的颤抖。<br>她咽下了嘴中聚积的唾液。<br><br>再接着，用那几近失去音量的话语声，哀求道：<br><br>“住手……”<br><br>尔后，仅是稍微响亮了些许：<br><br>“请住手……”<br><br>又一片尖锐无比的碎玻璃好似离弦之箭一般急射而来。光随之躲闪——尽管留给自己的反应时间并不超过一秒。<br>碎片眼看就要成功刺入她的上臂。幸好最终只是擦臂而过。<br><br>她终归大喊道：“请住手！！”

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 光回想起了面前那女孩曾述说的那段过往经历。<br>她石化在了原地。她明白对立是什么意思。<br><br>“我才不是……那种……”她嘟哝道，语气中略带着防卫性。<br>又一枚碎玻璃，如同出膛子弹般掠过她的耳旁。<br><br>她紧紧闭起了自己的双眼，任由眼泪被压迫得夺眶而出。<br><br>如果她的愿望是活下来……<br><br>……那无论如何，她都不能在这一刻放弃。

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Hikari loses her breath again. Her hand flies to the left side of her face. She withdraws it, seeing that an<br>unfortunately now-familiar color has tainted her fingers—her palm. Once more... she goes cold.<br><br>Still falling back, she grips both of her arms, trying to quell their trembling.<br>She swallows the saliva filling her mouth.<br><br>And, quietly, she pleads:<br><br>“Stop...”<br><br>And only a bit louder:<br><br>“Please, stop...”<br><br>Another shard of glass drives through the air like an arrow, and she avoids it though she was given only a<br>second for its approach. It goes past where her upper arm, its target, had been.<br><br>And she shouts, “Please stop!”

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And Hikari, recalling what this girl had told her of her past, is brought still upon realizing that she can<br>perfectly understand what that means.<br><br>“I’m not... that...” she mumbles in defense. Another bullet of glass comes, shooting past her ear.<br><br>She shuts her eyes, forcing tears out of them.<br><br>If she is to survive...<br><br>...she cannot give up.

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===VS-4===

 争执中的两人，不费吹灰之力地撞碎了钢制的大门，好似那仅仅是快木板。<br>此刻的黑衣少女朝着白衣少女猛冲而去。那些记忆的碎片则好似一片混沌般飞舞缠绕着二人。<br><br>反抗——却从不主动攻击。<br>尽管她已经诚心诚意地决定接受战斗，光的心中却始终存有一丝希望：这根本没有必要成为一场见血的纷争。<br>虽然如此，就算她操控这些玻璃的技巧尚未娴熟；就算她没有分毫的战斗经验——她也绝不会让步。<br><br>玻璃仓促地在她身后拼凑成一面护盾，不断地精确阻截着对立所施放的长枪的迂回背刺。<br>光此时的视线，远比玻璃碎片更加锐利。<br>她保持机警地试图压制面前的暗之少女——并争取让这场战斗和平终结。<br>通过武力。<br><br>遗憾的是，知之非难,行之不易。

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 她们此刻是平手状态。两方所各自钦定的Arcaea，此刻正由那光滑的表面散射出光球与剧烈的光线。<br><br>确实，她们始终不相上下……直到对立改变了目标。<br>表面上正企图冲破对方防线，对立却悄无声息地将自己的碎片群重定向一番，送至了光的身体右侧。<br><br>这一举动造成的影响不可估量。在魔光闪烁般的爆炸中，光的单侧膝盖失去了平衡。<br>紧随其后，对立阴险狡诈的目光随着手中的阳伞一同朝前方刺去。<br>阳伞的尖端正指向那原本的目标部位：她对手的前额。<br><br>完全没有一丝踌躇。电光火石间的瞬息一刺。<br><br>光死死地闭上了双眼。对立皱紧了眉头。

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They erupt from the gate, crashing through it as if it were a pane instead of metal. Shards of memory whirl<br>around them in chaos as the girl in black lunges at the girl in white.<br><br>Pushed back, and never pushing forth; though she has chosen to fight earnestly, there is still a hope in<br>Hikari’s heart that this does not have to end in bloodshed. Yet still, even if her sway over the glass is not<br>nearly as deft, even if she is entirely unpracticed, she truly won’t give in.<br><br>Glass shields her back in a slapdash, patchwork pattern, constantly shifting to stop Tairitsu’s roundabout<br>spears from ever hitting their marks. Hikari’s eyes are sharper than that glass, ever vigilant to pin the<br>dark girl down; to end this peacefully, through force.<br><br>Nothing about it is simple, however.

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They’re even, each holding down her position as points and rays of light shine from the smooth faces of<br>their chosen Arcaea.<br><br>They remain even, in fact, until Tairitsu shifts her focus. Instead of aiming past the other girl’s guard, with<br>no tell she decides to redirect and send down her flock on Hikari’s right side.<br><br>The impact is massive. With an explosion of glints and glamor, it forces Hikari to stumble down to a knee.<br>Then and there, glaring darkly, Tairitsu lifts and points her black umbrella, its tip revealing the intended<br>destination: the front of her opponent’s skull.<br><br>She spares no hesitation. The strike comes in an instant.<br><br>Hikari shuts her eyes. Tairitsu’s brow twists.

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===VS-5===

 序幕之刻，好似一场暴风。<br><br>如今这成百上千的坠落碎片均受到光的操控，却看似只是在毫无秩序地四下乱窜。<br>尽管此刻已轮到光发号施令，她却显然还没有驾轻就熟。<br><br>对立的脸上明摆着忧愤。她暂时朝后撤退起来。<br>此时的光，身形已经湮没于星罗棋布的锐利「记忆」之中。<br>她正屏气凝神地蜷缩膝盖，试图集中施展自己这股全新全异的力量。<br><br>对立迅速勘测了周身地表的情形，仰头紧盯着高空中由光制造的暴风。她将一只手掌高举过头，心中思绪涌动。<br>——若要战胜暴风，则需呼唤疾雨。<br><br>潜匿于地平线彼端的城市废墟与纯白山脉的玻璃碎片——<br>数凌千计的玻璃碎片，皆数响应着对立的号召，降临了此处。<br>相对于光手下桀骜不驯的群魔乱舞，对立的军队远远显得要更加井然有序，队列更是完美无瑕。<br><br>盘踞于纯黑之少女背后的碎片，纹理俨然是一朵巨大的玫瑰。<br>宛若旋流般，玫瑰的花瓣被一片片地剥落而下，精确而迅速地切入那层层保卫着纯白之少女的飓风。

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 光因而只能挺直身躯——尽管她的心中满溢着恐惧。她被迫以包含规律的弹幕加以回击。<br><br>弧光残影，千华缭乱。相距甚远的两人卷起这场雨横风狂的宿命之争。<br>若是由数里之外加以眺望，此般景象正如对立所盼，好像两场风暴彼此间的激烈冲撞。<br>风雨相争，创造电闪雷鸣，周身汹涌起伏的黯云有如一场华丽的爆炸般，于这场战斗中螺旋相缠。<br>如同凶猛乖戾的自然力量，致使风云大乱。<br><br>在这银白渲染的波涛之下，两名女孩相互对峙。<br>燃烧于她们心中的是熊熊炽焰。<br><br>凌空齐射的碎片也无法伤及对方分毫；二人在迅速躲闪攻击的同时也并未驻守原地，<br>而是开始疾跑——疾跑于Arcaea的荒原之上，穿梭在玻璃汇聚而成的枪林弹雨之中，<br>不时回避着因爆裂而产生的高速弹片。<br>碎玻璃对二人穷追不舍。<br>碎玻璃将二人阻截于半路。<br>碎玻璃不断尝试着刺入二人的双脚，这是二人试图将对方牢牢固死在原地。

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It begins like a storm.<br><br>The falling glass, now under Hikari’s command, begins to dart everywhere and every way without order.<br>Though the shards are hers to control, she cannot grasp how to truly use them for a little while.<br><br>Tairitsu, aggravation and concern plain on her face, retreats. Hikari is thus left hidden in a swarm of<br>edged memories, crouched and still as she concentrates on her newfound power.<br><br>Tairitsu surveys the land, looking to the sky and to Hikari’s storm. She holds a hand up over her head,<br>and thinks: to fight a storm, one must summon a deluge.<br><br>Thus, from distant cities and white mountains, the glass of a thousand and more memories are<br>immediately pulled by her call. Unlike Hikari’s untamed flurry, Tairitsu’s flock is a pattern,<br>immaculately composed.<br><br>Behind the girl in black, the glass assumes the shape of a giant rose, its petals falling one by one in<br>swirling descents, slicing cleanly through the squall shielding the girl in white.

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And Hikari—now standing, though afraid—can only respond in patterned kind.<br><br>Bloom after bloom and chain after chain follow in their maddening, frantic, distant combat. From miles off,<br>it seems things are exactly as Tairitsu wished: a clash of two storms. Rain fighting rain, “lightning” flashing<br>throughout, and their undulating “clouds” joining the fray by bursting, spiraling, and flowing in an explosive<br>display—a sparkling tumult of furious natural powers.<br><br>And beneath the whirling and silver floods stand two girls, each with a blaze in her heart.<br><br>Each avoid volleys of shards by mere millimeters, and they begin to run as they fight rather than holding<br>their ground. Rushing through Arcaea’s plains, they cast glass artilleries and skid along the shining earth<br>as their improvised bullets fall and scatter like shrapnel. Glass pursues, glass cuts off their routes, glass<br>aims for feet in an attempt to pin the enemy in place.

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===VS-6===

 她在此处的旅途，无异于身临地狱。<br><br>自诞生以来便已然踏入地狱中心——<br>或者说，自己也许根本就没得到过踏出第一步的机会吧？<br>苏醒而来的她冒险踏入了外部的世界，但随之邂逅的苦痛与厄运好似暗潮般唐突地毁掉了她的旅途。<br>之后，那两个灾祸的象征便紧紧地跟随着她。

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 她的身前，光短暂地止住了步伐。她察觉到了面前那名对手态度的明显转变。<br>的确有什么变化产生。<br>恐惧。<br><br>所以，真理就是如此。我已知晓真理。<br><br>对立早已目睹「现实」被禁锢的真理。而只需明白这一真理，她便会拥有力量。但若两者兼具，通晓万事……<br>通晓万事，又有什么用？<br><br>本已凝固的思绪，如同被再次强行乱搅一番。<br>那股盘踞于她胸腔内的无尽苦涩逐渐一路蔓延而上，沾染了自己的舌根，钻入牙缝之中。<br>她的嘴唇扭曲得好似一抹忧郁而感性的微笑。<br>忧郁而感性，却毫无疑问地，怪诞地——快乐。

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Her journey in this place has been hell.<br><br>Hell from her birth to her first steps—no, even first steps were denied to her, weren’t they? <br>She’d ventured outside of where she’d first awakened, and not long after her journey was abruptly and<br>mercilessly stopped by a torrent of misery and tragedy. Ever since then, those two things had been<br>doggedly following her.

