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 无论何处都是现成的大餐。
 无论何处都是现成的大餐。
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 她用臼齿将记忆的碎片咬成两 半，这个记忆的历史就这样随风飘散。
 她用臼齿将记忆的碎片咬成两
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这个世界充满着食物，而且她从苏醒以来，就没有任何一刻不觉得饿的。}}
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Between her teeth,the flat,hard surfaces feel-they FEEL right,and comfortable.
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The sharp and jagged edge tickles her tongue.
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A memory of loss: of desperation, failure, and ultimately anguish. These aren't the words she'd use... She would describe this memory as "sad", herself. In anticipation, her lips tug upward with a giddiness she cannot hide.
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She already knows-this will be savory. Now,she bites into the glass.
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"Ahh," utters the white and black (and orange, and green), bat-like creature at her right. "Well,that's fine."
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This is Fans.
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"Were you hungry?" asks the black and white (and green, and orange), bat-like creature at her left. "Tell us when you are!"
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This is Drem.
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"Mmm!" she moans with glee, holding her cheek. The glass has broken between her teeth. The shards and dust coat her tongue. It feels warm. It tastes like a fine dinner: like meat,with flowing,salt-kissed juices.
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But her vocabulary is,again, somewhat limited. All she has to say to describe the taste, as a bit of saliva drops from the cormer of her mouth, is "Delicious!"
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"That's great, Ayu!" Fans exclaims, flapping its wings excitedly.
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"It's yummy!" she declares before swallowing the remaining fragments.
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Drem hovers behind her with some curiosity. "Huh, 'yummy'." It repeats. "What sort of 'yummy', Ayu?"
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"Like... steak!"With this stated, she begins to march forward,and her "bat" familiars follow.
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"What does steak taste like?"
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"Oh,Drem..." she sighs,with the same intonation that she might use for a lost child. "You're so dumb!"
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"I just don't know what steak tastes like," Drem asserts. "Like what?" it asks.
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"Like meat!" she declares, and-spotting something unusual-she plucks a shining piece of glass from the air.
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"So,salty?" asks Drem.
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"And yummy!" she reminds it, popping the new glass between her lips. It is a memory of celebration: accomplishment,new life,and mirth.She would call it "happy".
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And Fans announces,"Yeah! Having something sweet after something salty is common sense!
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"See? Fans is smarter than you, Drem," she says, laughing once through her nose.
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"I was going to say that," says Drem. "I knew that, and I was going to say it."
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Sucking on her new glass,she absently answers "Uh-huh" and begins to hum, swinging her arms to her chosen time. The glass tastes and feels like sugar.
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A world of white stretches out before them.Behind them, the land is filled with ruins. Before and behind are the same-
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And everywhere,there is glass.
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Everywhere,a waiting meal.
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She splits the memory apart with her molars. Its history dies.
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The world is full of food, and ever since she awakened, she has been ceaselessly hungry.}}
 
===11-2===
解锁条件：完成[[#11-1|11-1]],购入[[init()]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Rugie]]
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她们永远都不会累，她不会，那两只蝙蝠也不会。
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德莱姆坐在她头上，两边的翅膀开始拍打她的脸庞。凡斯飞翔在高空，大喊有一大群一一
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“一大群……白色的东西！”她的伙伴大喊。“彩梦，是白色的玻璃！
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“甜食吗？”彩梦不顾眼前不断拍动的翅膀问道。就在她的嘴巴和鼻子还在因为咀嚼的动作而上下起伏时，第二只蝙蝠说道：
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“往右边走，快！”
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凡斯附和道：“没错！往右！”
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“有更多的甜食吗？”彩梦再次问道。“更多的甜食……”她发出呻吟，双肩下垂。翅膀还在轻轻拍打着她的前额。“各位，你们明明就知道我比较喜欢……你知道的……喜欢多一点食物种类……”
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“根本不是那样的，好吗？”凡斯这样告诉她。
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而她则问道：“ ‘什么’ 不是怎样？”。
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德莱姆此时终于从她头上飞开。
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“彩梦。”它呼唤对方，双翼不再往她脸上拍打，而是在她的面前拍动。
“你不是很饿吗？”
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“我哪次不饿。”她回应道。她翻了个白眼接着说道：“来吧，德莱姆。
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“那样的话，你还是吃份大餐比较好哦！”德莱姆大喊，激动地拍动着它的翅膀。她认得那股动能，双脚缓步向前、眼神开始游移。“那里有好多的玻——……如果吃——……更好的……那真是……还有……”
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她在两旁风格迥异的建筑之间的道路上看见满满的玻璃碎片。她一眼就能看出，那些记忆里面有着快乐和痛苦在等着她。她瞥了德莱姆一眼，接着便动身往那条道路慢慢晃了过去。
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“嗯哼？”她在听见其中那只比较烦人的蝙蝠尾音上扬的问句后，这样回复道。
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“没错！”它大叫道。“那么一—”
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她继续往前走，很快就来到刚才看到的那条道路，奇怪的玻璃碎片飘浮在头顶上方的空中。
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她从玻璃的倒影中看见了过去的景象，她的肚子发出咕噜咕噜的叫声。
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接着，她又伸手去抓了另一片不同的玻璃碎片。
一只手握住光明，另一只手掌握着纷争，彩梦将两块玻璃碎片同时往嘴里送……然后大口咬下。
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混合在一起的味道立刻就让她着了迷。
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“啊……你又来了。”德莱姆叹气道，它这才发现原来对方早就没在搭理它了。
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“不对、不对，这样不对。”她的蝙蝠凡斯哀叹道。“有问题的并不是这个地方，而是我们刚才提到的那一团混乱……！唉……”它叹口气，心想算了。接着，它承认道：“至少她看起来很开心。”
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“嗯。”德莱姆停顿了一下才又接续着说道：“你说得对，至少她看起来很开心”。
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确实如此，这两种味道混合在一起实在美味至极。毕竟鲜少有机会看到这两种玻璃碎片同时出现，所以她每次都会想要多把握这种机会。此地乃一宝库也，她笑得合不拢嘴。
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但是下次，她的这两只蝙蝠还会再提醒她。而且下次，她会懂得听对方的劝告。就好比玻璃碎片在齿间滑动的感觉，她发现这两只蝙蝠所说的话偶尔也是“正确”的，而这样的正确感令她感到满足。她受到满足感所驱使，并且会为了获得满足感而采取行动。这样的存在朴实无华，但存在是否还需要更多的理由呢？
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如果说倾听他人的意见与想法能够让她感到满足的话……
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又或者说如果寂静与沉默也能偶尔令她感到畅快的话……
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如果是这样，那么她愿意在短暂的片刻中张大耳朵、用舌尖仔细品味。}}
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They never tire: not her, nor her bats.
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Drem sits on her head and beats its wings into her face. Fans is flying high, and shouting about crowds-
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"Crowds of... white!" the familiar cries. "White glass, Ayu!"
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"Sweets?" Ayu asks through the still-beating wings. As it continues to thump her mouth and nose,her second bat enunciates:
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"Go.To.The.Right!"
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Fans adds, "Yeah! The right!"
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"More sweets?" Ayu asks once more. "More sweets..." she groans as her shoulders sink.Wings continue to strike her forehead softly."You already know I like it more with some, y'know... That I like VARIETY more, guys..."
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"That's not how it works," Fans tells her.
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And she asks, "It's not how 'what' works?"
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Finally,Drem lifts from her head.
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"Ayu," it addresses her, flapping now in front of her face rather than into it, "aren't you hungry?"
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"I'm always hungry," she replies. And, she rolls her eyes, saying, "Come on, Drem."
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"Then it's better if you have a big meal!" Drem cries, beating its wings enthusiastically.She recognizes the motions, slouches slowly, and her gaze begins to drift. "There's a lot of gla-.. if you ea-...Have a better...That's...And..."
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She spots a menagerie of shards on a path between two houses from two cultures.She can tell at a glance that memories of pleasures and memories of pains await her there.She glances at Drem, then starts wandering toward the path.
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"Mm-hmm?" she replies, hearing the upward inflection of a question from her more pestering bat. "That's right!" it shouts. "So-"
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She continues to walk, and soon finds herself along the path proper, queer glass floating overhead. She sees old days in the reflections.Her stomach growls.
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And she grabs an opposing pair.
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With light in one hand, and conflict in the other, Ayu brings both pieces of glass toward her mouth... and chomps down.
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The mixture is at once a delight.
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"Aaah...there you go again," Drem sighs, finally realizing that it has lost her attention.
"Wrong,wrong,wrong," bemoans her bat Fans. "It's not HERE that's a problem,it's the... The big mess we were telling you to...! Hahhh..." It sighs. It relents. And, it admits:"At least she looks happy."
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"Well," Drem begins, pausing a little while before it says, "yes. At least she looks happy."
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It is only the truth: these are two tastes that taste great together. It is a rare thing to find them side by side, and so she always feels coaxed by the opportunity.What this is is a treasure trove.Now,her smile is interminable.
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But after, her bats will beckon her again. Next time,she will listen.Like glass between her teeth,she finds that hearing them,sometimes, feels altogether"correct".And that correctness is satisfying.She is driven by satisfaction-she acts to the end of satiation. It is a simple existence, but does existence need to be anything more?
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Ultimately,if listening might let her be sated...
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And if silence will sate her too,now and then...
