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| * FTR难度最开始的地方包含和[[PRAGMATISM]]与[[Sheriruth]]类似部分，<s>然而在210的BPM下仍然十分可怕</s>。 | | * FTR难度最开始的地方包含和[[PRAGMATISM]]与[[Sheriruth]]类似部分，<s>然而在210的BPM下仍然十分可怕</s>。 |
| * FTR中部有两个隐藏note，请查看[//www.bilibili.com/video/av15990601 该谱面确认]视频。 | | * FTR中部有两个隐藏note，请查看[//www.bilibili.com/video/av15990601 该谱面确认]视频。 |
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| ==== 故事 ====
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| ===== 英文原文 =====
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| '''• Past'''
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| Perhaps she should have worried, because her heart was suddenly in pain.
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| She drew back, covered her mouth, and her eyes went wide in confusion. She had been standing on the floor of a gigantic and bitter maze that doubled as a tower, but she now began to fall to her knees. Before she hit the ground, the structure began to break and fall first.
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| The memories of sorrowful days that she had gathered came around her like a cloak, the tower's memories turned from a falling slow rain into a downpour. She and the maze fell like stones, and although she should have been terrified to drop so far and so fast, all she could feel was confusion.
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| She splashed down into a sea of the fragmented happiness of other worlds. The waves she and the crashing labyrinth caused were immense. Glass pushed against glass in a way that could be described as both ugly and beautiful, and she knelt at the center of that storm.
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| She was confused because she was hurting. Everything hurt. Her heart was bursting. The cloak of memories that she'd collected turned into a grotesque sphere and surrounded her. The world of white disappeared from her vision, leaving only horrible things. Heaving, sweating, and trembling, she looked into the glass, into the Arcaea, deeply. And as she came to realize that her heart was breaking,
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| That her sanity was breaking,
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| The memory of the end of the world that she'd seen earlier slowly drifted into view.
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| '''• Present'''
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| The girl had felt many emotions since her waking into the white and ruined world. Mostly, she'd felt anger, 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 fact, she was only walking forward because she believed at the end of her steps there would be something good. She had hope. She was certain that this chaos was leading into light. She was certain that the torments she was facing, that the horrors she was holding, could be completely shattered.
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| Yes, she was emotional. She felt so strongly that when faced with the idea that no, in fact, nothing had a purpose...she began to suffer.
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| The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes. And so the girl sat on her knees in a malformed circle of death, looking at a world coming to its end. This was the first time she had felt the emotion of sadness, and it was quickly turning into despair.The world of Arcaea was a pointless world. It was the manifestation of worlds gone. It had no substance, only the reflections of such. Even the glowing and joyful memories she had sometimes encountered on her way were still only memories of the past. Like night comes after day, they had to have led into the end she now saw spinning slowly in the air before her. Her eyes welled with tears.
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| She had felt so much since waking up.
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| She'd felt joy. Joy left her.
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| She'd felt felt fear. Fear left her.
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| Anger left her.
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| Hope left her.
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| Even sadness and despair now left her.
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| Her eyes went dark and she could feel resonance with the glass. The shell of memories around her began to crack and split open. She emerged from it and stood in the blinding light, and couldn't feel anything at all.
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| '''• Future'''
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| Like an ocean stained with oil, the memories of a cursed labyrinth and the memories she had brought with her all fell and muddled into the soothing glass around her. Most of them churned into a gray mass, some would suddenly jut up from the ground like spikes. She went still, and slowly looked over every shard, just...counting them. Even when memories came shooting up sharply near her eyes, she continued to count.
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| Eventually she lifted a finger, beckoning some of the shards toward her. And, with a simple thought, the fragments came together in the shape of a fragile butterfly. She commanded it into the sky, to reflect the world of white, and when it came down again to tell her what it had seen, with a simple thought she slowly tore off each of its wings, and let it fall into nothing. Then, she walked forward from the corrupted sea, willing each pillar of lost time that entered her path to explode and shatter.
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| Time passed. She changed.
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| She no longer sought to collect memories. She walked through the world mostly absently. She discovered things about it and about herself, but she had no ambitions.
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| Now she walked beside an old and crumbling building, twirling a parasol she had found in the ruins some day. Silently, a creature formed of glass reflecting bitter days glided down toward her from the sky. It resembled a glistening and jagged crow, and it was something she considered no more than a tool. After that day at the now-fallen tower, she'd become more in-tune with the chaotic Arcaea and was able to call upon things like this. In its own way, it whispered to her of places beyond her reach in the blinding white world. Glaring at it, she had it burst and fall apart, and she moved on.
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| These crows of hers sickened her with news. The world was empty, that's all they said. That she knew. She'd never find anyone else here.
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| She wanted to. She needed to. But, it was not because she hoped to have someone to share her fate with.
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| She needed to let this frustration out on something alive. She needed someone to hurt.
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