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Before her, Hikari stops briefly, noticing the obvious shift in her aggressor’s demeanor.<br>There’s a change. There’s fear.<br><br>So, that’s it. That’s everything.<br><br>Tairitsu glimpsed the truth of this cage dubbed “reality”. With that truth, she’s claimed power.<br>And with both, knowing everything... Knowing everything, what exactly would change?<br><br>Her feelings curdle and churn. The endless bitterness packed in her chest flows out of it and courses<br>through her—onto her tongue, into her teeth. Her lips twist into a morose and bitterly maudlin grin.<br>Morose and maudlin, but undoubtedly, strangely, mirthful.

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===VS-7===

 解锁条件：完成[[#VS-6|VS-6]]，购入[[Black Fate]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Tempestissimo]]

 “战斗势均力敌”——这样的美梦破灭了。与此一同瓦解的，还有光那终于开始动摇的希望。

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 她的思维，也逐渐开始消逝。

The illusion of an even match shatters, and with its destruction Hikari’s hope finally begins to waver.

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===VS-???===

 被隐藏的Story剧情，需要进行解锁才可显示<br>解锁条件：完成[[#VS-7|VS-7]]，购入[[Black Fate]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Arcahv]]

 而此刻，就在彻底失去思考能力后，光的求生本能终于开始运作——那种古老，曾被遗忘的本能反应。

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And now, instincts begin to lurch, old and forgotten, in the wake of those thoughts.

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==Side(支线)==

===3-0===

 又一次的苏醒，同时也是她的第一次。<br><br>任何人于这回忆的世界中苏醒后，脑中记忆都是一片空白。她也不例外。<br><br>不过，当光线映入她的瞳孔时，她感受到了不同寻常的事物。<br>她的心跳首当其冲地加快；激情四射，渐渐涌出的失落感让她近乎咆哮起来。<br>她的手紧抓着覆盖腹部的衣服，心想自己的耳朵可能要被震聋。<br>她的双眼不自觉地眯起来，而她这才意识到自己仅拥有一只眼睛。她的面庞感受到了这一切。<br><br>“什……？”<br><br>她咳嗽几声，然后撑起身子。隔着手套，她触摸到一种可以称得上软绵绵的物质，正牢牢固定于她右眼的所在处。<br>她才发现自己带着手套。朝自己的身体看去后，她不禁疑惑起自己为何会穿着这些衣服。<br>接着，她不禁疑惑起自己为何知道衣服是什么东西。

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 并且，随着时间流逝，她发现的许多线索都指向她脑海中某一项特定的推测。<br><br>她天生具有强烈的自信心与好奇心。这纯白的世界只有着无尽的问题，却从未出现过答案。<br>几天过去了，那些废墟中没有答案显现。几周过去了，这些玻璃内也没有答案显现。<br>可以肯定的是，这世界充斥着玻璃、它们不断地投射着其它形形色色的，<br>更具生机的场所，仿佛在借此奚落着她。源于某种真实事物的回声与痕迹，或者说是这世界本身，<br>遍布着人类发明的仿制品。在这两个月里（虽然真正的时间可能更长），<br>她觉得自己已经看了足够多的画面以坚信某个想法。

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Another awakening, and her first.<br><br>Each one awakens in the world of memories with nothing in her head. She is no exception.<br><br>However, as light filters through her cornea the sensations that grip her are unusual. Her heart stirs first,<br>passionate, and she almost snarls at the building frustration. She grips the clothes over her stomach, and<br>thinks her ears might be deafened. Her eye squints involuntarily, and she realizes with that that she only has<br>a single eye rather than two. She feels around her face.<br><br>“Wha...?”<br><br>She coughs, and pushes herself up. What she felt through her glove was something almost soft, surrounding<br>something very solid in the place of her right eye. She realizes she’s wearing gloves. Looking over her body,<br>she wonders why she’s wearing these clothes. She wonders next why she knows what clothes are at all.

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She was born with conviction and curiosity. The world of white presents questions but no answers. Days<br>pass, and there are no answers within the ruins. Weeks pass, and there are no answers within the glass.<br>Indeed, the world is full of glass, taunting always with views of other, more vivid and varied places. Echoes,<br>imprints of something real, exactly the world itself, so full of what must be copies of human invention.<br>After two months, though it could be more, she feels she has seen enough to believe something, and<br>with confidence.<br><br>While atop a broken stairway someplace far away now from where she’d awakened some time ago, she<br>gazes at an undulating and segmented portion of the sky: a seemingly broken window to nothing, crafted<br>from over a hundred shards of Arcaea. She becomes sure of herself in this moment. She can bet her<br>judgment is the truth.<br><br>But it’s not enough, and never enough. It can’t be settled with speculation.

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===3-1===

 解锁条件：购入[[Absolute Reason]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Antithese]]

 夜色将至。屋外，太阳所溢出的琥珀色暮光马不停蹄地想要从天际溜走，奈何被草坪中的那几台装置捕捉并卷入，<br>转变为近似月光的柔和射线。<br><br>这场宴会带有种独特的气氛。虽然庄园外一个人都没有，但是对上流人士来说，<br>保持形象似乎比任何事都来得重要。她了解这一切——从一开始便是。她坐在较暗一点的地方，<br>而被捕捉的阳光则重现于她如今无法触及的天花板与阶梯。少女静静地思考着潜藏于那些渊博知识之中的涵义。<br><br>“拉薇妮雅。”<br><br>她的视线从葡萄酒杯上移走。而她的未婚夫（穿着整齐，甚至能用古板来形容，<br>但是姿态相当轻松自如）正站在她的面前。<br><br>“这玻璃杯里装的应该不是葡萄酒，对吧？”<br><br>她用那只正常的眼睛注视着杯中的液体，答道：“这是苹果酒……多纳文。”

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 一如往常，形象的维护是必不可少的。在引线被卷起存入地上的灯笼前，<br>那凹槽中的火焰只把自身的光辉投出几英寸远。房间的其余场所一片黑暗，却使人感到安心。<br>挂在上方的几个灯笼刚好提供了足够让人们进行阅读、辨识各自面孔，<br>以及分配经过了精挑细选的食物和一瓶瓶饮料所需要的光线。在那半面为玻璃的墙壁外部，<br>如今室外景色模糊不清，隐约能够辨识出野花、石头与溪流：笼罩于深蓝夜幕之下，仿佛一条绸缎。<br>宴会上有二十位来宾，一半在这个房间里，其他人可能在大厅或是某处的书房——或许是图书馆也说不定。<br>她所知道的只有这么多。<br><br>她细细品尝了她的苹果酒。从未尝试苹果酒的她，发现这酒也只是真的有味道而已。<br>少女回忆起某种更好的滋味和感觉，但如今她的思绪却被迫集中于舌头上的灼烧感。<br>总体感受：相当地不舒服。她再次肯定了自己的看法。<br><br>她将玻璃杯搁在一旁那张矮桌的奇异桌布上。她坐了下来，凝听、观察着四周，<br>几分心不在焉地抚摸着于她的另一只眼中绽放的花瓣。

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It’s early evening. Outside, the twilight amber flowing out from the sun tries to slip by without pause, but<br>the devices within the surrounding meadows catch and spool it, changing it to rays more similar to what<br>might be cast from the moon.<br><br>The party has a certain atmosphere. Though there are no eyes without the manor, the fact is that<br>maintaining an image is paramount to those of upper echelons. She knows this, all of this, innately. Sitting<br>in a darker place, with sunlight captured and held at ceilings and staircases presently beyond her reach, she<br>considers the implications of this knowledge in calm and in silence.<br><br>“Lavinia.”<br><br>She looks up from her wine glass. The fiancé (dressed very well, almost stuffily, but in casual posture) is<br>standing before her.<br><br>“There isn’t actually wine in that glass, is there?”<br><br>She looks at it through her one proper eye. She answers: “It’s cider... Donovan.”

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As always, images need to be maintained. The fire throws its light only a few feet out from the pit before the<br>threads of it are wound away, stored into lanterns on the floor. The rest of the room is dark, but comforting.<br>It’s a setting to relax within. A few lanterns above give just enough illumination for reading, seeing each<br>other’s faces, and the spread of carefully selected portions of food along with bottles of drink. Just outside<br>the room, through half-glass walls, an almost untame scene of wildflowers, stones, and streams is dimly<br>visible: wrapped in a midnight blue, almost like satin. There are twenty guests at the party, half in this room,<br>the rest in the halls or somewhere in other studies—perhaps the library. This is as much as she knows.<br><br>She drinks her cider, tastes it. She notes that it has a taste at all, not having had much experience with cider<br>herself. She recalls something about a better taste and sensation, but in the moment now she is compelled<br>to focus on the burn along her tongue. Overall: quite unpleasant. That is her determination.<br><br>She puts the glass down on the fanciful doily of the short table beside her. She sits, listens, and watches,<br>touching the flower petals blooming from her other eye rather absently.

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===3-2===

 解锁条件：完成[[#3-1|3-1]],购入[[Absolute Reason]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Corruption]]

 片刻前，她的目光飘忽于灯笼摇曳的光线，现在她则找寻起自己的未婚夫来。<br>她再度伸手拿起玻璃杯，啜了一小口；这样足够让她想起为什么当初要把它搁在一旁了。<br><br>创造世界的事情，根本只是他们脑中不可靠的幻想而已。他们没有更深入地讨论。他们其实并不了解它。<br>那群人究竟说过哪些他们真正感兴趣的话题——说实话，她没法准确地回想起来。真让人心烦意乱。<br>有时候，她甚至觉得他们根本就没在说话。少女开始感到厌烦。她起身离开客厅，走去那些更豪华，<br>更有夜晚魅力的大厅；穿过几间虽有亲切感，但对她而言依然陌生的房间。她将这儿探索了一遍，<br>发现了一条未点灯的漆黑路径，以及几扇把手似乎上了锁，却看不见锁孔的门。能够打开的那些门后方，<br>是几位男女在房里，聊天的声音小到听不清楚。<br>他们虽然注意到她的存在，但只是瞥了一眼，就回到方才谈话或休息的状态。

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 她想去外边走走。<br><br>先进的科技遍布于这座庄园，但庄园整体却与古老的“阶级制度”理念相融。没错，那些调光器十分奇特，<br>而这整片人造的荒野也极为古怪。不果这其中让她最感兴趣的科技，是安置在花园中的那些光能转换装置。<br>她虽然知晓它们，却是初次亲眼所见。<br><br>用单个词语来形容：她很“好奇”。<br><br>人们总重复着单调乏味的社交活动，使今日与过去的千百天几乎毫无差别，而她对涉猎此类日子毫无兴趣。<br>生命与创造皆无比迷人，从中选出一者难如登天。

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Her eye had wandered to the flickering of a lantern, and now it seeks the expectant husband. She reaches<br>for her glass and takes a sip; it’s enough to make her remember why she had put it down in the first place.<br><br>The matter of a created world is only really a fickle fancy of theirs. They do not discuss it much. They do not<br>much understand it. What little they might have to say of true interest, she can’t, in fact, properly remember.<br>Irritating. At times, it even feels to her like they aren’t speaking at all.<br><br>The girl grows impatient. She stands and passes out of the sitting room into more lavish, more evening-<br>themed halls, passing rooms with which she’s familiar, but only vaguely. She explores, finding stretches of<br>unlit, pitch-black paths, and doors that seem to be locked though their knobs bear no holes for unlocking.<br>What doors are open show rooms of a few men and women each, chatting too quietly to discern. If they<br>ever notice her presence, they only look her way a moment before returning to conversation or rest.