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Then her ears will be open, and her tongue will, for a time, be still.}}
 
===11-3===
解锁条件：完成[[#11-2|11-2]],购入[[init()]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[init()]]
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充满甜味的大量玻璃碎片从视野中消失，但她们很快就又找到了一大片乌漆墨黑、看似相当美味的碎片。
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彩梦、凡斯和德莱姆站在一处破碎的平面，用觊觎的眼神看着下方那一团黑色玻璃，这些碎片不断旋转、搅动并抹灭光线。玻璃碎片彼此碰撞摩擦，发出的声响令人联想到悲鸣与哀号。
有关终结和殒落的记忆被囚禁着，似乎正在发出痛苦的哭喊。彩梦看着这一幕，内心充满好奇的想法。这个世界感觉好奇怪。
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“彩梦。”德莱姆说道，这使她短暂将视线从这团玻璃身上移开。“飞进去吧。”这只蝙蝠鼓励她这么做。
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她回答道：“好啊。”接着便从脚下的平台一跃而下。
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她伸展双手，下落的速度瞬间趋缓。她不断碰撞到围绕在身旁的玻璃，虽然这些碎片不请自来，但她也并不排斥。她向前伸出自己的手，这股由碎片所形成的漩涡戛然而止。她呼唤玻璃来到自己的手中。
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接着，她便开始进食。
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“彩梦，很好。”
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“彩梦，很棒！”
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她露出笑容。她皱起眉头。
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确实，她内心的饥饿感从未消散。
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不论是玻璃、碎片还是粉尘，在她大口咬下的那个瞬间似乎都会消散无踪。
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也正因为如此，她才会如此重视味觉这件事。她在大口咬碎玻璃时，味觉几乎是她所获得的唯一回应。老实说，她常常感到自己的肚腹只是一个虚无的空间，而她则必须不断去填补那个无底洞。
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为求拥有感觉，为求体验疼痛。当然，也为了满足她那嗷嗷待哺的舌尖。她大口咀嚼、大快朵颐，亮光逐渐重返她周遭的世界。
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她内心里的好奇消失了，这个世界所带来的那股奇怪的感觉也随之散去。没过多久，碎片的漩涡便消失无踪，她的舌尖空舔着自己的牙齿。
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心满意足。
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她露出一抹灿烂的笑容。
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“好棒！”她大叫道。
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“对啊！”凡斯同意道。
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“看起来很美味。”德莱姆也表示认同。
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她并不讨厌自己的这两只蝙蝠，她内心里知道，对方只是想要逗她笑。
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它们也知道她总是有着强烈的饥饿感。
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她降落到地面上，开开心心地向前走。她们聊到了颜色、聊到了飞行和食物。
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就是她们所在的世界，而这也正是她们之所以出现在这里的原因。
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“那是什么？”德莱姆突然说道。
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“噢……是什么呢？”凡斯跟着说道，并跟随它伙伴的目光看去。
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彩梦抬起头来，把目光移向天空。
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在她的头顶上，有一块玻璃碎片形单影只的飘浮在空中，一动也不动。它使周遭的空气发生改变，从那块碎片所倒映出的影像当中看不出任何端倪。
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“彩梦，快去吃它。”凡斯说道。
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“快去吃吧。”德莱姆说道。
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彩梦丝毫没有犹豫，只是很坚定、很开心地点点头。她和她的两只蝙蝠一起向上空飞去。挂着一抹笑容的她面对着这块怪异的玻璃。
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“说不定……”她一边靠近那块玻璃、一边说道：“这个或许能够填饱我的肚子。”}}
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They lose sight of the swarm of sweets,but soon find themselves at something wide, dark, and most probably very delicious.
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Ayu,Fans, and Drem stand at a fractured ledge leering above a pit of black glass, which swirls, churns,and kills light.Its pieces scrape against one another,and the sound produced is reminiscent of a wail.Those confined memories of ends and falls seem to be screaming in agony. Ayu looks upon it all-in a word-curiously.The world feels odd.
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"Ayu," says Drem, causing her to glance its way. "Fly into it," the bat bids.
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She answers, "'Kay," and she steps from the ledge.
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With her arms held out,her descent slows immediately.Glass whips around her carelessly, unbidden and unrepelled.She holds her hand out, and the vortex ceases.She calls the shards to her hand.
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And so,she begins to eat.
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"Good,Ayu."
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"Great,Ayu!"
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She smiles.She frowns.
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Colorful Dream Truly,the hunger never fades.
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The shards,the fragments,the dust-they all seem to vanish into nothing when she gulps them down.
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It is for that reason she values taste.Cracking glass between her teeth accomplishes little else.In fact, what she thinks is a stomach often merely feels like a void she is continually compelled to feed.
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For the feeling.For the ache.And,of course,for her waiting tongue. She bites,she feasts,and light slowly returns.
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Her curiosity fades, and the odd sensation of the world along with it. Inlittle time, the vortex is gone, and she is running her tongue along the edge of her teeth.
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Satisfied.
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She grins brightly.
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"That was great!" she shouts.
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"Yeah!" Fans agrees.
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"It looked delicious," Drem affirms.
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She does not hate her bats. They want her to smile,and she knows that.
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And they know her stomach is always empty.
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She lands on the earth and frolics ahead.They chat about colors.They chat about flight,and food.
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This is the world to them, and this is why they are here.
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"What's that?" Drem speaks up suddenly.
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"Oh... What is it?" Fans adds, looking to where its fellow familiar is staring.
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Ayu lifts her gaze to the skies.
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Above,a shard of glass, entirely alone, floats still and steady in the air. It shifts that air. Its reflection is unreadable.
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"Eat that,Ayu,"says Fans.
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"Go eat it," says Drem.
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And easily,Ayu agrees with a strong and cheerful nod. Her bats take flight, and she does too.With a smile,she faces the aberrant glass.
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"Who knows?" she says as they approach. "Maybe it'll fill me up."}}
 
===12-1===
解锁条件：购入[[NEO WINGS]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Snow White]]
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“认知”意味着什么？
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是我们的所想？还是我们的所见？又或者是我们的所感？亦或是我们的所闻？
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感知到的事物，就一定是真切的？
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必然如此。
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所谓的“认知”，必然是一个人透过自己的感官或是他人的说明所获得的感知。
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尤其对小孩来说，这更是个必然的真理。
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我想要跟你介绍一个人，这个人我素昧平生，但我很确定我认识对方。
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曾经，我汇集了她的所有记忆，并且把这些记忆拼凑在一起，通过某种方式成为了一则故事……
<br><br>
这个故事是这样的……
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……在某个不起眼的宇宙中，某个地处偏远的边陲地带，存在着一颗普通的星体。
<br>
居住在这颗星体上的人民团结一心。那个文明下的孩童从十岁开始就有机会觉醒从出生起就潜在的能力，
<br>
然后一直保持这样的状态直到十七岁，可谓是这个不起眼的宇宙中相当不寻常的特质。
<br>
这些孩童的所思所想，能够直接在现实世界中具现化。
----
他们不是神，但他们确实是拥有惊人能力的建筑师。他们凭借着这股超凡力量守护自己的世界。
<br><br>
我们的孩子，便是这些少数拥有如此超能力的孩童当中的一个。
<br><br>
那个国家的名称……我不记得了。那个世界也是……我记不清了。不过我还记得，
<br>
她的名字是……“维塔”。
<br><br>
某天，维塔在她的房间醒来，透过头顶上的天窗看见户外昏暗的夜色。随后，
<br>
她身旁的朋友也纷纷醒了过来。他们互道“早安”，却是在暮色中起身。过去这两年来，
<br>
他们每晚都重复着这样的例行公事。
<br>
他们走去洗手间清洗准备。他们谈论着最近正在收看的有声剧以及近期开始阅读的书本或漫画。
<br>
他们谈论着自己的梦境。
----
维塔和其他人穿着同样的制服，在轻松愉快的交谈声中，来到了中央指挥室。
<br><br>
这个宇宙正处于战争。
<br><br>
各方强权争夺着孩子无法理解的事物，战火偶尔会烧到他们在外太空的领域，
<br>
不过这些强权大部分时候都只会彼此互相争斗。她的星球在这场战争中采取中立态度，
<br>
而她和其他孩童则是少数被选中的重要人物，必须负起重大使命维护这样的和平。
<br><br>
那里有在天空之上战斗的男女；那里有用尽文字与决策与其他世界维稳关系的大人；
<br>
那里有在充满暴力和混乱的时期维护秩序稳定的外派士兵和使节；此外，
<br>
那里还有神经／心灵通道／网格测量（统称 NMPGM），仅些微的力量便能造成干扰，
<br>
而若释放全力则无可阻挡。对于其他世界的许多人来说，这样的能力就是活生生的梦魇。
----
这个部分我就不再多加赘述。
<br><br>
维塔进入中央指挥室，没有多花心思去赞叹这个巨大空间的宏伟，
<br>
也没有在几层楼高的巨大中庭内因为像漩涡一样汹涌澎湃的混杂思绪和意念而踌躇片刻。
<br>
她和她的朋友必须扮演好自己的角色，随着他们走向各自的座位，彼此的交谈声逐渐淡去。
<br>
大家都能感应到彼此的心灵在背负起沉重的责任后不再如刚开始那般放松。
<br><br>
他们要为了这个世界、为了和平与繁荣而奋斗——这超乎了太空中的每一片领地，
<br>
领地上的每一位人民。
----
她连接至NMPGM。她集中精神，透过意念让大家安静下来……然后开始着手处理她所负责的通道。
<br><br>
她将一切抛诸脑后，尽责致力于自己的工作。
<br><br>
……直到她突然之间收到一个未知信号。}}
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What does it mean to "know"?
<br>
Is it what one thinks? What one sees? What one feels? What one hears?
<br><br>
Is perception what grants certainty?
<br><br>
Certainly.
<br><br>
Certainly the "known" is what one perceives, through their senses or through whatever they're told.
<br><br>
For a child especially, that is certainly true.
----
I want to talk about somebody here: somebody whom I've never met, but whom I feel sure that I know.
<br><br>
Once, I gathered all of her memories and lined them up, and in a way it created a story...
<br><br>
This is how it began...
<br><br>
...In the terribly far reaches of an unremarkable universe existed a typical celestial body. Upon it,
<br>
its people were united. From the age of ten, the children here had a chance to awaken to something
<br>
they may have been born with, which would stay with them until their seventeenth year: something
<br>
remarkable within the unremarkable universe. What they wished and what they thought could
<br>
manifest within reality.
----
They weren't gods, but they were unusual architects. And with their magnificent
<br>
abilities, they could protect their world.
<br><br>
Of the few boys and girls born so special, our child was another.
<br><br>
The country's name... I don't remember. The world's, too—I don't recall. Her
<br>
name, though, was... is "Vita".
<br><br>
Vita woke up in her room one day, and saw above her the night sky through a
<br>
dimmed window. As she woke, so did her friends around her. They each wished
<br>
one another a good "morning" and rose for the evening. They had done so every
<br>
night for the past two years. They went to ready themselves in the washrooms.
<br>
They talked about audio dramas they followed, and about books and comics they
<br>
would read. They talked about their dreams.
----
Vita and the rest, dressed in their uniforms, walked toward the central command room, still
<br>
speaking frivolously.
<br><br>
The universe was at war.
<br><br>
Powers vying for things beyond the children's understanding would occasionally try to breach
<br>
their territory in space, but largely, those powers fought amongst themselves. Her planet
<br>
represented neutrality, and she and the other children were one of several essential bodies
<br>
tasked for maintaining that neutrality..
<br><br>
There were the men and women who fought in and above the skies. There were the other adults
<br>
who used their words and acumen to broker good relations between her world and others. There
<br>
were the expat soldiers and diplomats who would ensure whatever stability could be ensured in
<br>
those times of violence and decay. And there was the Nerve/Mind Pathway/Grid Measure—in small
<br>
applications a nuisance, and in large-scale invincible and, in the opinion of many outside of
<br>
her world, a sleeping terror.
----
I will curb the exposition and narrate.
<br><br>
Vita entered central command taking no pause at its grandiosity and majesty—no hesitation at the
<br>
cacophony of thoughts and wills swirling throughout the massive, several-storied atrium. She and
<br>
her friends had a part to play, and as they neared their assigned seats, their chatter naturally
<br>
dying, they could all hear one another's minds pulling away from the frivolous as they attuned
<br>
instead to their vital responsibility.
<br><br>
For a world of worth, for peace and prosperity beyond any other throughout all the reaches of
<br>
space—beyond any other within any land.
----
She connected to the NMPGM. She focused down, quieted the others in her mind...and began to tend
<br>
to her part of the pathways.
<br><br>
She let nothing bother her. She did her work.
<br><br>
...Until it came about that she received an unknown signal.}}
 
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……前一个晚上：
<br>
大家在简报中听取了自己所需要知道的一切资讯。
<br><br>
关于另一颗星球源源不绝的混沌、关于他们的船舰在领域之外遭到劫持的事件、
<br>
关于预定在下个礼拜进行的娱乐项目……
<br><br>
他们试图无视死亡的消息，而讨论着即将举办的音乐会，
<br>
或是开心聊着各种大大小小的成就。举例来说……
----
除了第四星球以外，另一个更友善的星系似乎总是能够自给自足。他们跟那个星系之间有
<br>
个简单的交易：他们同意让那群人使用NMPGM，而作为交换，那群人需要从那颗大气扰动强烈、
<br>
无时无刻都危机四伏的星球中给他们提供资源。
<br><br>
她的同胞心胸宽厚，至少大多数人都懂得给予和接受，这样的关系对他们很有利。
<br>
人们常常会试着静悄悄地使用或入侵具有心理防卫机制的网络，以此为自己牟利。
<br>
虽然维塔对此并没有太多了解，但她至少明白其中的道理：如果想要什么东西，
<br>
还是坦白向对方开口比较好。
<br><br>
她有时会询问另一颗星球的混沌究竟从何而起。在她昨晚听取的简报中，
<br>
有关那颗星球的消息再次出现。那是问题真正的症结点。对她来说，
<br>
那些因为鸡毛蒜皮的小事而引起的战争听上去都很愚蠢而且没有必要。
----
她常常说……
<br><br>
“……在这个世界要找点能让自己开心的事情没那么难吧？”
<br><br>
记住这句话。
----
她在那天接收到了某个未知的信号……
<br><br>
她加强自己负责看管的通道时听见一道声音：“西边需要协助，座标是——”<br><br>她的身体一阵颤抖，在环顾周围的其他孩童后，她意识到自己是唯一一个听见这道声音的人。
<br><br>
在她使用工作站旁边的电脑输入她刚才接收到的那个座标时，她做好心理准备，
<br>
将自己的想法发送了出去：
<br><br>
“请表明你的等级和职位。你是工程部还是沟通部的人？你为什么会在外太空？”
<br><br>
没有人回应她的问题。她内心惶恐不安的继续执行她的勤务，并且时刻注意着通讯的来源。
<br><br>
良久过后，对方终于做出回应。
----
“你听得见我？等等——难道说真的成功了吗？”
<br><br>
“既然我能听得见你的声音，那么想必你应该知道要怎么‘说话’吧？你不会是超能力者吧？”
<br><br>
她停顿了一下。这样的想法……令人感到背脊发凉。
<br><br>
她告诉对方：“我会保持你的信号畅通，然后把你转接到指挥官那——”
<br><br>
“等等！你应该是NMPGM 的其中一位建筑师，对吧？你来自那个中立国家……！”
<br><br>
“这不是大家都知道的事情吗？”她回覆道，扰人的情绪开始在指尖蔓延开来。 “开始转接——”
----
“果…果然跟我想得一样！你们这些自大狂妄的家伙，我就知道这样行不通！
<br>
为什么要派我来做这种事情啊……”
<br><br>
她不经意缓缓捏了一下自己座位边的扶手。
<br><br>
“我并不自大狂妄。”她回覆道。 “我不清楚你是用什么方法入侵的，但他们一定会查清真相。
<br>
我必须警告你，你最好不要来招惹我们的网络和人民。如果你害我们违反中立原则，
<br>
我们一定会让你付出代价。知…知道了吗？”
<br><br>
“但如果你们先自己动手了呢？”对方问道。
<br><br>
她的语气听起来被惹毛了：“你说什么？”
----
“我是说，如果你们先害自己违反中立原则呢？”
<br><br>
“从来没有发生过这种事，往后也不会发生。”
<br><br>
“看样子你从来没有听过彼得罗呢。”
<br><br>
她本来正准备回话，但她紧接着意识到自己确实没有听过这个名字。
----
“我要切断这次通讯了。”对方说道。 “但我还会回来。你们的网络这么发达，
<br>
那自己去搜一下’彼得罗‘啊，你那边应该没有搞审查制度这种东西吧？
<br>
毕竟那里应该是片好地方嘛。再见。”
<br><br>
通讯到此结束。
<br><br>
她的心跳得很快，赶忙在旁人察觉异样之前返回到工作岗位。
<br><br>
她没有听过彼得罗，但明天早上她打算去一探究竟。}}
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...The night before:
<br>
Through their briefings, they were informed of what they needed to know.
<br><br>
About the disorder continuing on another planet, about the hijackings of their vessels within foreign
<br>
space, about the entertainment planned for later in the week...
<br><br>
They tended to ignore the death, and discuss coming concerts—or they tended to talk happily of
<br>
accomplishments. For example...
----
A friendlier system beside the fourth planet out always seemed to help their own. They had a simple
<br>
deal with that system: allowing this other society to utilize the NMPGM while they provided resources
<br>
from that perpetually dangerous planet with a turbulent atmosphere.
<br><br>
Her society was magnanimous, mostly: give, receive—such relationships served them well. Often,
<br>
people tried to use or infiltrate the psychically guarded networks quietly, for their own gain.
<br>
She did not know much, but Vita at least knew that if you wanted something, you were better off
<br>
simply asking for it.
<br><br>
She sometimes asked what that other planet's disorder—the planet she'd been briefed on again the
<br>
night before—what its disorder truly stemmed from. To her, their fighting over what sounded like
<br>
lost and easily forgettable grudges sounded foolish, stupid, needless.
----
She'd often say...
<br><br>
"...It's not like it's hard to find things in this world to be happy about."
<br><br>
Keep this in mind.
----
That day she received an unknown signal...
<br><br>
As she fortified the part of the path she was charged with, she heard, "west and
<br>
seeking aid. Coordinates are—"
<br><br>
And as she flinched, and as she looked around her at the other seated children,
<br>
she realized that she was the only person hearing this voice.
<br><br>
As she entered the coordinates she was given into the computer beside her<br>workstation, she steeled herself and sent out a thought:
<br><br>
"Rank and designation? Are you in Engineering or Communications? Why are you
<br>
offworld?"
<br><br>
Her questions were answered with silence. She nervously continued her duties,
<br>
ever mindful of the source of the transmission.
<br><br>
And eventually, it answered again.
----
"You can hear me? Wait—it actually works?"
<br><br>
"If I can hear you, you should know how to 'talk'. Are you not a Psychic?"
<br><br>
She paused. That was... a rather unsettling notion.
<br><br>
She told the other voice, "I'll be keeping your signal open and bridging<br>you to the commanders of—"
<br><br>
"Wait! You have to be one of the architects of the NMPGM, right!? From
<br>
that neutral country...!"
<br><br>
"There's nowhere that wouldn't know that," she answered, irritation creeping
<br>
over her fingers.
"Initiating bridge—"
----
"J-Just like I thought! The whole lot of you are arrogant—I knew this wouldn't work!
<br>
Why'd they assign me for it..."
<br><br>
Unintentionally, she slowly pinched at her armrest.
<br><br>
"I'm not arrogant," she replied. "Whatever infiltration methods you're using, they're
<br>
going to be found out. I must inform you that our network and people aren't things you
<br>
want to play with. If you break us out of neutrality, we break you. U-Understood?"
<br><br>
"What happens when you break it first?" asked the voice.
<br><br>
And her voice was delivered with a hiss: a sharply sent, "What?"<br>
----
"I said, what happens when you break your neutrality first?"
<br><br>
"That's never happened, and it wouldn't happen."
<br><br>
"So you've never heard of Petorh."
<br><br>
And when she made to reply—she realized that she hadn't.