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She wants to go outside.<br><br>The manor has some technological sophistication to it, but is married to its ideals of old “class”. Yes, the<br>dimming canisters are curious, and the manufactured wilds are peculiar, but what interests her the most<br>are the light-transforming machines in the gardens. She knows of them, but has yet to see them firsthand.<br><br>In a word, she is “curious”.<br><br>The humdrum of a social gathering so often repeated that this day feels like a thousand identical others is<br>not something she wishes to dabble in long. Lives and creations are too fascinating to ever take either for<br>granted.

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===3-3===

 一阵狂风将墙后原野中的花瓣吹落一地。<br>纯白与蔚蓝的闪烁引起了人们的注意，宴会上的年轻人对这突然的变化纷纷表示称赞。<br>就像魔法一样。太美妙了。

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A windstorm scatters petals around terrain behind the walls.<br>Glints of white and sapphire catch the eye, and the youths of the party speak of the change favorably.<br>Like magic. Wonderful.

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===3-4===

 这东西不是血。<br><br>这东西什么都不是。<br><br>这位绅士的喉咙以一种很糟糕的方式被割了开来……但是这段记忆之中缺少了“可怕”的概念。<br>与其说这是一幕破碎，残忍的画面，他的脖子现在看来更像是布满皱褶又遭撕裂的纸张。<br>里头充斥的不是“阴影”，是“负空间”：他的身体里存在着整一片虚空。<br>伤口的边隙上闪烁着星星点点的微弱白光，亮晶晶的碎片沿着她用来刺穿他的刀刃滑落下来，浮于半空……<br>单纯地悬挂于空气之中。<br><br>多纳文无法理解这一刻发生的事。大多数的来宾也因她的举动而感到畏惧万分。<br>人们倒在地上，几位女士昏了过去，多纳文则伸手去摸自己的脖子。<br>几个男人扑向她，将她的前臂拉至后方，并用力勒住她的脖子。<br>少女紧握着手中的面包刀，呆滞的表情映入丈夫迷茫的眼神。<br><br>虽然她并未对宾客的压制行动作出任何挣扎，但她注意到在多纳文的身后，有名女孩陷入了歇斯底里的恐慌。<br>她喉咙深处爆发出的声音愈加扭曲，响度如同波浪般起伏，于空气中炸裂开来。此刻，这段回忆已然破碎。

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 她自言自语道：“比起让这整串世界成为度假胜地……这些事物肯定有更高的利用价值。”<br><br>她放开了那把面包刀，见那东西就这样禁止于原地无法移动，叹了口气。<br><br>“这可不是在偷看‘记忆’、‘回声’、‘倒影’——值得一提，也绝对不是‘玻璃’……”<br><br>房间开始渐渐地收缩。<br><br>“又是场毫无价值的梦。”<br><br>这颗星球随之分裂了。

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It isn’t blood.<br><br>It isn’t anything.<br><br>The gentleman’s throat is cut in what should be an awful way... but the memory lacks a concept of what<br>“awful” would be. Instead of a shredded, vicious image, his neck now looks akin to torn and crumpled<br>paper. Inside is not “shadow” but “negative space”: a void inside his body. The edges of the wound flicker<br>weakly with some white light, and off the blade of the knife she’d used to strike him, vibrant shards float<br>aloft... simply hanging in the air.<br><br>And Donovan can’t comprehend it. Many of the patrons, too, are in awe and horror of her act. People fall,<br>women faint, and Donovan reaches for his neck. Some men leap for her, pull back her forearm and hold her<br>at her neck. She grips the knife tightly, and with a dull expression stares into the husband’s bewildered eyes.<br><br>While she hardly struggles with the guests apprehending her, she spots behind Donovan a girl in absolute<br>hysterics on the floor. The sound of her voice becomes increasingly distorted, beginning to crackle and<br>fluctuate in volume. Already, then: the memory has broken.

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She says to herself, “Making entire worlds for vacation... Surely there would be better uses for that.”<br><br>She lets go of the bread knife and sighs, seeing how it can’t move from the space where she’d abandoned it.<br><br>“Not a peep about ‘memory’, ‘echoes’, ‘reflections’—importantly, not ‘glass’...”<br><br>The room constricts.<br><br>“This was another worthless dream.”<br><br>The planet divides.

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===3-5===

 “在那些地方，人类可以成为上帝。”<br><br>这是她得出的结论。<br><br>眼中有花朵绽放的少女在脑中合上了记忆之书。这算不上完全毫无意义——顶多是一大半毫无意义罢了。<br><br>她刚开始时曾感十分沮丧：她所造访的那个世界几乎是被她立即断定为不具有任何价值，<br>但那看似无意义之处却向她展示出人类重要的潜力。不过……照目前来看……这还不是很重要。<br><br>胜过关于“如何”的假设，有关“原因”的假设更加迫使她继续前行。<br>这是她的又一场旅程，穿越这世界内大量的废墟，怀抱着没有根据的希望，只为找寻答案，<br>或者至少找到一条打了擦边球的线索。这向来都是使她走下去的重要动力。<br>但如今，她的第二个目标浮现了出来——大约在她目睹过两百段回忆之后。

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 “似乎是找不到任何可能用于重建的新东西了。”她低语道，从近处稀疏的玻璃溪流中召唤过来一片碎片，<br>“但我倒认为，哪怕它们有一点点价值都是件好事。”<br><br>这一片玻璃所散发的光芒吸引了她的目光，而少女也仔细地观赏了它所带来的过往景象，心不在焉地咕哝道，<br>“就快要到家了……”<br><br>她将碎片留于掌心，穿过一座对她而言极为熟悉的桥梁。<br>在她左手边的是一片杂乱无章的废墟，也许曾经是座城市；<br>她的右手边则是混乱成堆的玻璃和石头——相当于什么都不存在。<br>她沿着这遥远的路途前进，终于回到了她“出生”的场所，不去在意自己究竟走了多少步。<br><br>她花了她所需要花费的时间，抵达了有着四面坍塌墙壁的地方。墙壁之中有着一颗闪闪发光的巨大水晶球——<br>一个尚未完成的破碎球体，看着宛如碎裂的贝壳一般。笑容、泪水、死亡与欢庆在它的表面不断闪烁。<br>鲜花、旷野、沙漠、海洋……动物、人类、科技……

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 “In these other places, humans can act as gods.”<br><br>That is what she learned.<br><br>The girl with a flower in her eye closes the book of that memory in her mind. It hadn’t been completely<br>worthless, only mostly.<br><br>It had frustrated her at first: the world she had visited was one she had quickly deemed frivolous, but the<br>frivolity revealed something important to her about the potential of mankind. Still... for now... that wasn’t<br>very important.<br><br>More than theories on “how”, theories of “why” compelled her onward. This had been another of her<br>journeys out through the ruins of the world in a scattershot hope of discovering that answer, or to even<br>brush against it tangentially. That was always her focal drive, but a secondary one had been made manifest<br>after she’d witnessed about two hundred of the memories.

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 “It didn’t have anything new for a potential reconstruction,” she whispers, beckoning a shard from a nearby,<br>sparse stream of glass, “but I suppose it’s good that it had some sort of value.”<br><br>She lets the gleam of the new piece catch her eye, and she scrutinizes the vision of the past it offers,<br>muttering absently, “Almost home...”<br><br>She carries the fragment over her palm, crossing a bridge with which she’s become very familiar. On her left<br>is a haphazard pile of what once might have been cities, on her right is a chaotic mass of glass and stone—<br>recognizable as nothing. She marches the long way back to the place where she was “born”, uncaring of<br>how many steps it takes.<br><br>She takes however long she needs to reach and stop before a place of four fallen walls, between them an<br>immense sphere of shimmering crystal—an unfinished sphere broken apart, like a cracked shell. Smiles,<br>tears, deaths, and celebrations flicker in and out its facets. Flowers, plains, deserts, oceans... Animals,<br>people, technology...

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===4-1===

 解锁条件：购入[[Crimson Solace]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Paradise]]

 白昼虽然美好，无尽持续下去却只会使人感到乏味。<br>无论是谁，凡是长时间待在日光之下，都会自然而然地渴望起一抹月色。<br><br>即便对她而言，也不例外。<br><br>“这段日照至少持续了八十天吧？”<br>“还是说……七个月？”<br>“或许……说不定已经有一年了……”<br><br>天空明亮的光芒又一次掠过墙壁的缝隙，倾洒在这个被她称之为家的地方。<br>睡眼惺忪的她，正在地板上懒散地翻滚着，忽然之间双眼就捕捉到了这束光线。<br><br>“唔，真是的。是时候关灯了啦……”她鼓着小脸说道。

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 尽管嘴上不满，她依然坐起身来——<br>依然是揉着眼睛，伸着懒腰。<br>扶着地面缓缓站起，摸索着找到门，准备好迎接又一个“清晨”。<br>面前，又会出现好似无边无际的Arcaea世界。<br><br>虽然是场寻找不到快乐的探险，虽然是段毫无任何新发现的旅途——<br>但自从她于这片寂静之地苏醒过来后，有两件事物从未变化：<br><br>她那颗跃动的心脏，与面前那片广阔的天空：两者始终闪耀着光辉。<br><br>“那么……！”她轻声念道，“现在是晨练时间！”<br><br>她将手朝前探去，跟着一小串玻璃飞舞而至。<br>并不是回忆的碎片——<br>并不是“Arcaea”——<br>只是一片随处可见的，再普通不过的玻璃碎片。<br>当那碎片旋转着靠近时，她扑向了碎片，脑海中立刻显现出又一段故事。

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An endless day could be dull. Spending too long under an overeager sun—anyone would start to yearn for<br>a moon.<br><br>Even for her, that sentiment holds true.<br><br>"Eighty days of light?"<br>"Seven months of light?"<br>"A year... maybe..."<br><br>The white of the sky has once again broken through the cracks in the walls of this place she calls home,<br>and it seems her sleeping body had found the rays while rolling over the floor.<br><br>She grumbles, "Turn it off already..."

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But still, she picks herself up.<br>Still, she rubs her eyes and stretches her arms.<br>She stands and finds the door, ready to face another "day" in the seemingly boundless world of Arcaea.<br><br>An adventure that hasn't always been a delight, and travels that haven't always led to discoveries.<br>Despite that, ever since she'd first awakened a tabula rasa, two things have always remained consistent:<br><br>both her heart and the sky have always been shining.<br><br>"Alright...!" she says under her breath. "Some exercise first!"<br><br>She holds out her hand before her and a section of glass flies her way.<br>Not memory glass—<br>Not "Arcaea"—<br>It is an ordinary, typical sheet, albeit a large one. When it spins close, she jumps onto it,<br>and immediately calls another.