----
"I'm closing this transmission," said the voice, "but I'll open it again. Use your vast
<br>
networks to search 'Petorh'—they don't censor everything over there, right? You're
<br>
supposed to be a good place. Goodbye."
<br><br>
And so the transmission ended.
<br><br>
With her heart beating, she returned to her work before any disruption could be noticed.
<br><br>
She hadn't heard of Petorh, but she would look into it when the sun rose again.}}
 
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有件很重要的事情，任何活着而且会思考的生物都应该牢记……
<br>
……那就是“真相”和“知识”……并非每次都是相同的两件事。
<br><br>
维塔收到信号的时间点，是在所谓“周末”的几小时惬意时光的前一天。在那之后连续两天，
<br>
她腾出自己的空闲时间在基地的图书馆使用加密信号搜索互联网，<br>这种信号加密原本的功能是掩护她和她的朋友在寻找被禁游戏、<br>美术作品和影片时不至于留下痕迹。大家从来没把它用在正事上过……
<br><br>
不过，由于彼得罗故事的关系，她很感谢自己有这个原本被大家当作是
<br>
“玩具”的东西帮助，因为她从未听说过这般严肃而危险的题材。
----
……
<br><br>
我要在这边特别提一下。
<br><br>
我并不记得我来自哪里。我只“记得”其他 Arcaea 居住者的记忆，
<br>
特别是那些在虚无中的记忆。不过，这次的事件还是很容易回想起来……
<br><br>
在任何你所能想到的世界中，要找到某个象征着“恐怖”的事物都并不困难。
----
在她出生的二十年前，正值 NMPGM 的扩张时期，当时的人们发现了名为彼得罗的小行星，
<br>
但却没有去重视它。
<br><br>
大约在四百年前，那颗小行星被移民级的星际飞船发现，对方当时因为母星的大气消散而被迫逃离家园。
<br>
那艘飞船停靠在小行星上，并建立了“彼得罗”……但这一切都没有被官方承认过。
<br><br>
在没有文件纪录的情况下，彼得罗循着不规律的运行轨道漂泊在荒芜的外太空。
<br>
这颗小行星并没有被遗忘，因为自始自终根本没有人知晓它的存在。
<br><br>
在那之后又过了好几百年，她的这个世界也发现了这颗小行星，但大家并不知道小行星上面住着一群人，
<br>
于是便使用 NMPGM 的力量迅速摧毁了大半的小行星。而这个决定的结果就像是……
<br>
使用炸药过后的下场。小行星有一半汽化，而原本居住在上面的人口
<br>
直接锐减三分之二。
----
彼得罗人向她的世界提出抗议。维塔这边星球的消息来源缺少有关这方面的纪录。
<br>
根据其他星球的传闻指出，她的世界私底下派出秘密组织掩盖消息，消灭受害者的声音。
<br>
彼得罗人后来决定跟某颗帝国行星建立联盟，大家都知道这个帝国有着会接受投降者的传统……
<br><br>
这件事维塔还记得很清楚。听说她的世界曾在某个地处偏远的太空地带爆发了一场……“小冲突”。
<br>
据说当时帝国派出部队与她世界的部队交战。
<br><br>
不过，她家乡以外的其他任何消息来源都给出了完全不一样的说法：
<br>
“因为帝国与某个未经正式授权的垦荒者结盟，
<br>
同时也为了消灭对方存在的事实并掩盖自身所犯’错误‘的痕迹，
<br>
他们动用 NMPGM 使某个星区塌缩，杀死了残存的彼得罗人，连一部分的帝国人也跟着陪葬。”
<br><br>
虽然许多消息来源都采用此一说法，但最后真正说服她相信事实真相的，
<br>
还是来源于她自己世界内部网络最深层的那两页报告。
----
真相……的开端：她这个采取中立态度的世界，其实只是表面上中立。为了达成所谓的“和平”，
<br>
像“彼得罗”这种类似的故事不在少数。其中许多案例的开端甚至还不是“无意”的疏失，
<br>
有一部分人认为彼得罗的事件也绝非意外。
<br><br>
……当然了，这些事情她都没有跟其他人提起。
<br><br>
当然了，等到假日结束之后，她还是像往常那样正常工作。
<br><br>
当然了，她决定要去找那个未知的信号赴约。
----
“我是最后仅存的彼得罗人之一。”对方说道。 “我们只不过是想要逃离罢了。”
<br><br>
逃离那个名为联盟关系的奴隶制度——
<br><br>
逃离这个混乱的星系——
<br><br>
逃离她的星球及其无可比拟的影响力。
<br><br>
“我听说他们的孩童能透过心灵建立通道。我…我们……”对方的声音在颤抖。 “我们就在想，
<br>
说不定孩子能够理解……那些在位者不屑一顾的事情。”
<br><br>
她问道：“你们想要什么？”
<br><br>
对方给出答覆：“我们只想要一条出路。我们……我们听说…这…这个 NMPGM 区通常很安静，
<br>
而且我们知道这个地方地处偏远。我们可以……我们有足够的飞船，
<br>
说不定能到其他的星系去找适合居住的地方，或者是……”
----
对方告诉她，彼得罗人在受到帝国联盟关系……实质是被奴役的期间，发现帝国正在偷偷研发科技，
<br>
打算监视那些维护 NMPGM 的头脑。他们当时窃取了那个技术。在走投无路、山穷水尽的情况下，
<br>
他们心甘情愿与维塔分享这件事，即便他们知道维塔必须将这样的情报回报给上级。
<br><br>
但是彼得罗人当初与帝国建立的“联盟”关系，如今已经毫无意义。
<br>
对方坚称这里的任何事物都没有意义，他们一心只想逃离这个地方。
<br><br>
她很轻易就能满足对方的这个心愿。现代飞船只要一眨眼的工夫就能飞到九霄云外，
<br>
如果能有通道提供超光速旅行则更是如此……
<br><br>
只要抓准时机速战速决送走对方，应该不会留下什么痕迹……吧？
<br><br>
是啊……
<br><br>
她愿意这么做。
----
但是——你知道吗？事情是这样的：
<br><br>
NMPGM 过去被用来使星区塌缩，杀死残存的彼得罗人，根本就没有任何漏网之鱼。
----
维塔透过通道以外的“视野”自然是能看见飞船，但凭借她的力量有办法辨认出对方是什么样的飞船吗？
<br>
有办法清楚看清飞船的外观吗？有办法判断飞船的大小吗？
<br><br>
不行。
<br><br>
她无从知晓。
----
当维塔替准备逃离的“彼得罗人”开启通道时……
<br><br>
……那些通道中瞬间涌入了帝国的战争飞船。
<br><br>
你还记得那些飞船在通道中的移动速度有多快吗？
<br><br>
对对方而言也是一样的……
<br><br>
现代飞船只要一眨眼的工夫就能飞到九霄云外，如果能有通道提供超光速旅行则更是如此……
----
在战争飞船进入 NMPGM 后，对方发动迅速且全面的攻势，她的星球根本无力抵抗。
<br><br>
看样子帝国手上掌握着许多情报，知道每个超能力基地的所在位置，并且优先摧毁了这些重要设施。
<br><br>
她世界的地表很快便遭到轰炸。当下并没有太多时间能够反应，不出几个小时，
<br>
她的世界基本上已经面目全非。
<br><br>
尽管他们并没有束手就擒——
<br><br>
曾经有人尝试反击、尝试接通到另一个信号、尝试尽可能摧毁来犯的敌军船舰——
<br><br>
但绝大多数情况下，充斥着的只有绝望……
----
恐惧……
<br><br>
自我厌恶……
<br><br>
火海、战栗、惊恐，这里已然就是地狱……
<br><br>
他们在这场游戏中“奋战”，但他们所采取的第一个行动，其实早就已经决定了最终的胜负。
<br><br>
从上方袭来的炮弹标示出她基地的所在位置……<br><br>……然后，终结了她、她的上级还有她朋友们的生命。
----
……
<br><br>
在那之后，这位女孩在一片洁白的世界终醒来，眼眶中噙着泪水。
<br><br>
……不过，她并不明白自己为什么流泪，也无法解释胸口中所感受到的莫名疼痛。
----
她跟我们所有人一样，都失去了生命。她跟我们绝大多数一样，都没有前世的记忆。
<br><br>
我不禁在想，她如何解释自己流泪的行为呢？
----
我想，她在拭泪起身的时候，是否能感受到除了伤痛以外的事情？
<br><br>
比如说愧疚感。亦或是责任感。
<br><br>
……我想并非如此。或者我应该这么说：她不应该有这种情绪，也不应该觉得自己有错。
<br><br>
毕竟，所谓的“认知”到底是什么呢？
<br><br>
她现在所“认知”到的事情……什么也没有。
<br><br>
而且……随着这则故事来到结局，在她起身面对这个玻璃世界的同时，
<br>
我们不免还是要提出这个疑问……
----
……
<br><br>
……她是否曾经认知过任何其他的事？}}
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An important fact that any living and thinking being should keep in mind...
<br>
...is that "truth", and "knowledge"... are not always necessarily the same thing.
<br><br>
It had been the day before an ease of hours—the "weekend"—when Vita received
<br>
the signal. For the following two days, she spent her free time within the base's
<br>
library and searching through the inter-network through a signal encryption she and
<br>
her friends typically used to find games, artwork, and videos forbidden to them
<br>
without leaving a trace. It was never for anything serious at all...
<br><br>
The story of Petorh, though, made her appreciate that tool they thought of as a "toy"
<br>
far more than ever, for never had a more serious subject become known to her, nor ever
<br>
one so dangerous.
----
...
<br><br>
I'd like to make a note here.
<br><br>
I don't remember where it was I came from. I only "remember" the memories of others
<br>
within Arcaea, and particularly within the Void. Still from this, it's easy to gather...
<br><br>
It isn't hard at all to find something to call "dreadful" in any world you can think of.
----
Twenty years before her birth, during the NMPGM's expansion, a planetoid named Petorh had been
<br>
discovered and pushed aside.
<br><br>
About four hundred years prior, the planetoid had been discovered by an Exodus-class starship
<br>
fleeing a dissipating atmosphere on their home world. The ship docked there and established
<br>
"Petorh"... unofficially.
<br><br>
Without documentation or declaration, and with an irregular orbit, within desolate space,
<br>
Petorh wasn't forgotten—for it was never known.
<br><br>
Her world then discovered the planetoid itself, and without knowing of its habitation, used
<br>
the might of NMPGM to swiftly devastate half of it. The result was something like... the
<br>
utilization of dynamite. Half the planetoid was vaporized, and with it went two-thirds of
<br>
the native population.
----
The Petorhans sought counsel with her world. Sources from Vita's planet lacked records of
<br>
these pleas. Other planets spoke of theories suggesting the involvement of clandestine
<br>
organizations from her world silencing any petitions. The Petorhans formed an alliance with
<br>
an imperial planet, known for adopting cultures at their surrender...
<br><br>
And Vita did remember that. Her world had supposedly engaged in a... "skirmish" on some
<br>
distant edge of space. Supposedly the Imperium had struck force against the forces from her
<br>
world.
<br><br>
However, source, after source, after source from anywhere other than her homeland claimed
<br>
something very different: "Because of the Imperium's alliance with an unregistered group of
<br>
squatters, and in order to eliminate information of their existence/the existence of their
<br>
world's 'mistake', they used the NMPGM to collapse a sector of space, killing the remaining
<br>
Petorhans—and some of the Imperium for good measure".
<br><br>
And while those many sources told this tale, it took two pages from the deepest sections of
<br>
her own world's inter-network to convince her of the truth.
----
The... beginning of truth: the reality that her neutral world merely wore a neutral mask. In its
<br>
reach for "peace", stories like "Petorh's"... were not at all few in number. Most, even, did not
<br>
begin "accidentally"—and there were some who thought the tale of Petorh, too, had started in the
<br>
same way.
<br><br>
...Naturally, she kept this all to herself.
<br><br>
Naturally, she returned to work when usual working days began once more...
<br><br>
Naturally, she engaged the unknown signal again.
----
"I am among the last Petorhans," it said. "We only want escape."
<br><br>
From an alliance that had in fact brought them into what amounted to slavery—
<br><br>
From the chaos of this entire galaxy—
<br><br>
From, especially, her planet and its overwhelming reach.
<br><br>
"I heard that they had children minding the pathways. I—we—" the voice stammered,
<br>
"we thought maybe a kid could understand... what people at the top wouldn't ever bother to."
<br><br>
She asked, "What do you want?"
<br><br>
To which the voice replied, "Just one way out. What we... We've heard—this—this part of
<br>
the NMPGM is usually quiet, and we know it's very far out. We could... We have enough
<br>
ships that we could probably find another place with other stars, or..."
----
The voice told her that during their alliance—really just enslavement—to the Imperium,
<br>
the Petorhans had discovered that the Imperium had been developing technology to spy on
<br>
the minds supporting the NMPGM. They'd stolen that technology, and being so desperate and
<br>
so burned, they had no issue sharing that fact with Vita—who, of course, would need to report
<br>
this information.
<br><br>
But the "alliance" the Petorhans had made with the Imperium now meant nothing. Nothing
<br>
here meant anything; as the voice insisted, they only wanted to escape.
<br><br>
And she could easily grant it. Modern-day ships could travel with almost instantaneous speed,
<br>
especially with the faster-than-light travel provided by the pathways...
<br><br>
One quick opening, and a quick jump—off the record...?
<br><br>
Yeah...
<br><br>
She would allow it.
----
But—did you know? This is true:
<br><br>
The NMPGM was, in fact, used to collapse a sector of space, killing the remaining Petorhans.
<br>
None at all were left.
----
Vita's "sight" outside of the pathways could certainly see ships—but could she, with her power,
<br>
identify the KIND of ships? The true, non-vague shape? The size, even?
<br><br>
No.
<br><br>
What could she have known?
----
When Vita opened the path for "Petorhan" escapees...
<br><br>
...those paths were flooded instead with Imperium warships.
<br><br>
And do you remember how fast ships could move through those paths?
<br><br>
This is also true...
<br><br>
Modern-day ships could travel at an almost instantaneous speed,
<br>
especially with the faster-than-light travel provided by the pathways...
----
Once the warships had navigated the NMPGM, the attack on her planet was swift,
<br>
thorough, and unable to defend against.
<br><br>
It seemed the Imperium had plenty of intelligence informing them of the locations of
<br>
Psychic bases, as they mostly destroyed those first.
<br><br>
The surface of her world was bombarded quickly. There was little time to react, and in
<br>
a matter of hours, nearly everything had been.
<br><br>
Though they did try—
<br><br>
There was an attempt—to fight back in time, to reach that other signal, to destroy as
<br>
much of the invading fleet as possible—
<br><br>
But, mostly, there was only despair...
----
Dread...
<br><br>
Self-hate...
<br><br>
Amidst fire, fear, terror, and Hell itself...
<br><br>
They "fought" in a game where their own first move had already sealed their defeat.
<br><br>
A cannon from above marked the position of her base...
<br><br>
...and ended the lives of her, her superiors, and her friends.
----
...
<br><br>
The girl woke up in a world of white after, with tears brimming in her eyes.
<br><br>
...However, she had no knowledge that might prompt them—no known
<br>
reason in her head for the pain inside her chest.
----
She was dead, like all of us. She didn't remember, like most of us.
<br><br>
So I wonder what it was she thought of her tears.
----
I wonder if, as she wiped them away and stood, she felt anything other than sorrow.
<br><br>
Guilt, maybe. Responsibility.
<br><br>
...I don't think that's the case. Or maybe what I mean to say is: she should not feel that way.
<br>
She shouldn't consider herself to have been in the wrong.
<br><br>
After all, what does it even mean to "know"?
<br><br>
What she "knows" now is...nothing.
<br><br>
And...as this story comes to a close, as we think of her getting up and facing the world of glass,
<br>
I think it's very pertinent to ask...
----
...
<br><br>
...Had she ever known anything else?}}
 
===13-1===
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黑暗笼罩着一切，吞噬着一切。
<br><br>
只知道不断地啃食，粘腻而又肮脏。
<br><br>
光明即使到来，也是短暂的，顷刻便被吞噬。
<br><br>
这片广茂大地，吟唱着这破碎之心的歌谣。
<br>
万籁俱寂之时，她苏醒于无边无际的黑暗。
----
一抹红擦亮了整片漆黑。
<br><br>
在虚无中，依莉丝苏醒过来。
<br><br>
女孩撑起身，放松舒展了一下自己的身体。
<br><br>
虚无紧随着她，如粘腻的焦油一般难缠。不过女孩还是振作了起来，将自己与纠缠不放的东西解离。
<br>
她自由了，她的发丝，她的身体，她的衣着，都自由了。她的双脚感触到了切切实实的大地。
<br><br>
一抹光束在她的身下展开，而她跪坐于其上。|她的大衣披在她的肩上，恰如其分。
<br><br>
她不知晓自己是谁，也无从得知自己所在何处。
<br>
依莉丝起身，看着周遭空洞无一物的景象，蹙起了眉。
<br><br>
脑海中不知为何浮现了这样一个称呼，一个地点：Arcaea......
<br>
也不知为何，她清楚现在所在的地方并不是Arcaea。
<br>
Arcaea是一座天堂，不属于她的天堂，她并非诞生于那里。
----
在一片混乱之中，她开始迈步向前。
<br><br>
脚下，一条步道延伸开来。
<br><br>
世界正不断地塑形、改变，依莉丝前方的道路也正不断随着她的想法而发生变化：或顺从，或抵抗。
<br>
她并不焦虑，也不担忧。
<br><br>
如果，这里是她的地盘......
<br><br>
那么一切都不足为惧。
<br>
因为她，是这里的主人。
}}
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Shadow creeps through all that exists here.
<br><br>
Stains it, sticky and foul.
<br><br>
Light wanders in for but a moment, and is then swallowed whole.
<br><br>
This is the expanse that tells of a shattered heart.
<br><br>
And in that quiet place, she opens her eyes to the dark.
----
Deepest red shines through the black.
<br><br>
Ilith awakens there, in the Void.
<br><br>
Embedded in a strange layer of "nothing", the girl lifts up her body—stretches herself from it all.
<br>
Like tar, the nothing catches her. Nonetheless she pulls forth and snaps away from the clinging mass.
<br>
Her hair, her body, her clothes are freed, and she puts her feet to the ground—the ground which, now,
<br>
exists. A platform of light appears beneath her, and she kneels upon it.
----
The coat over her shoulders settles.
<br><br>
She does not know who she is. She does not know where this is.
<br>
As Ilith stands, she frowns into the emptiness around her.
<br><br>
A name rings inside her head—a place: "Arcaea"...
<br>
And yet she also knows... this is not there.
<br>
"Arcaea" is a paradise... and one she was not born into.
----
She sets forth into the chaos.
<br><br>
A pathway forms underneath her.
<br><br>
As the world turns over onto itself and the path she walks bends with (and often against) her whims,
<br>
no caution, no anxiety burdens her heart.
<br><br>
If this is her place...
<br><br>
...then it is hers, and nothing to fear.