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===4-2===

 位于少女脚底下的那些玻璃总是那么乖巧听话。<br>而那些名为“Arcaea”的特异碎片，在她面前却始终展现出几分桀骜不驯。<br>在这饱含回忆的世界之中，几乎没有多少记忆碎片愿意主动跟随她。<br>往往都是她自行靠近，并试着观赏这些顽固不化的独特存在。<br><br>少女此刻心中的怒气，却更像是孩子的抱怨。她自那面由水晶组成的平台一跃而下。<br>身后，那被她亲手组建的结构立刻坍塌成了无用的碎块。<br>在重力完全掌控她的身体前，她举起右手，将远处自己床上的毯子召唤过来，兴奋地蜷缩了进去。<br>随后，她又将某件十分笨重，却无比柔软的事物招引了过来。<br>仅是片刻过后，她的身子便跌进了这象征怠情的王位——或者说，是一张巨大而无色的沙发椅。<br>紧接着，她从座椅中坐起身，左摇右晃地飘浮在自己家上方的半空中，半凝视着眼前好比墓园的大地万物。

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 她再次深呼吸；愉快，但更多的是心满意足。<br>这次的“晨跑”如同往常一样使她感到十分幸福。<br>但当视线又一次落在遥远的天际时，她的心情不可避免地再次低落起来：<br>直到目前，她都无法获悉自己所在的这个世界的大致面积，更是对另一边天涯所存的事物一无所知。<br>也许她甚至未曾探索完这世界的三分之一……硬说是十六分之一也不为过。<br>这世界宽广无比，其中五花八门的回忆更是无穷无尽。<br>她飘游于无风的空气中，合上双眼，一阵沉思。<br>这个古老而巨大的场所，简直就像一锅大杂烩。<br>她认为，如此充满不确定性与怪诞事物的世界，不可能只是为她而存在着。<br><br>她再次张开双眼，面对着这片耀眼的天空。<br><br>或许世界的另一端，此刻正是满天星斗。<br>或许在那片天空之下，正有着其他的少女仰望着天空，期盼着白昼的到来。<br><br>身着红衣的少女沉默着，手指紧紧攥住了披在肩上的毛毯。<br><br>没有尽头的日子，其实正是一场永不消逝的崭新序章。而即将于今日发生的一切，也仍是个未知数。

The glass beneath her feet bends so easily, but the peculiar glass—the Arcaea—has always been somewhat...<br>no, absurdly recalcitrant with her. In this world of memories, hardly any recollections will follow her,<br>and most can only be viewed or visited.<br><br>In an almost childish huff, the girl jumps from a crystal platform. Behind her, the structures she's made<br>all collapse, piece by piece. Before gravity fully takes her, she holds out her right hand, calling for the blanket<br>from her bed and swirling into it joyously. Then, she calls for something heavy, something soft. In a few<br>moments after falling, she is caught by a throne of indolence: a hefty, colorless armchair. Thus, she sits, <br>hanging in the skies above her home, half-gazing at tombstone horizons.

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 “唔姆，我一直在思考着……”<br><br>她自言自语道，懒洋洋地陷入自己的飞行座椅之中。<br><br>“那上面……真的会有太阳吗？”<br><br>面对那圣洁的苍穹，她不禁眯起眼睛，苦思冥想。<br><br>到底是什么原因，使得光线如此均匀地倾洒在这个地方？<br><br>直至如今，她一直致力于笔直朝前走。那么……何不尝试朝正上方前进？

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 不幸的是，她的小岛上根本没有足够的原材料。<br>当有限的资源用尽后，她只能对着自己面前的半成品干瞪眼，埋怨这座塔的高度甚至没有到达一千米。<br><br>一边发出不满的嘟哝身，她将目光转移至前方的地平线，朝着那方向抬起了手掌。<br>屏气凝神，试图将更多的物体吸引而来……只是过了好半天都没有发生任何事。<br><br>但这也是母庸质疑的——原本就不该有任何事情发生。<br><br>虽然身怀神通广大的力量，但她毕竟不是真正的神。

"Hm, but you know..."<br><br>She mutters to herself, eased into her flying seat.<br><br>"Is there a sun up there, I wonder...?"<br><br>She squints at the heavens above, and quietly contemplates.<br><br>What makes the light so evenly spread throughout this place?<br><br>Until now, her travels have always been forward, so… Why not try upward?

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A mischievous smile flashes across her face.<br><br>She stands in her chair and drops off the blanket, letting it fall toward the ground. As it drifts drown,<br>a wooden column launches up past it. She jumps from her chair and grabs hold of the new arrival by a short,<br>metal bar. With her feet planted against the column's side for security, she gives it a longer glance. It is a pillar,<br>she knows, used in other worlds to convey power and communications. She puts one foot down on another<br>bar below, and like that—with one leg and one arm free, far above the ground—she stands boldly on a broken<br>piece of an old world.<br><br>She gazes to the urban and suburban sprawl on the horizon one more time, and then turns her gazing upward.<br>She can't be sure how far flight will carry her: she knows she'll need a ladder to be safe.<br><br>The houses below, hers excepted, start breaking down even more. Panels, bed frames, armoires and windows<br>glide upward, and the debris she used and let collapse before is torn out of the sand. Everything begins to<br>amass, surely and steadily, into a defined structure. But the girl is not an architect. Her tower is ramshackle,<br>slowly building toward the heavens at odd, sharp, and often sudden angles.

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 她气馁地放下了手掌，心中决定亲自进行一番改造。<br>比起建造一整座高塔，还不如搭建一道通向天空的螺旋阶梯。<br>于是一个小时后——又一个小时后、又一个小时后、又两个小时……<br>她终于完成了手头的新任务，甚至连自己都不禁佩服起自己的杰作。<br>这不明所以的无规律结构看上去仍旧十分滑稽，但她坚信这种形式的结构绝对比上一次的要合理一万倍。<br>她确信自己应该被人拍着后背，好好表扬一番。<br><br>新的路径已经完工，她自然刻不容缓地登上了阶梯。<br>那把浮空座椅近距离陪伴在她身旁，随时准备接住也许会不慎失足的她。<br>当女孩往上迈进时，她更是抽走了位于最下端的梯级，接续在整体结构的最上方。<br>没过多久，她便意识到自己是在攀爬一段永无止境地延伸的螺旋长梯。<br>穿过层层云雾，直到抵达最高点。

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 “不会吧……？”她诧异地惊呼出声。<br><br>只不过，还没等她沮丧多久，余光中就有什么事物吸引了她的注意力。<br><br>那是位于她右侧的某处角落之中的一道反光。<br>离开天堂边界时，她似乎惊动了一整团闪着光的物体，使得它们从云层之中落了下来。<br><br>她凝神一看，发现那是一整群Arcaea——二十枚，或者更多——它们正朝着她徐徐飘来。<br><br>而一袭红衣的少女也意识到了这件事。<br><br>静静地站在自己亲手修建的地面之上，在Arcaea那片不见太阳的纯白色天空下——<br>她的面前，第一次出现了会与自己产生了共鸣的回忆。

She drops her hand in defeat and decides it's time to renovate. Instead of a tower, a spiral set of stairs. <br>After an hour, and another hour, and another hour, and two more, her work is finally done and she is impressed<br>with the result. It still looks ridiculous, and more than a little haphazard, but this amalgamation, she is certain,<br>is much more sensible. She figures she deserves a pat on the back.<br><br>With the new formation complete, she wastes no time in beginning her ascent. One by one, step by step, she<br>rises with her armchair floating close by, ready to catch her should she fall. As the girl makes her way, she pulls<br>from the bottom of the stairs and sends those steps to the top. Soon after, she finds herself climbing an<br>ever-building, ever-breaking staircase. Through layers of fog, to the highest point.

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The trip becomes a long one, during which she sometimes must have a seat or even sleep through the "night".<br>And, maybe after what would be four days, heaven comes within her sight. And she learns this: "heaven" is an<br>immense and impenetrable wall of clouds.<br><br>Her progress is halted when a step she sends from the bottom refuses to become the top, stuck on the fluff of<br>the air and unable to move any further up. She withdraws it and leaves it to hang beside her. And, with a <br>etermined gaze, she rushes her way up the final flight.<br><br>At the top, the girl fans the pieces, panes, and pillars out underneath her for more of a platform, and she lifts<br>her hands over her head—into the clouds. Here she finds that the white resists her touch, but still she pushes<br>on, standing on the toes of her boots to see through if she can.<br><br>And here, she finds, she cannot.

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===4-5===

 解锁条件：完成[[#4-4|4-4]],购入[[Crimson Solace]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Flyburg and Endroll]]

 一股温柔的香味，正弥漫于空气之中。<br><br>四周回荡着小镇居民与孩子们的嬉闹声。<br><br>天朗气清，令人心旷神怡。<br><br>视野中满是炊烟袅袅——在街道上漫步，嗅着让人垂涎欲滴的浓郁香气，<br>她确信有谁正在做饭，或许还烘焙着甜点。<br><br>仰首一望，耀眼夺目的太阳高挂在万里无云的蓝天之上。<br><br>这是一个崭新的回忆世界。她默默地伫立在原地，正全神贯注地吸收着所有新鲜的体验感。<br><br>这段回忆属于一名少女——她是一位工匠的助手，而此时的她正值差事途中。<br>不过话说回来，这名助手正在给怎样的工匠干活？<br>拥有一头玫瑰色长发的女孩尚不知晓存于这段回忆的细节，却也对此满不在乎。

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 她在甜点试吃区域停留了一小段时间。<br>不过与其说是“一小段时间”，不如说她是在尚不被任何人怀疑身份的前提下一直徘徊于那片区域。<br>而就在她挨个品尝桌上的甜点样品时，忽然之间出现的一个红色存在让她瞬间感到眼花缭乱。<br>这种食物叫做草莓馅饼。<br><br>她毫不犹豫地从口袋中掏出属于这名学徒的硬币，换取了一块蛋糕，迫不及待地一口咬上这闪闪发光的存在——<br>霎时间，她的内心只残留下一个想法：能够来到这个世界，真的是太幸福了！<br>无法形容的美妙，充数幻想的空间……更重要的是，这里有着如此完美的甜蜜体验……<br><br>这段回忆之中的世界已经成为了她的最爱，就连她的脚步都溢出了大量热情。<br>一边蹦跳，一边兴奋地喘息着，一边脚趾着地翩翩起舞——城镇的每一个角落都出现了她幸福的身影。

On the air, the fragrance of incense.<br><br>Resounding, the voices of townsfolk and children.<br><br>The atmosphere, light and fresh.<br><br>Someone's cooking—baking—and she can taste the savory scents drifting outside and along the streets.<br><br>Looking up, she finds a sun hanging bright in an empty and blue sky.<br><br>This is a new world of memory, and she basks in the sensations of it, remaining still to take it all in.<br><br>It's the memory of an artisan's helper: of a girl in the middle of an errand.<br>What sort of artisan was the helper an aide to?<br>The girl with the rose-colored hair hasn't grasped those details yet. But she isn't very interested in them.

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This world—<br><br>"Just look at it...!"<br><br>—it's some sort of fantasy.<br><br>Mouth agape, eyes glittering, she looks absolutely everywhere. Overhead, colored paper and fabric ties rooftop<br>to rooftop, evoking the image of frilled power lines. But they give the impression of a festival, as power lines<br>they are most definitely not. The flagstone streets, red-stone houses, and chimneys spouting black smoke tell <br>her this is an old-day town, or perhaps city, she stands in now.<br><br>Stalls offering curious circle- and sun-shaped necklaces, talismans, and rings of charms dot the walkway, <br>beside other stalls selling figures of creatures she's seen before in libraries of other memories. The townsfolk<br>dress, she thinks, a bit similar to her: as if a parade is on, but not one too bombastic. It's a colorful world,<br>favoring the warmer colors of the spectrum, though splashes of azure decoration arrest the eye here and there.<br>As the girl starts to wander, she finds performances too, and troubadours teaching, warning, and entertaining<br>whomever might listen.