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===13-2===
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冲出黑暗、去往天堂的道路豁然开朗，不是一条光明的道路，但无妨，至少是一条路。不过，
<br>
依莉丝并不着急迈步。
<br><br>
Arcaea在那里，所以她便动身前往，纯粹因为事实，而不是念想。在路途中她更加了解了那是个什么地方，
<br>
也知晓了一些关于Arcaea的过去。
<br><br>
那里有一堆傻乎乎的女孩子，其中一个蠢到满脑子只有美好和光明，另一个倒是蛮惊艳，
<br>
不过她的勇气却让她的道路布满荆棘、崎岖不平。当然了，
<br>
在Arcaea世界里的女孩子可不止这两个——大把大把的女孩在其中无精打采地闲逛，
<br>
看着飞舞的玻璃碎片茫然地笑。
<br><br>
对她来说，如果要笑的话，那不如就大胆张扬地笑就好了，哪怕是坏坏地。
<br><br>
能透过它看见什么东西的窗遍布依莉丝周围，通过这些窗，她不断地了解这些人们，这个雪白的世界，
<br>
依莉丝不禁感到怜悯。
<br>
这样一个逻辑分明的世界都搞不明白，她们肯定过得不怎么样。
----
她在虚空之中呆了足够久，她隐约感到了自己与Arcaea和虚空本身的联系。
<br><br>
她知道，自己是特别的，自己是与众不同的。因为其他人苏醒的时候都有白光欢迎着他们，而她没有。
<br><br>
“就像这样......”依莉丝经过一扇发光的窗户时小声嘀咕道。窗中映衬着一个戴着单片眼镜的女孩，
<br>
依莉丝之前见过她。“你今天又打算干嘛？还是自言自语吗？”
----
这窗跟着依莉丝一起向前，出于无聊，依莉丝便继续观察那个女孩。
<br>
戴着个单片眼镜的女孩差不多跟依莉丝同一时间清醒过来，醒来后大部分时间都在自说瞎话。
<br>
“……”
<br>
依莉丝沉默不语。
<br><br>
不过现在，女孩做出了一个新的举动。
<br><br>
“......?”
<br><br>
只见那个女孩抬起手，用玻璃创造出了一个小小的造物。
<br><br>
依莉丝沉默了，停下了脚步。此前跟随她的窗这时已经散去、消失，可她还是没迈开步子，
<br>
而是在原地沉默不语。
<br><br>
过了许久，她囔囔道：“啊......我竟然没想到还可以这样。”
----
不过，她才不会给自己创造一个所谓的“伙伴”，她不需要这种东西。
<br><br>
依莉丝抬起手，一小部分虚空随之开裂。
<br><br>
“当然......”她轻声说道。
<br>
一声笑从她的嘴角滑出，紧接着是一句冷冷的低语：“因为它们都属于我。”
----
这是一个什么样的世界呢，当你敞开怀抱，接受世间所给予你的一切，你就能得到它的全部。
<br><br>
这种情况她已经见了太多次了。她不禁责备自己：自己怎会觉得虚空就会不同呢？
<br>
她的脚下不是生出了道路吗？前方的道路不是因她的意念铺开来了吗？
----
见前为地平线所在，一个人便会追赶。
<br><br>
见前为高山之所在，一个人便会攀爬。
<br><br>
当你发现你可以生火，你的内心就会燃起欲望的火焰。
<br><br>
于是在刹那之间，一个充满亵渎意味的愿望便诞生了——仅仅是出于好奇力量可以做到什么地步，
<br>
她便立下誓言：
<br><br>
她，黑暗的造物，将会让黑夜降临这日不落之地。
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There is a way to paradise out of the dark. It is in no way illuminated, but it is surely there.
<br>
However, there should be no misunderstanding this one fact: she has no urge to go.
<br><br>
"Arcaea" is there, so she reaches for it—not out of desire, but out of fact. As she goes, she even learns
<br>
more of that place, and, perhaps, of its history.
<br><br>
"Arcaea" is a world of fool young girls. One is dumb with a head full of light, another is impressive,
<br>
though her bravery guides her down a thorned path. Of course, that is only two. There are so many
<br>
others: wandering about listlessly and watching dancing glass with vacant smiles.
<br><br>
If you're to wear a smile, wear it strongly—wear it wickedly.
<br><br>
"Knowing" them through scattered windows to a world of white, Ilith feels a sense of pity for the lot.
<br>
They can't even make sense of a sensible world; they'd never fare well here.
----
She spends very long in the Void, and in it she feels connected, both to that "Arcaea" and to the Void itself.
<br><br>
She knows herself to be unique. She knows herself to be different.
<br>
All others have light to greet them upon awakening.
<br><br>
"Like this one..." she mutters as she trudges past a glowing window. In it is the sight of a girl who sports
<br>
a monocle: a girl that she's seen before. "What are you up to today? Talking to yourself again?"
----
The window follows Ilith as she walks. Bored, she continues to watch. The girl with a monocle has been
<br>
awake for about as long as Ilith, and most of that time has been spent prattling
<br><br>
"..."
<br><br>
But now, the girl does something different.
<br><br>
"...?"
<br><br>
She lifts her hand and makes a little being out of glass.
<br><br>
Silent and stopped for several moments, Ilith remains even after the window fades away.
<br><br>
"...Oh, well, that's…" she breathes after a while. "I can't believe I hadn't thought of that."
----
She will not make a companion; she doesn't need such a thing.
<br><br>
When Ilith lifts her hand, a small part of the Void breaks.
<br><br>
"Of course..." she whispers. She chuckles, then. Another cool whisper: "This is all mine."
----
In this world, should you embrace what it gives, then it will give all of itself to you.
<br><br>
She has seen this so many times. She chastises herself for thinking it might be any different out in the
<br>
Void. Did not paths appear at her feet? Did not a way forward manifest by her will?
----
Like when one sees a horizon, and seeks to reach it;
<br><br>
Like when one sees a mountain, and sets out to climb it;
<br><br>
Like finding that you can set a fire, and having fire flare up within your heart subsequently...
<br><br>
At once, a profane wish manifests in her heart for no other reason than to see what can be done with
<br>
"power", and she soon vows this:
<br><br>
She, a being of the dark, will bring nightfall to the land of endless Sun.
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===13-3===
解锁条件：完成[[#13-2|13-2]]，购入[[Crimson Throne]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Anökumene]]
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当然，如此壮观的场面可不是一下就能成功的。依莉丝打算养精蓄锐，将所有的精力都专注于这件事情之上。
<br><br>
一段时间过后，她变得愈发自信了起来。
<br><br>
她站立于飞舞漂浮的玻璃碎片之中。
<br><br>
“就是那里！”
<br><br>
她向前挥手，将远处的一扇窗关闭。
<br>
一条狭窄的泛着白光的通道随之倾塌，失去了光亮，化作了一袭黑烟。
<br>
“好了......”她小声说道。
----
虚空很大程度上并不符合常理，但就算如此，它也会遵循一些“法则”。
<br>
它由黑暗组成，一种飘忽不定的物质，顷刻形成，顷刻消散。
<br>
它不受引力影响，所谓的方位的存在是极为短暂的，因为其在黑暗中毫无意义。
<br>
它吸收思想以构筑自己的结构，即使是潜意识也可以在黑暗中创造出一条路径来。
<br>
它的上限没有意义：离边缘太近，就会被吞并，魂飞魄散。
<br>
而Arcaea却总是出现在虚空之中，非常急迫，仿佛孤注一掷一般，透过这些“窗”——换言之，通道，
<br>
显现出来。
----
女孩攥紧了拳头，雾气缭绕于她的指尖。
<br><br>
她紧盯着自己的手，集中注意力。
<br><br>
“......”
<br><br>
她摊开手，一片玻璃碎片漂浮于其上。
<br><br>
“嗯......”她喃喃自语。
<br><br>
难道，像这样“碰触”这片雪白的世界，玻璃就会诞生吗？
<br>
就算两者之间真有关联，也不会是必然的吧。
----
她屡次与那个世界擦肩而过。有的时候，她能感觉得到，那是一种类似快乐或温暖的感觉，
<br>
一路从指尖流淌到她的手臂上，让她的手指颤抖。她知道如果这时做点什么的话，
<br>
一段记忆就可能会诞生于她的掌心。但是这只是可能，因为有些时候这种感觉会消失，最后什么都没留下。
<br><br>
现在这份记忆存放的是关于什么宠物的回忆，她转过头去，不再看向记忆，让它缓缓飘走了。
<br><br>
她有着控制虚空的力量，但却不如那个戴着单片眼镜的女孩子拥有控制Arcaea的能力那样显著。
<br>
她不甘地咬紧了牙。
----
好像她对于那份连接的感觉是正确的，只不过相比起往其中注入意念，更像是她有着能操控这个世界的力量，
<br>
就像控制一场风暴那样——风暴已至，来势汹汹，不可阻挡，但你有着调控它的力量：或是将其吸收，
<br>
或是将其调转方向。
<br>
她看见过关于狂风的记忆，那种力量宣告着死亡，因此，她觉得用狂风来比喻就十分恰当。
<br>
虚空就像是一场风暴的中心，力量围绕着其旋转。这种感觉她十分熟悉，一直以来，
<br>
她都是这种感觉——这种渴望不断吸引和承载力量的感觉。
<br><br>
她现在知道自己有关闭一扇窗、一个通道的力量了。当她感觉到空气在震颤时，她便明白：
<br>
一部分虚空可以被“打破”。打破它就可以让它安定下来，让它变得“听话”，
<br>
这样她就可以塑造出黑暗。她可以造出属于自己的窗，虽然没有真的这么做过，但至少她是这么认为的。
<br>
因为先前她总是没把握好机会，但这次机会就在眼前，她确信这次自己可以做到。
<br><br>
她想做的是什么呢？她才不会乖乖走到Arcaea那个世界去——她会强行开出一条捷径，直达那里。
----
虚空翻滚着。
<br>
她的脊背一阵发凉，依莉丝狠狠瞪了一眼周遭的黑暗。
<br><br>
黑暗静止了，继而断裂开来。诡异地，世界突然就正常起来了。她扬起了嘴角。
<br><br>
正是时候。也太巧了点，或许黑暗太过于喜欢她了。
<br>
依莉丝抬起手抓住她面前的空气，空气实化了，宛如一片纸张。
<br><br>
她用力把黑暗往后一推，踏入了一片光亮之中。她的瞳孔因此收缩，她笑了起来。
<br><br>
一扇窗就是这么由人力产生的。她将黑夜与虚空撕开，白日的世界便出现在她眼前，一览无遗。
<br>
从空中俯瞰一切，视角绝佳。光线充足到刺眼，未免太充足了点。一股气流忽然吹来，
<br>
一如脚下的世界正怒吼着，企图反抗这暴力十足的行径。
----
“......听话！”她呼唤着虚空的应援。黑暗如藤蔓般爬上她的手臂，翻腾着在她的手中汇聚成一股气旋。
<br><br>
就是现在——
<br><br>
她收回手，然后向前，将黑暗化作利刃切向光明。
<br><br>
窗应声而碎，白黑其间，如流星一般坠落，化作洪流将她一并带离了那个地方。
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Of course, something so monumental could take an age to carry out. She decides to hone what she has,
<br>
and spends a great deal of time dedicated to the task.
<br><br>
And after that time passes, she becomes rather confident.
<br><br>
Now, she stands beside some errant pieces of floating glass.
<br><br>
"...There!"
<br><br>
Casting her hand forward, she \"shuts\" a window from afar.
<br>
A wispy and white portal collapses in on itself, loses light and is crushed into black smoke.
<br><br>
"Alright..." she mutters.
----
The Void is largely nonsensical, but even it follows rules.
<br>
It is comprised of darkness: a kind of impossible matter that is at once there and not.
<br>
It lacks any concept of gravity, and all direction is transient.
<br>
It seeks structure from thought, for even subconscious thought can grant a pathway through the black.
<br>
It has a worthless limit: an edge that can snatch away one's soul should they draw too near to it.
<br>
And finally, "Arcaea" attempts to manifest here often, and shows itself—almost as if desperate—through
<br>
these portals, or "windows".
----
The girl clenches her fist. Wisps crawl between her fingers.
<br><br>
She stares at her hand. She concentrates.
<br><br>
"..."
<br><br>
Her fingers unfurl, and a glass shard now floats above it.
<br><br>
"Hm..." she moans.
<br><br>
Is there a correlation between "touching" the white world like that and the glass manifesting?
<br>
If so, it isn't a consistent thing.
----
She "feels" it sometimes, when she brushes against the other side. A feeling, something akin to bliss or
<br>
warmth, courses through her arm. Her fingers tremble. If she acts in that moment, a memory may
<br>
appear in her palm. Only "may"... Other times, the feeling passes, and there is nothing.
<br><br>
What has shown itself now is a memory of some pet. She turns her head and lets it drift away.
<br><br>
She has power over the Void, but it isn't as clear-cut as the monocle girl's power over Arcaea. She grits
<br>
her teeth.
----
She was right, it seemed, about that sense of connection. It's less like exerting will; it seems more to her
<br>
that she can bend the world like one might conceivably bend a storm. The storm is already there, and it
<br>
came about on its own. It's unstoppable, and powerful, but you have some power to "push" at it–to
<br>
siphon it, or redirect it. From the few memories she's seen of death-bringing squalls and overwhelming
<br>
typhoons, it seems an appropriate comparison. The Void is often more like the eye of a storm, but there
<br>
is definitely power surrounding it. That, she feels—always. She feels a vector to "power".
<br><br>
She has learned that she can close a window now and then. She knows that when she feels a tremor
<br>
through the air, part of the Void can be "broken". Breaking it settles it—brings it to heel for more. She can
<br>
shape darkness then. She can make windows of her own—or, she thinks she can. The opportunity has
<br>
always slipped by her, but...the opportunity is there, she's sure of it.
<br><br>
And what she wants to do, rather than walk the way to Arcaea, is force her way through—
<br>
to have a shortcut.
----
The Void churns.
<br>
A shiver runs down her back, and she fires a glare at the surrounding shadows.
<br><br>
It all goes still. It snaps, and the world feels suddenly, oddly, ordinary. A smile cuts across her face.
<br><br>
Convenient timing. Perhaps too convenient? Or perhaps she's garnered more favor from the dark.
<br>
Ilith lifts her hand and grabs at the air before her. It goes solid like a sheet.
<br><br>
And violently she pulls it aside, grinning as her pupils shrink to sudden light.
<br><br>
This is how a window is created. She rends the Void apart, and the World of White appears before her—
<br>
all of it. This is a vantage point in the sky...  The light is almost painful. Air suddenly rushes out. The world
<br>
groans and rebels.
<br>
The World of White is here—through an impassable window.
<br>
Always, always impassable. Until, that is, today.
----
"Come on...!" she calls to the Void. Darkness crawls up her other arm like vines, twisting and melding into
<br>
a maelstrom over her hand.
<br><br>
This is the opportunity—
<br><br>
She draws her hand back, and forcefully strikes the dark against the daylight—
<br><br>
—and, like that, the window shatters. It explodes with light and shadow, falling away like glass, sending
<br>
her tumbling through.
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===13-4===
解锁条件：完成[[#13-3|13-3]]，购入[[Crimson Throne]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Crimson Throne]]
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“愿望”是一个好词，真诚而又美好，有着希望和期许那般的光明质感，还有一种获得胜利的感觉，
<br>
但是她的愿望呢？
<br><br>
对于一个诞生在黑暗之中的女孩来说，她的愿望是什么样的？既不是真诚，也没有期许。
<br>
那会是嫉妒吗？惧怕呢？
<br><br>
都不是。她的愿望，只是为了她自己罢了。
<br><br>
而她也有罪，其名为傲。
----
下坠过程中，虚空拉扯着依莉丝，光明也将她一并吞没，破碎的空间碎片散开在她周围。
<br>
离地面还有不少的距离。
<br><br>
窗合上了。阴影包裹着她，几近绝望，但尚存一息。她任其翻转于身旁，任其与她合二为一，
<br>
她的坠落宛如一片不断下坠的风暴。
<br><br>
一颗灰暗的荒星孤独地下坠着，但她却禁不住灿烂地微笑起来，内心暖洋洋的。
<br><br>
在黑暗中，下坠的“荒星”旁，一颗红色的彗星也同样在不断坠落，想必她也是笑容灿烂、
<br>
心满意足吧，但依莉丝对此视若无睹。即便她察觉到了，也不会看哪怕一眼。
----
因为她实在是欣喜若狂。
<br><br>
依莉丝向着地面不断坠落，笑着，混于黑影之间。她实在是欣喜若狂。
<br><br>
她将手伸向云彩，云彩翻滚着虚空的力量，这力量向前冲去，却还是没能抓住天空。
<br><br>
但黑暗是多么想抓住光明啊。她是多么想抓住天空啊。
<br>
她细细品味着这种渴望，再次将黑暗的力量带向前——千万束黑影直指苍穹。
----
然后，她便捉住了云彩。
<br><br>
而后，她又抓住了天空。
<br><br>
她合起双手，一只手臂扯向一边。火光闪烁着，黑暗翻涌着，准备接住这颗从天而降的荒星。
<br>
黑红色的女孩，和夜晚一并降临了。
----
光明向其折服，云层为其分开，新的天空从其中渗出，洇染开来，迅速将半片大地覆盖在了新生的斑驳之中。
<br>
一抹黑自虚空之中降下，一束红从云层之中迸出。
<br>
自此，白昼邂逅了星夜。
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The word "wish" is sincere and beautiful. A word that carries with it the bright light of hopes, and some
<br>
idea of inevitable triumph, and yet...
<br><br>
What possesses the heart of the girl born in the dark? It can't be sincerity. It can't be hope.
<br>
Is it envy? Is it dread?
<br><br>
No. Her wish was for herself.
<br><br>
And her sin is pride.
----
The Void grabs at Ilith as she falls. Light, too, engulfs her all at once. Shards of space are scattered around
<br>
her. It is still miles down to the earth.
<br><br>
The window closes. Shadows all surround her, desperate, and still for a moment alive. She lets them
<br>
swirl around her. She lets them become her, and the sight of her is that of a descending, storming cloud.
<br><br>
A lone dark star descends, but her smile is bright, and her heart is full. And before the dark can leave her,
<br>
Ilith bids it stay with her, allows it to darken her.
<br><br>
And in the dark, she is blind to a red comet falling near, smiling near, and also satisfied. Even if she could
<br>
see it, she would not look.
----
For she is rapturous.
<br><br>
Ilith falls toward the earth swaddled in shadows, laughing. She feels simply rapturous.
<br><br>
She reaches her hand out toward the clouds, now fully writhing with the Void's power. That power
<br>
lashes forth once, but fails to grasp the sky.
<br><br>
Yet it wants to. She wants to.
<br>
She embraces the feeling, and casts out the dark again,
<br>
calling forth so many limbs of shadow, racing to the firmament.
----
And soon, the clouds are caught.
<br><br>
Soon, the heavens are seized.
<br><br>
And she closes her hand. With flamboyance and flare, she tears her arm to one side, and shade billows
<br>
below her, ready to catch her safely.
<br><br>
As the girls in red and black fall, so too does the night.
----
The light yields, the clouds part, and a new sky bleeds out from behind it, quickly taking half the earth in
<br>
new and twinkling shade.
<br><br>
A drop of obsidian fell from the Void. A crimson light cut through the clouds.
<br><br>
And there, and then, night met with day.