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 千万不能忘乎所以地四处乱跑——她不断提醒着自己。<br>倒不是害怕什么，她只是想要仔细地观察这座小镇的每一个细节。<br>广场楼房的侧墙上贴满了各种告示；她认真阅读着上面的文字，这才发觉此处原来是一片信仰之地。<br>这座小镇的人相信着圣灵与精灵，信奉着上帝……同时，也深信着恶魔与妖怪的存在。<br>她眼前的表演者们，演绎的尽是展现出“幻想”、“怪奇”与“超常”色彩的事物。<br>事实上，他们之中的每一个人都清楚自己正在表演的正是所谓的魔法：<br>点燃活力四射的火药粉末，制造火焰与烟雾以“吟唱魔咒”；<br>向着平静的水面说话，解析相随的波纹以“占卜命运”；<br>在她的面前以乍一看根本不知原理的方式玩弄着光线，被华丽地称作“与其他灵魂进行心灵交流”。<br><br>不容置疑，这个世界洋溢着完整浓厚的信仰氛围：一切都像是一场奇妙，纯粹而完美的戏剧。<br><br>正漫步于古色古香的大道之际，回忆本身开始慢慢地提醒她，<br>于此处发生的一切都是人为计划的演戏——一场弥天大谎。<br>这里的传统文化虽然深邃可贵，却终究不是真实存在的事物。

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 此刻，少女忍不住憋笑出声——还算是个有点意思的猜想。<br>微风轻轻拂过她的长发，柔和地衬托着她那抹若有所思的微笑；<br>她将手搭在一根柱子上，静静地远望着西方那显然是原始森林的地带。<br>完成工匠拜托的差事，而不是无端地离开镇子……这段回忆似乎只允许这篇故事以固有的流程进行下去。<br><br>但是她确信自己会从别的回忆之中再次到达此处。<br>她认定这片遍布技艺、魔法与街头表演的世界与自己的内心不谋而合。<br>她感到于Arcaea世界的一切碎片之中，只有在穹顶与她相遇的那些玻璃碎片映照着这世界更美妙的一面。<br>她抓紧了自己的裙摆，一时兴奋得头晕目眩。<br><br>这一切都太不可思议了——！她上扬的嘴角迫切地颤抖着。至今为止，她从未如此般欣喜若狂。

She must be careful not to run. She thinks, she really must observe every little part of this town closely.<br>Reading signs posted outside of square buildings, she learns that this is a spiritual place. It's a land that believes<br>in fairies and spirits; in gods, daemons, and youkai. The performers she sees are performing the "fantastic",<br>the "strange", the "impossible". Indeed, every one of them is absolutely certain that what they are performing<br>is magic: "casting spells" by igniting vibrant powders in their hands to flame, smoke, and clouds; "divining fates"<br>by speaking toward still pools of water and interpreting the ripples within; "communing with other beings",<br>they say, by manipulating lights before her eyes in a way she can't actually determine the mechanics of<br>in a glance.<br><br>This world is rich and full of belief: it is marvelous, wondrous, and all an unmistakable act.<br><br>While strolling down the quaint avenues, the memory itself slowly informs her that every part of this place is <br>truly performance, artificial, untruth. Deeply valued tradition, but absolutely not truth.

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Yet when she reaches the city's outer limits (and the memory's, with any attempts to cross a small barrier<br>met with resistant reality)—when she gazes out to the verdant hills beyond the low and easy wood fence that<br>has stopped her; to the few but imposing old oak trees, and the clear sparkle of some distant lake... she<br>understands, somehow, why one might believe in something even with sound evidence to the contrary.<br>She herself comes from a strange world of flying glass; why deny the belief that a world like this could be<br>inhabited by trickster fairies? Why reject the idea of things surpassing nature and logic?<br><br>This is the memory of an artisan's helper, and the artisan is a so-called sorcerer who researches the existence of<br>fantastical things. As the help, the girl she is living through has long known that all his research leads to dead<br>ends. The purpose, she speculates, is not to really prove anything. It is to embolden one's beliefs and be better<br>for it.

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 已经二十次……或者更多？——她已经不再继续数下去。<br><br>“还是……算了……”<br><br>她的嘴中传出悄声细语，蹲在了一个半成品木材制成的箱子前，正轻轻地用手掌拂去顶端的灰尘。<br>一阵灰尘向上扬起，又飘落至地面。她松开正面的箱扣，将箱盖揭了开来。<br><br>今日的她是一名档案员。或者说，她是在探索一座位于北方地带的古老城堡——<br>北方其余的陆地，已被先前一场大洪水吞没。<br>不过值得庆幸的是，尽管箱子几乎被浸湿，里面的文件却幸免于难。<br>伴随着古旧房门忽然的嘎吱声响，她听到自己的搭档正于另一个房间询问她有什么新发现。<br>“第四时代的卷轴。”她转头答道，接着回头自箱内取出一卷卷轴，将其展开在眼前。<br>上面密密麻麻地写满了她的同胞与邪恶精灵之间的纷争史。

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 她牢记着一切。她明白为什么所有人都会出现于此处。<br><br>在这最为熟悉的世界里，她欣赏着美丽的烟花绽放于夜空，<br>心满意足地享受着自己在这里的最后一个夜晚。<br>不知何时，已经泪水盈眶。伴随着心中的刺痛，<br>就这样静待着与这个世界最后的告别。<br>直到这一刻，她才终于发现，自己早已是这个世界上最幸福的人。

Twenty times? More? She's stopped keeping count.<br><br>"Al...right..."<br><br>With that whisper under her breath, she crouches in front on a chest made of unfinished wood, swiping her palm<br>across the top. A wave of dust rises off of it and falls to the floor. She unclasps the front and opens it up.<br><br>Today she is an archivist, exploring one of the old castles in the North, where they had lost land to flooding.<br>Thankfully, the papers inside this chest were spared from moisture by the chest itself. Hearing the creak of<br>ancient hinges, her partner calls from another room inquiring about her discovery. "Scrolls from the fourth<br>era," she answers over her shoulder. She takes one of them and unfurls it, revealing the history of her people's<br>dealings with the Unseelie.

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It's marvelous, and nostalgic.<br><br>When she's been to every other memory she could find in Heaven, when she's explored (as far as she knows)<br>every part of the land, she at last comes to a bustling, rambunctious festival day—or rather, a night celebration.<br>It is to give thanks to the gods of birth and harvest, and to dissuade darker spirits.<br><br>She spots the townsfolk named Lancaster and Shia, two gentlemen architects, and they've gotten on in years<br>from the last memory she met them. But they greet her with vigor and treat her to a candied apple, which<br>makes her happier than anything else. They point to the sky. It lights up in a show of a thousand brilliant colors.<br>To those gods. To life, and living it.<br><br>However, seeing such a wonderful thing… it doesn't strike her. Her heart does not swell; not with wistfulness,<br>nor the joy of new experience.

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===4-8===

 多久以来，这些回忆都持续激励着她的内心，总是让她感到如此欣慰。<br>她已经与这些回忆共同渡过了无数个日月，也曾无数次下定决心，想着“自己永远不会离开这里”；<br>其实她比任何人都要清楚，这一切的结局终会到来——尽管她也比任何人都害怕承认这个事实。<br><br>而且她知晓，这些回忆之中不可能存在真正属于自己的未来。<br><br>在清楚自己终要与那梦幻的世界分别后，她回到了那纯白色的世界。<br>日子正是像这样一天天地流逝：再美好的故事也总会迎来终章，生命与爱情终将走向消逝的那一刻。<br><br>但她从来都不会后悔自己所做的一切。<br>当缓缓降落在地面，抬头朝曾经呼唤着自己的云端仰望之时，<br>她深深地感觉到，自己在那些回忆中度过的每一分、每一秒，都是无价的追忆。<br>此刻心中的感情，好似自己从未提出的疑问得到了完美无瑕的答案。<br>她的内心，已被那股幸福的满足感所填满。

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 眼前的那片玻璃终于穿透了最后一层薄云。<br>尘蒙的大地悉数展现于她的视野，错综而连绵不断地蔓延至天际。<br><br>她微笑了起来……<br><br>她微笑了起来！<br><br>放眼望去，这便是她的新生！<br>她将手朝前伸去——她知晓总有一天，在那遥远的地平线处，将会有愿意牵住这只手的人出现。<br>总有一天，依靠这双手，她将能够办成大事。<br><br>直到那一刻到来，她都会义无反顾地前行。<br><br>活在当下——活在Arcaea的怀抱之中。

The memories were heartening; they were comforting. She'd spent months within them, and at times, she<br>would think, "I never want to leave." Still, she knew they had an ending, and she didn't want to see it.<br><br>Besides, the future cannot be found within memories.<br><br>She returned to the world of white knowing she may never visit those days again. Days gone are just that:<br>stories told and over, lives and loves finished.<br><br>She doesn't regret it. As she slowly descends to the surface, looking up to the clouds that had once called her<br>there, she knows every moment, every second spent in those memories was worth everything. It's like a<br>question she never asked has been answered, and so her heart is full.

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The sky seems to be falling around her, all the pieces of her temporary home dropping faster or slower<br>around her, and in her chest, she feels a twinge of emotion.<br><br>Thus, the sky, the true sky above, begins to part.<br><br>Standing on a window platform, her hair whipping up past her face, she sees the glittering glass above is<br>standing still, and behind the pieces, a new night sky is entering her sight. One she's never seen before.<br>The clouds scatter and drop, disappear and dash away, as a sparkling void of shadows takes their place.<br>This velvet plane, reaching far and darkening, before a deep lavender wave of color spreads out over it,<br>swaying, glowing. The stars are out. The day is over.<br><br>Her heart aches.<br><br>She whispers a name, this name for the last time, and she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

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===5-1===

 这座悬崖俯瞰着世间万物。<br><br>一日即将收尾。每当到达这一时刻，那些终于摆脱红尘俗世的人们也将抛弃自身的真实性。<br>好似寄居生物一般，他们将褪去的外壳留给随后而来的崭新生命。<br>最后，他们的灵魂就会升向头顶上方：那潭闪闪发亮的灵魂之池。<br><br>灵魂若水，缥缈无形。一切都将化作霜色，归于阴云彼岸的光彩生机。<br>她身处的世界便存在于那灰蒙蒙的盛景之中。<br>那番景象——此般独特，而又这般壮丽的景象——称作「奇观」也当之无愧。<br><br>可对她来说，这确是日常之景。她的心中并未因此诞生任何涟漪。<br>这只是每日工作必经的一环。

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 到底，那段时光也早就褪色逝去。<br><br>那些日子，很早以前便不复存在了。<br>不复存在——<br>她脑海中生活于那片世界的「记忆」，早已化作无形。

The cliff overlooked it all.<br><br>At the end of the day,these who had abandoned the mortal coil left behind their souls like hermit shells for<br>other,new lives to take them.Their spirits ascended to the land's Pool,luminous and glimmering overhead.<br><br>Water-like spirits,almost formless;everything white and flowing into that vibrancy which bore through the<br>clouded sky.In the gray landscape that was her world,this sight-this unique,spectacular sight-was<br>something many could call a wonder.<br><br>To her,.it was ordinary.It was everyday.It was work.

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The density of spirits nearby slowed her fall.She found a pair of strings that were keeping ther blouse,<br>sleeves,and skirt taut.When she tugged them,they loosened and began to dangle;a shimmer emanated<br>from the cloth and her dress began to ruffle loudly.And as it did,it dulled the influence of the dead.<br><br>Once she reached the ground,she took her scythe from her hip,unfolded it to its full height,and after<br>turning it over,rode the underside of the blade in ftlight to her far-off destination.<br><br>To mend the fissure after coaxing out the souls trapped within it.<br><br>To return to the cliff,and watch for any other aberations.<br><br>She was to do this, and things tike it day alter day. Yes. that was her responsibility.<br>And,in time,her life would join the others.

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===5-2===

 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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 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。

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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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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===5-3===

 那把镰刀，——确实仍能用于飞行。<br><br>

 若联想女巫总无精打采地横坐在扫帚柄上四处飞行，这一场景用于形容少女现在的模样简直在合适不过。<br>

 还真是异样的处境呢……<br><br>

 实不相瞒——隶属于同一团块的其他碎片所蕴含的特殊性质，自然也是毫不逊色。

It does still fly:the scythe.<br><br>

Sitting on the length of the handle as a witch might lackadaisically sit on a broom,the young woman rides<br>

Though this memory marked the end of an arduous journey,it also marked the beginning ofan even grander one.<br><br>

Such a curious position...<br><br>

===5-4===

 那一段回忆，确是珍贵。<br><br>

 当然，前提是它的确配得上“珍贵”二字——这碎片似乎更像是在某一刻主动追随起了少女。<br>

 ……在这些犹如玻璃一般脆弱的Arcaea之中，究竟存在着什么意义?<br><br>

 从前活着的时候，她早已学会不将过多的疑问牵挂于心头。

That memory is precious.<br><br>

In fact,if it can be called"precious",more likely than not it has found its way to her at some point.Memories<br>

And that worries her.<br><br>

ls there meaning in the Arcaea being in the form of something as fragile as glass?<br><br>

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 “呵？”<br><br>即使目光仍旧停留于前上方的Arcaea，她的视线却在刹那间絮乱了。<br><br>……它是从哪里来的？<br><br>那微小的事实就这样没有预兆地乍然跃入她的思绪，仿佛一位端庄有礼的绅士要前来拜访……<br>尽管它显然是以微缩记忆的形态存在着。<br><br>起初，她甚至无法确定它是否真实存在。<br>但在她屡屡沉思了一番后……绝对没错，她明白这是事实。<br><br>她以此回忆起这段故事。<br>这段故事……它曾存在过。

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 置身于玻璃云团之下的她紧紧闭起了双眼，缓缓弯下腰来。<br>她将鼻梁沉重地埋在双手手掌之间，指关节死死抵在上眼眶。<br>她不会哭泣。她没有办法让自己这么做。若是在此处放纵泪水流淌，<br>她又将会回忆起多少层面的现实——那些她执意逃避的，残酷的现实。<br>她就这样静静地坐在地上，紧咬着嘴唇不放，竭力屏住心中的悲痛。<br><br>她不会哭泣。她当然不会落泪。不是吗？<br><br>故此，那位形单影只的收割者能做的，只有抱紧自己孤独的身躯，在这个纯白的世界中默默地颤抖着。<br>她的鼻中，时不时传来轻柔的呼吸声。<br>她试图让自己的思绪不再徘徊于此——她不想再让思绪被这种事情侵占了。<br>只是，试图使自己平静下来时，那思绪却还是会主动回到她脑海之中。<br>若眼前的全部，便是「死亡」真实的样貌……<br><br>……那么，她宁可忘却一切。

"Huh?"<br><br>Her gaze, still on the Arcaea above, is suddenly broken.<br><br>...Where did that come from?<br><br>Appearing on the shore of her thoughts suddenly, like a fair and gentle-seeming stranger, was that little fact,<br>in the form of a miniature memory.<br><br>She wasn't sure at first that it was even there, but as she thinks it over again and again... she's sure of it.<br><br>She recalls this. This... it happened.

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But there it ends. That's it. Her gaze comes back to the sharp air above her. Just remember it? Just<br>remember it. Remember it. It... Remember what?<br><br>"I... don't remember," she whispers softly, but each word, each syllable falls heavily off her tongue.<br><br>He had been absolutely right. Now she can feel it, building in her eyes: the dull, warm grief that comes with<br>sad revelation. A new piece of her memory has shown itself to her, but it is crucially broken, and without<br>answers to the questions it has forced into her mind, her heart is killed. The agony is nearly unbearable.<br><br>How do you put the pain of knowing you are not entirely yourself into proper words?

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===5-6===

 心智的崩坏终于使她平静了下来……多久，她都比从前的任何时候表现得更加安静。<br><br>“不要将过多的疑问牵挂于心头。”<br>这一思想，便是那段记忆的核心要素——而她在一番深思后才觉察到，<br>这更是她往昔至今始终尝试追循的信条守则。<br><br>然而时至今日，她的那些尝试都未免显得心不在焉。那一段古老的回忆始终令她魂牵梦绕，难以忘怀。<br>她固然完全不打算去遗忘那段故事——却还是忘记了过多除此之外的事物……她终究意识到，<br>自己已经变成了一具残缺的躯壳。<br><br>这种事情，还是忘却为好。

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 没错。你们将一直被深深铭记——<br><br>只要我仍伫立于此。

The break that occurred within her left her quiet... quieter than usual for what could amount to days.<br><br>The key element of that memory—the idea that one was better off not asking many questions—is something<br>that in her contemplation she realized she was attempting to adhere to all this time.<br><br>Her attempts, however, had been half-hearted. That taste of an old memory was too intoxicating to forget.<br>Indeed, she refused to forget—but having forgotten so much else… she'd realized she was a broken half-shell<br>of a person.<br><br>Forget it.

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The girl is alone. She has no confrère here, and she was given no reason to do anything when she woke up.<br>But that doesn't mean that she was to do nothing.<br><br>She is here, now. Her old life is over. That's it.<br><br>But doesn't she still have control? She still feels responsible. She doesn't remember the answer she gave, as<br>to why she sought to be a tender of souls, but whatever it was... something tells her that the broken her of<br>now would give the same reason as the complete her from then.<br><br>There is no telling what will happen, ever.<br><br>Lives and memories can vanish in a second… but not here. Her memories may be lost, but these will not be.<br>"Tender of Souls" to "Tender of Memories"; she thinks that has a nice sound to it.

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===6-1===

 解锁条件：购入[[Scarlet Cage]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Purgatorium]]

 她期望着能在这里见到其他人。<br><br>她不知道自己为何这么想。她的周围是一片白色的荒芜，只有褪色已久的废墟，<br>却毫无生灵的迹象——她自己则是个例外。<br><br>自苏醒于此处之后已经过去了几天，她却无法找回任何的记忆。<br>从前，她曾行走于天涯海角，探索力所能及的未知。眼前的这片破败的建筑并没有办法为她解惑。<br>所有的建筑都空无一物……虽然她觉得这些建筑本身看着眼熟，<br>却无法回忆起她究竟在何时得知了它们的名字、形状和作用。<br><br>她一次又一次地遇到这种状况：知道“是什么”，却不知“为什么”。<br>这对她来说倒也只是个烦恼，毕竟关于这个世界——以及她本身——还有更加明显、更加重大的事情需要去思考。<br><br>不过必须得说的是：这可真是个令人抓狂的怪地方呀。

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 拥有知识，却不清楚知识的由来，这种情况让她陷入了深深的失落。<br>这让她显得不完整。就好像有人剥去了她的皮肤、肌肉和骨骼，然后组装到了另一个不相称的容器中<br>，还忘记了放入其它重要的东西，把空虚的她丢在了这里。<br><br>她讨厌无知。<br><br>她的脑海中有无数的疑问如万花筒般流转不息。<br>她强迫自己把注意力放在突然出现的、数不胜数的拐角上。但答案呢？还是没有。这里没有答案。<br><br>在她的赤足探险中（她一开始就决定把鞋挂在脖子上，因为硕大的鞋跟在这样的地形中不方便），<br>她几乎毫无收获。实际上，她看到的越多，就越是感受到自己的无知。<br><br>她讨厌无知。她知道自己周围的很多东西，却感觉对自己一无所知。<br><br>她看到的大多数东西都令人迷惑、毫无意义——尤其是那些莫名奇妙地飞舞在空中的玻璃。<br>那些玻璃向她展现了其他的人、其他的时代、其他的世界。这些镜像激起了最为古老的共鸣。<br>这些镜像，她觉得无疑是自己熟悉的东西。

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She kept expecting there to be more people here.<br><br>She wasn’t sure why. All around her was a white wasteland, filled with nothing but faded, ruined buildings,<br>bereft of all life—all except for her.<br><br>In these few days since waking up in this place, without any recollection of what happened before,<br>she walked quite far and explored what she could. The tattered structures did little to answer her questions.<br>Each of them was empty... and while she found the architecture itself familiar, she seemed to have no<br>memory of when she’d learned their names, their shapes, their functions.<br><br>Time and again, that was the idea she’d come back to: knowing “what”, but not “why”. It could be the idea<br>was just a distraction for her, something to ponder in favor of the more obvious, weightier things regarding<br>this world—and inside herself.<br><br>She had to say, though: this was certainly a bizarre and bewildering place.

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Knowing things, but not knowing why that knowledge existed within her, had her deeply and fundamentally<br>upset. It made her feel like an incomplete person. Like someone had removed her skin and muscles and<br>bones and placed them into some false container, but had forgotten to put in all the other important things,<br>leaving her hollow, forgotten.<br><br>She hated not knowing.<br><br>A kaleidoscope of questions shifted and rotated in her mind. She forced herself to focus on all the sudden<br>and overwhelming turns and angles. But answers? Again, no. There were no answers.<br><br>During her barefooted expeditions (she decided early on to keep her shoes looped around her neck, since<br>the large heels were inconvenient for the terrain) she’d learned next to nothing. In fact, the more she saw,<br>the less she felt that she knew.<br><br>She hated not knowing. She knew so many things about what was around her, and yet she felt like she<br>knew nothing of herself. So much of what she saw was baffling nonsense—not least of all the glass wandering<br>through the air for seemingly no reason. Glass that showed her other people, other times, other worlds.<br>Reflections, resonating in the oddest ways. Reflections, she thought, which were undoubtedly familiar.

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===6-2===

 解锁条件：完成[[#6-1|6-1]],购入[[Scarlet Cage]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Scarlet Cage]]

 不过对心中盘踞着的那种感觉的忽视也只能到此为止了。<br><br>最终，她坐在了一块稍显平整的岩石上，有些焦虑地用手梳理了一下秀发。<br>她转过头，看到一长串足迹渐渐消失在沙尘中，蜿蜒通向远方的地平线。<br>这里怎么可能会有这么大一片沙漠？她开始有些感到厌恶了。<br><br>在片刻的思绪之后，她拿起了自己的吉他，再次抱在了怀里。<br>那种安心的感觉瞬间回归了，就好像……来自父母或者友人的安慰。<br>她叹了口气。说实话，她能够继续前行的动力完全来自于此。<br><br>她不假思索地开始了弹奏。她的指尖抚过琴弦，安静而细微的和弦为旋律赋予了一丝难得的和谐。<br>她记得如何行走，记得如何弹奏。一丝微笑闪过她的嘴角：这两种行动对她来说就像是呼吸一样自然。<br><br>然而片刻过后，她的嘴角再次垂下，失去了笑意。已经有歌词涌到了她的唇齿之间，想要加入到这首歌曲当中。<br>它们起初是断断续续、吐露不清的，但在试着描绘一幅完整而有意义的景象。

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 在弹奏中的那个瞬间，她终于明白了自己心中的那个感觉是什么。这个空虚的世界，她那空虚的记忆……<br><br>让她感到害怕。<br><br>她是谁？这个寂静的地方是哪里？她的身上将会发生什么？她的过去曾经发生过什么？<br><br>不过她已经知道，自己大概永远也没法知道答案了。至少在这里不行。<br><br>她的声音出现了些许的嘶哑，但她催促着喉咙、压迫着心肺，想要突破它们不知是否存在的极限。<br><br>她的手指在六根琴弦上疯狂地舞动。<br>她能在脑中清晰地聆听到空气的轰隆、尖啸与震荡，感受到其中蕴含的力量。<br><br>这是一股灵魂和音乐的风暴——在她的歌词下涌动着的是澎湃的暗流和沸腾的恐惧，<br>随后又变为强劲的热浪，从她的双眼奔流而出。<br><br>但不知为什么，出于某种她无法道明的原因，这让她稍微好受了一些。不再那么迷惑，也不再那么恐惧。

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But she could only ignore that creeping feeling for so long.<br><br>Eventually, she sat down on a relatively smooth chunk of stone and anxiously ran a hand through her hair.<br>Looking back, she could see a long set of footprints through the faded sand, stretching all the way to the<br>horizon. How was it possible there was this much sand? She was starting to get sick of it.<br><br>After a moment’s thought, she brought her guitar around and held it, again, in her hands.<br>And there it was again, instantly: that comfort. It was like... a reassuring parent, or a friend.<br>She sighed. Really, that was all that she needed to keep going.<br><br>Without thinking, she began to hum a tune. Her fingers strummed the strings, their quiet, tinny chords<br>adding that precious harmony to her melody. She could remember how to walk, and she could remember<br>how to play. It brought a momentary smile to her lips: how both of these acts came about as natural as<br>breathing.<br><br>Her lips turned down again a moment later, however, losing their humor. Words were coming to her<br>tongue, her teeth, her lips, wanting to be added to this song. At first they were scattered, whirling,<br>trying to form a complete, sensible picture.

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For that one critical moment as she played, she realized what she’d been feeling, deep down.<br>This empty world, her empty memories...<br><br>They terrified her.<br><br>Who was she? What was this quiet place? What was going to happen to her? What HAD happened to her?<br><br>But she already knew that she might never know. Not here.<br><br>Her voice broke for a note, but she pushed past and forced her lungs, should they exist, to their limits.<br><br>Her fingers flew madly across the six strings.<br>She could hear it vividly in her mind, the power, the weaving together of rumbles, screeches, and vibrations.<br><br>A storm of her soul and of music—a tumultuous undercurrent rushing beneath her lyrics along with the<br>simmering dread, growing into a powerful heat, which reached her eyes as well.<br><br>But somehow, in some way she couldn't pinpoint, it made her feel a little better.<br>A little less confused, a little less afraid.

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===6-3===

 解锁条件：完成[[#6-2|6-2]],购入[[Scarlet Cage]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[VECTOЯ]]

 这个世界还是那么令人迷惑——那么可怕、空虚而冷漠。<br><br>但现在，她觉得自己已经能够承受它们了。<br><br>她的心里并没有底，但可以肯定，那种恐惧也是她熟悉的东西。<br>她了解这种东西——它会让你双腿打颤、让你吓得跑开、让你无法做出决定、让你成为被它掌控的傀儡。<br>那是对未知的恐惧，是对失败的恐惧。<br><br>她现在只能假设，弹奏这首歌是自己的本能。<br>也许她以前就弹奏过，也许她以前就用咆哮宣泄过恐惧，就用这相同的方式。<br><br>也许她以前也这么做过。至少现在，她觉得自己能应付恐惧了。<br>她现在能更好地掌控自己扭曲的小情绪。如果她希望在这个令人困惑的世界中保持理智，<br>就需要时刻注意情绪，防止自己被恐惧所掌控。不过，恐惧总是如影随形。

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 但除此之外就没有然后了。她可以轻松地根据逻辑得出结论，但她的回忆仍然被封锁着。<br>知识与记忆之间存在着残酷的断层……这简直是一种折磨。<br><br><br>不过现在……她不会让这种断层所造成的恐惧席卷自己的内心了。她会承认它，利用它。<br>就算不记得了又怎样呢？重要的是她知道这些东西。<br><br>但是，有一个切实的目标总归是好的。她目前并没有目标，但也许到了某个时候，她也会找到目标。<br><br>她重新动了起来，露出一个发自内心的笑容，一边还在想着这个刚才让她整个人都僵住的针线包。<br>这还挺便利的不是么？至少在这空虚的旅行中，她能保持最佳的着装状态了。<br>想到这里……她的外套并不是很实用，但这是属于她的，她也不会因为这个世界而抛弃它。<br><br>对，这是属于她的。<br><br>它，还有吉他、针线包——在这片记忆的荒原，这些都是属于她的。<br><br>知道这些并没有什么大用，但足够她走过很长一段旅途了。

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The world was no less confusing now—no less intimidating, no less empty, no less merciless.<br><br>But now, she felt like she could deal with it.<br><br>She couldn’t be sure, but she could have sworn that fear was something she was familiar with.<br>She knew things about it—how it could make your legs weak, how it could make you run away,<br>how it could prevent you from making decisions, how it could control you.<br>The fear of the unknown. The fear of failure.<br><br>And she could only assume it had been instinct that had led her to play that song.<br>Maybe she’d done it before. Maybe she’d shouted through her fear before, in much the same way.<br><br>Maybe she had. At least, now she felt like she could handle it.<br>She had a firmer grip on that twisted little emotion now.<br>If she wanted to stay sane in this baffling world, she needed to keep it in check, keep it from controlling her.<br>But it would always be there.

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But any further connection escaped her. She could easily draw conclusions based on logic,<br>but her mind still felt closed. That cruel disconnect between knowledge and experience... It was agonizing.<br><br>Now, though... Now she wouldn’t let herself be overwhelmed by the fear caused by that disconnect.<br>She would recognize it, use it. So what if she didn’t remember? What mattered was that she knew.<br><br>A concrete goal would certainly help, though. She didn’t have one yet, but maybe, in time, she could find one.<br><br>A grin crossed her face as she started off again, still thinking of the kit which had just made her shiver.<br>Pretty convenient, huh? She could at least keep her clothing intact on this inane journey.<br>And with that thought... her outfit certainly wasn’t practical, but it was hers, and she wouldn’t<br>give it up for the world.<br><br>Yes. It was hers.<br><br>That, her guitar, and her sewing kit—in this wasteland of memory, they were all hers.<br><br>Knowing that helped a little, and a little help could go a long way.

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===7-1===

 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Alice à la mode]]

 在丛生的林木与鲜花之间有一片昏暗的花园。<br><br>一张银色的蛛网在玻璃的角落处闪烁着微光。哦，那是玻璃吗？<br>看起来倒更像是石头，不过这个独特世界的运作机制比任何其它的世界都要怪异。<br>来自异界的现实通过空中漫舞的碎片渗入这里，将五彩斑斓的记忆投影到荒芜的白色大地。<br>周围是紫水晶构成的立柱，满溢出整个地面的光芒让它们也晶莹靓丽。<br><br>她坐在浅绿色的精美椅子上，面前是同样浅绿色的小桌。<br>她一只手伸在身旁的行李箱上，食指随意地沿着皮箱的顶部划动。这里别无他人。<br><br>“我们该走了，爱丽丝。”<br><br>“这里没有别人”——然而这里确是有一个“别人”的。

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 具体来说，距离她被困在这个世界、无法去往其它世界已经过去多久了呢？<br><br>她的护花使者坦尼尔一路上都追随着她，还坚定地宣称：“我无法与你分离。”<br><br>不过很大程度上，这件事被证明是个麻烦。她正盯着他。<br>一只橙黑相间的蝴蝶飘过他的眼前，随后他将注意力转向了自己的茶杯。<br>然后，他一口都未品尝，便将杯中的液体泼到了地上。<br>一个非常非常寻常的行为——事实上，坦尼尔一直如此。<br>他张开了嘴，倒不是为了舔舐杯中的残香，而是打算说话。<br>“我们真的该走了”，爱丽丝先发制人。“这就是你想说的，对吧？”

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A dark garden betwixt forest and flowers.<br><br>A silver web glints in a corner of glass. Well, is it glass? More likely it’s stone, but this particular world<br>operates more strangely than any other. Reality bleeds in from elsewhere, through floating shards that<br>fill the air, projecting colorful memory into lands of ruin and white. Now there are pillars of amethyst,<br>glowing from a light beneath that fills the entire floor.<br><br>She sits in a fanciful, pale green chair, before a small and pale-green table, her hand atop her suitcase<br>which rests beside her. She drags her finger down the leather of its top. There are no other people here.<br><br>“We should leave, Alice.”<br><br>“No other people”—but there is at least one other person.

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Precisely how long has she been stuck in this world, unable to travel to any others?<br><br>Forever, the ward Tenniel has been with her, steadfast in his claims of “I cannot be apart from you."<br><br>However, that largely proves itself to be a pain. She looks at him now. A black and orange butterfly<br>flutters past his eyes, and after it passes he looks into his cup. Then, he tosses the cup’s contents<br>to the ground, having not drunk even a sip of it. A very, very usual habit—in fact, consistent Tenniel<br>behavior.<br><br>He opens his mouth, not to lap the dregs, but to speak. “We really should go,” says Alice,<br>preempting him. “That’s what you want to say, isn’t it?”

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===7-2===

 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Eccentric Tale]]

 所以，这里究竟是哪里？什么才是“真实”？<br><br>的确，她曾经遍行于无数世界之间。<br><br>她现在也依然如此。对她来说，这是与生俱来的习惯，犹如进食和饮水一般。<br>但在她发现最后踏足的这片境界之后，上述两点好像就没那么必要了。<br>在以前，在来到Arcaea之前，她见识过无数的地方，各种奇形怪状的植物和形形色色的人物。<br>人可以想象出的一切，包括幻想生物和魔法，也都只是她目睹并记录过的东西。<br>对于一个……“超次元”百科全书？<br>不管是什么（似乎已经被遗忘了），这份工作的特性让她一直都保持着新鲜感和安定感，然而……

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 于是毫无征兆亦无缘由地，她询问自己的同伴：<br>“那么……真相是什么，坦尼尔？我们怎样才能判断这里是否真实？”<br><br>“这里是真实的”，他一边从杯中洒出茶水，一边说道。<br>“因为你所有的感官都‘认为’这里是真实的。为什么要担心这是某种诡计或者幻象呢？<br>为什么你要质疑自己亲手触摸到的东西呢，爱丽丝？这就足够了。”<br><br>“好吧”，她结束了自己的发言。在他这样的状态下，说什么都没有意义的。<br><br>“不说话了么，那就看这里”，他指着地面说道。<br>两人步入了一个篝火的记忆中，坦尼尔的茶水浇灭了火焰。<br>“这究竟是个什么原理？”他疑惑道。<br><br>“你问我？”爱丽丝觉得莫名其妙。<br><br>“我毁了他们的派对……”她的同伴低语道。<br><br>“记忆很快就会淡去，没什么值得你自责的，坦尼尔。”

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So, what is this place? And what is “real”?<br><br>This is true: she once walked between worlds.<br><br>She still does. For her, this is an aspect of life as normal as eating or drinking, not that she has had need<br>of either since finding this latest realm. In the past, before Arcaea, it was countless how many new places<br>she’d seen, how many strange plants and people she had found.<br><br>Fantastic creatures, magic too, everything one could ever imagine: she has seen it, and recorded it.<br>For... an “inter-dimensional” encyclopedia? Whatever it was (it seems to have been lost).<br>The nature of the work keeps her profession fresh, certainly, but...

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 “What we see is real, Alice. And when you stop looking at something, does it cease to be? Of course it<br>doesn’t. That fire has ceased by my hand, though.”<br><br>“You need to stop spilling tea everywhere.”<br><br>“I will leave an apology.”<br><br>“No one will see it! No one is here!”<br><br>Tenniel smirks while whipping out a pad and pen. She groans, and tries not to smile herself as he writes.

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===7-3===

 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Alice à la mode]]

 他从来不会真的“撒谎”。<br><br>他对自己所知的事物如数家珍，就好像呼吸一样理所当然——虽然他根本就无需呼吸。<br><br>或者说，就好像进食和饮水一样理所当然，虽然他也无需进食和饮水。<br><br>不过理所当然地，他还是会陪伴并保护她……<br><br>……真实会给人以纯粹且几乎无可动摇的舒适。

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 “我不知道”，他答道。“它终究会消失，就像所有东西那样。你没必要带着它，爱丽丝。”<br><br>“……也许吧，但我喜欢”，爱丽丝把这件他早已知晓的事情又告诉了他。“我觉得它不会消失。”<br><br>他凝视的目光飘向了别处。没有征兆和理由地，他倒掉了茶。他也清楚地知道：<br><br>她说的没错，花不会消失，而这正是他最为担心的。

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Never does he really “lie”.<br><br>He knows what he knows, just as well as one knows to draw breath—though he doesn’t need to breathe.<br><br>Or that one knows to feed, though he needs no food; to drink, though he needs no water.<br><br>Or, to remain at her side and shelter her, though...<br><br>...There is a raw and almost perfectly unshakable comfort in reality.

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 “I don’t know,” he says. “It will vanish, surely, as everything does. There is no need to keep it, Alice.”<br><br>“...Perhaps no need, but I like it,” Alice tells him, and he already knew this. “I think that it won’t disappear.”<br><br>His gaze drifts away. With no rhyme or reason, he dumps his tea. He also knows this very well:<br><br>She is right: it won’t. And that concerns him most of all.

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===7-4===

 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Alice's Suitcase]]

 这个世界不断地发生着神奇的变化和融合，让她为之着迷。<br>然而坦尼尔看起来并不怎么为之所动。<br><br>因此，爱丽丝直接了当地询问了他：“你真的就毫无激情吗，坦尼尔？”<br>两人刚刚离开一个记忆场景，那些飞翔的机器就洒下骇人的烈焰，他们的背后只留下灼烧的悲叹。<br><br>面对询问，他没心没肺地笑道：“我从未感到痛苦，从不。”<br><br>面对回答，她只是淡漠地望着他。<br><br>他那锁紧的胸膛里肯定藏着什么。<br>带着这种想法，她试图在他看到令人愉悦的事物时，<br>找出他眼中的激情火花，亦或是片刻的窒息、欢喜的面容。

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 只是……很快……他就不再是那样了。<br><br>她所认识的坦尼尔如今戴上了一张面具。这几乎成为了他的新面孔，因此她也差点忘记了……<br><br>他以前是喜欢艺术的，应该没记错吧？每当两人找到有关画廊的记忆，他就会开始指点江山……<br><br>现在他正摹绘着周围的景象，并在画布面前加了一个茶杯。<br>茶杯位于画布前面的地板上，而不是凳子上。<br>这是他个人的创新，并不是实际场景的样子。<br><br>她在门后评论道：“画的真棒，坦尼尔。”<br><br>他慢慢停手，终于将炭笔放回了原处，又隔着自己的肩头回瞥了一眼。<br><br>“只是模仿而已”，他说道。

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The world shifts and blends fantastically, fascinating her always. Tenniel, however, never seems very<br>thrilled by it.<br><br>Therefore, as they leave the scene of a horrific fire spurred by flying machines, the last burning wisps of<br>tragic memory trailing behind them, Alice confronts him with a question: “Have you no passion at all, <br>Tenniel?”<br><br>To this, he smirks and says, “I never suffer, no.”<br><br>To this, she looks at him dully.<br><br>He must have something in that tied up chest of his. With that in mind, she tries to catch any sparkle in<br>his eye, any breath cut short, any sort of pleased look—as he looks upon pleasant things.

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But... rather quickly... he stopped all of that.<br><br>The Tenniel she knew now wore a mask. It had almost become his new face, and so she’d forgotten...<br><br>He did like art, didn’t he? He used to remark on it whenever they found memories of galleries...<br><br>Now he sketches his surroundings, adding to them a teacup sitting on the floor before the canvas instead<br>of a stool. An invention of his own, not a part of the scene.<br><br>She remarks from behind the door, “That’s very nice, Tenniel.”<br><br>He slows to nothing, and rests the charcoal back where he found it. He glances over his shoulder.<br><br>“It’s only an imitation,” he says.

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===7-5===

 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Jump]]

 “……将它和你无暇的思维相比，然后呢？”他问道。<br><br>“……坦尼尔……”她念着他的名字。<br><br>“我的名字可不是动词。你刚才的对比具体是要表达什么呢？”他打趣道。<br><br>然而爱丽丝才不管这些。“坦尼尔！”<br>她大喊着，气势汹汹地冲进了房间。“你知道我刚才那样称呼你的原因，对吧！？”<br><br>“那是我的名字”，他回答道。<br><br>“哥哥？”她疑惑地做出反应。<br><br>“坦尼尔”，他微笑着坚称道。

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 “如果你看到了那里”，他说道。“你肯定就会明白的。以及，爱丽丝……”<br><br>她握住碎片，然后回应道：“什么？”<br><br>“我当然只是个仿冒品，但你能否——”他顿了顿。“能否……”<br><br>“什么？”她催促着。<br><br>“……保重”，他说道。“注意安全，爱丽丝。”<br> <br>“这根本接不上……你是个仿冒品，你自己说了……‘一个仿冒品，但是’……？

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 “...‘Comparing it to your flawless mind,’ what?” he asks.<br><br>“...Tenniel...” she addresses him.<br><br>“My name is no verb. Where precisely is this comparison going?” he teases.<br><br>But, Alice insists. “Tenniel!” She shouts, stomping into the room. “You know why it is that I called you that,<br>don’t you!?”<br><br>“It is my name,” he replies.<br><br>“‘Brother’?” she answers, baffled.<br><br>“Tenniel,” he confirms with a smile.

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 “If you look there,” he says, “I know you will understand. Also, Alice...”<br><br>She grips the shard before answering, “Yes?”<br><br>“I am surely just an imitation, but would you—” he stops. “Would you...”<br><br>“Yes?” she prompts him.<br><br>“...Take care,” he says, “and stay safe, Alice?”<br><br>“That doesn’t follow... You’re an imitation, you said... ‘An imitation, but’...?”

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===7-6===

 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Felis]]

 她发现自己身处一个平淡无奇，甚至有些灰暗的地方。<br>这是一间医院的房间，有着白色的墙壁和天花板。<br>准确地说，这是一间病房——一个安静的房间，窗外是几只扑扇着翅膀的帝王蝶。<br>而令她惊讶的是，她在片刻之间就认出了这里，她从未意识到的遗失记忆涌入了自己的脑海。<br><br>这里的外面有一座公园。<br>这里的护士们友善而耐心。<br>这里的天气似乎总是晴朗。<br>她几乎一直都住在这里。<br><br>她感到了晕眩，试图将信息都整理一遍，但还未来得及开始，就听到了身后的脚步声。<br>她转过身，看到门边有一个人，他手持一朵绣球花，敞开穿着一件轻薄的带兜帽运动衫，看起来颇有现代感。<br>他在里面穿的是一件T恤，下面是一件宽松的裤子，以及简约而舒适的鞋子。<br>他的表情透露着单纯和安心——她认识这张脸。这个人看来就像是坦尼尔。不过，“他”的名字……

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 她看着自己的手，她看见了。<br><br>她将手套拉紧，她感觉到了。<br><br>她将花朵从发丝间摘下，她听到了，闻到了。她对着花瓣张开了嘴。<br><br>什么才是真实？是我看到的吗？是我尝到的吗？是我摸到的吗？<br><br>如果是那样……<br><br>“爱丽丝”死了，但爱丽丝活着。<br><br>如果坦尼尔只是一段回忆，那么他肯定还存在着。<br><br>以真实而言，她只是个四处游荡的灵魂。<br><br>她一路来到了这里，不是吗？如果不去管所谓的“真相”的话。<br><br>如果是这样……那便还有出路。

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She finds herself in something unremarkable, and even a little dull. It is a hospital room with white walls<br>and ceiling. To be precise: a patient’s room—a quiet room, with monarch butterflies fluttering outside the<br>open window. And, to her surprise, in the moment she recognizes the place, memories she hadn’t realized<br>she’d lost rush into her skull.<br><br>That there was a park outside.<br>That the nurses were friendly and kind.<br>That the weather always seemed perfect.<br>That she nearly always lived here.<br><br>She feels overwhelmed, trying to sort it all, but before she can even begin she hears footsteps behind and<br>turns. There is a person there, at the door, with a hydrangea in hand, presently dressed in a thin and open,<br>hooded sweatshirt. He wears a T-shirt beneath that, looser slacks over his legs, simple and comfortable<br>shoes... and his face. She knows his face. This man is a man who looks like Tenniel.<br>“His” name, however, is...

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She looks at her hand, and she sees it.<br><br>She pulls her glove taught, and she feels it.<br><br>She takes the flower from her hair and hears it. Smells it. She opens her mouth over the petals.<br><br>What is reality? Is it what you see? What you taste? What you touch?<br><br>If that is so...<br><br>“Alice” is dead, and Alice is alive.<br><br>And if Tenniel was a memory, then he must remain as well.<br><br>In reality, she knows herself to be a wanderer of worlds.<br><br>She made it here, didn’t she? Regardless of the “truth”.<br><br>And if that is so... there is a way out.

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