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===14-1===
解锁条件：购入[[To the Milky Way]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[To the Milky Way]]
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梦是不会这么真实的。
<br><br>
她是这么觉得的，但是，这只可能是在做梦吧——姹紫嫣红，大地洇染上颜色；山高谷深，江河奔涌于其间；
<br>
银装素裹，飞瀑凝结至半空……都是多么令人难以置信的景象啊。
<br><br>
仿佛有高人在此地施展了仙法，仿佛如此绚烂只能存在于虚幻之中，但并不——这并非什么奇迹，
<br>
也不是什么梦境。尽管令人如痴如醉、流连忘返，稍加思索也还是能知晓其中奥秘：
<br>
最令人震撼的奇观也不过是在最简单的自然法则下诞生的。
<br><br>
如此一来的确说得通：她回想起学校课堂上学到的那些知识：关于植物如何生长、水如何循环、
<br>
温度如何影响环境等等，这些景观是如何产生的完全可以得到合理可靠的解释。
----
但漂浮于空中的玻璃碎片……？她不曾记得在任何地方听闻或学习过任何相关知识。因此，
<br>
这又只可能是一场梦，一场奇幻的梦。
<br><br>
少女站在悬崖顶端，第一次将这纯白的世界尽收眼底：苍白而又静止的广袤大地上矗立着不少建筑，
<br>
有的笔直，有的歪斜；它们早已被废弃，尘封于历史这厚重的卷轴中。少女的脑中浮现出它们的名字：
<br>
“Arcaea”，但有关这个名字的一切，她都不曾了解。
<br><br>
当然，还有另一种名为“Arcaea”的东西：那些漂浮在空中的、
<br>
反映着其他地方的其他人们的事迹的玻璃碎片。这些碎片里存储着的影像一眼看去就像在观赏电影，
<br>
虚幻而不真实……这不过是一场梦而已，这一定是一场梦。
<br><br>
但，又怎可能有如此真实的梦呢。
----
“……”
<br><br>
少女沉默了。
<br><br>
时间静静流淌了一阵，直到少女突然哆嗦了一下，好似突然有什么点醒了她。
<br><br>
“对哦，我明白了！”她出神的惊呼声从山顶一路传到山脚，“我一定是在做‘清醒梦’！”
<br><br>
“恍然大悟”的一瞬间，她便兴奋地跳起来了。
<br><br>
“天啊，那不就是说……我、我可以……”她捂着嘴，惊诧而又惊喜地小声慢慢吐出自己一直以来的心愿，
<br>
“我可以飞起来了？！”
<br><br>
说罢，她便迫不及待地迈步，来到悬崖边上，抬脚——
<br><br>
然后立马把脚缩了回去。
----
“停停停！你在想什么啊！”她拼命摇头，尬笑着自言自语道。抬脚的那一刻，她感到一阵眩晕。她害怕了，
<br>
害怕自己会掉下去。虽然这世界不是真的，但给人的感觉却是如假包换。
<br><br>
“哎呀！”她有些恼火地叹气道，“但好不容易才能做一次清醒梦啊！”
<br>
这是她第一次清醒地知晓自己在做梦。想想看，清楚地知道自己在梦中却还没醒来，
<br>
这得是多么难得的一个好机会！这意味着你可以自如控制和操纵梦境的走向，做想做的任何事：
<br>
颠覆常理，扭转乾坤，冉冉飞雁鸟般，栩栩然蝴蝶也，一切皆有可能。
<br><br>
可惜的是，这位少女对“自我”的感知过于强烈。
<br><br>
她明白自己根本就不会什么魔法，也不是什么飞鸟，更不是什么蝴蝶。
<br><br>
她，奈美，只是一个普通到不能再普通的高中生罢了。
<br><br>
于是，她放弃了。找到下山的路后，她便转身，开始沿着道路下行。
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Dreams don't tend to feel so real.
<br><br>
This is the conclusion she comes to—and yet, it must be a dream. There are incredible sights to be found
<br>
in the waking world: fields of flowers painting a solid color over the entire expanse, enormous caverns
<br>
and canyons carved through the earth by mere rivers, water frozen mid-fall in winter to make miraculous
<br>
towers of shimmering ice...
<br><br>
Miraculous though they seem, they are not miracles. Dreamlike though they seem, they are ever reality.
<br>
While these sights arrest the mind, heart, and imagination, they are, with thought, explainable. They
<br>
are aspects of nature made possible by basic processes of the world...
<br><br>
What's more, an understanding of them is easily within reach, and she clearly remembers those grade
<br>
school classes that taught her about plant growth, the water cycle, the effects of temperature...
----
But this is a miracle. This is a dream. No class, no lecture, and no amount of reading has ever told her
<br>
about, or explained to her, the magic of glass flying through the sky.
<br><br>
The girl bears witness to the world of white for the first time in its entirety, standing on a cliff which
<br>
overlooks the abandoned, or perhaps archived, buildings standing across the pale and still earth, some
<br>
straight, some crooked. "Arcaea" is the name in her mind, but no "Arcaea" exists within her memory.
<br><br>
The shards of glass float through the air reflecting other people and other places, many of which at a
<br>
glance seem like movies—surreal, like fantasy. These, too, are "Arcaea". Watching it all, she knows it must
<br>
be a dream.
<br><br>
And yet, dreams don't tend to feel so real.
----
"..."
<br><br>
She is silent for a moment.
<br><br>
And then she flinches, a shock running through her. That of realization—that of another name.
<br><br>
"That was it!" she yells over the landscape. "It's a 'lucid dream'!"
<br><br>
And at once, the girl grows excited. She bounces on her heels.
<br><br>
"Can I? C-Can I...?" she whispers, loosely holding her hands before her chin—her mouth. "Can I—fly!?"
<br><br>
She puts her foot over the cliff's edge—
<br><br>
And she stops there.
----
Shying away, she squeals and shakes her head wildly, smiling to herself and asking, in her thoughts, just
<br>
what is she thinking? "Noooo! No, no, no! Stop that! Ahhh!" she whines, fear and giddy elation muddled
<br>
inside her. The fear of falling had entered her gut in the moment she'd taken that step. The world is not
<br>
real, but it feels like it is.
<br><br>
"Ahh!" she moans, irritated. "But I've never had one before!" A lucid dream: actualization amid sleep. To
<br>
dream and, in the awareness that you're dreaming, gain incredible power over "reality": to fly through the
<br>
sky, to experience the world as a bird or butterfly, to wish...
<br><br>
But what a shame—her realization of her "self" seems to be directly in the way.
<br><br>
She is not a witch or wizard. She is not a bird or butterfly.
<br><br>
Her name is Nami, and she is an ordinary high school girl.
<br><br>
She searches the area, finds a path leading down, and begins to descend.
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如果不能仅凭意念改变自己、重塑世界的话，
<br>
那不如就利用这段时间好好看看沿途这些代表着自己潜意识的风景吧，她如此想。
<br><br>
缓缓沿着步道下行，她观察起了道路上的碎玻璃，它们铺满了这片雪白的世界中的每一条道路。
<br>
伸手想去触碰这些碎片的时候，它们往往会远离你，但当你觉得它们烦了，它们又跟你作对似的靠近。
<br><br>
一如往常，每块碎片中都储存着一段影像，大部分都平平无奇，但也有不少甚是奇特，比如这片：
<br>
一群身着长袍之人的双手间是璀璨而又艳丽的色彩；又比如这片：她于其中窥见一处悬崖，一座山谷，
<br>
与现在她所在的地方相似，但颜色相反。两位长着犄角的人，也可能是恶魔，
<br>
正站在高处俯瞰一片发光的能量漩涡……
----
“真壮观啊……”她感叹着，伸手想抓住碎片看得更仔细些，不料却遭到了碎片的拒绝。她蹙眉，哼了一声，
<br>
不甘地继续沿路下行。怎么自己的梦，自己说的还不算了呢。
<br><br>
虽然这单色的世界她是第一次梦到，但她确实不是第一次走在悬崖边。
<br><br>
她从小就在一个多山的国家长大，对这些绿色植被覆盖着的山脊和高耸到与蓝天相接壤的森林再熟悉不过。
<br>
对这些唾手可得的景观，她从不感到好奇和向往，但有次假期她也跟她朋友一家人在山中度过了美好的时光。
<br><br>
她抚摸着沿途的石墙边走边想：这些白色的石头，应该并不是石灰岩吧？她回忆了一下地理课上学过的东西，
<br>
岩石的种类都有哪些来着？岩浆岩、沉积岩、变质岩……？她知道的不多。
<br><br>
反正对她来说，上课和做实验永远都不如学校的其他活动令人受益匪浅：体育活动能强身健体，
<br>
弹奏乐器能陶冶情操，相比起来，一块破石头能好玩到哪里去？
----
但不可否认的是，她的确被这陌生而又壮丽的景象深深吸引。“难怪不由得想起了之前上的地理课……”
<br>
她喃喃自语。
<br><br>
路途中她发现，玻璃碎片在漂浮至她前面的墙时突然消失了，就好像穿了过去，或是前方有个拐角，
<br>
又或者——
<br><br>
“没错，是一个洞窟！”寻得答案的一瞬间，她惊叫出声，下一秒就迫不及待地踏进了洞穴之中。
<br><br>
真是太酷了，没有什么能比大山洞还要酷。
<br><br>
她毫不犹豫地从中迅速穿过，极度兴奋的心情溢于言表。这些玻璃好像也在引导着她，
<br>
跟随着她的脚步一同上上下下，不断地加速。
<br><br>
一路走到底，映入眼帘的是一个宽广开阔的中庭，
<br>
难以想象看似陡峭狭窄的悬崖之下竟存在着这么宽敞的地方。
<br><br>
在那里，她寻得了另一个奇迹。
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If she cannot change the world or herself despite her awareness, then she may as well enjoy some
<br>
exploration of her subconscious mind while still consciously aware.
<br><br>
This is the conclusion she comes to as she walks down from the cliff where she previously stood.
<br>
Like any path one can find in the world of white, this one is lined with coy glass; it leans away
<br>
from one's touch, yet leans in against anyone's wishes. She can see well the sights within them—most
<br>
are ordinary but, again, many are strange.
<br><br>
In one she sees what can only be called magic: shows of color sparking and smoking between the hands
<br>
of people in robes. In another she can see a cliff and valley similar to where she is now, though
<br>
reversed in color. A pair of horned humans—or maybe, demons—looks out over a glowing
<br>
cyclone of energy...
----
"Cool..." she breathes. She reaches out to see this scene more closely—yet, again, this glass forbids her
<br>
touch. She frowns, grumbles, and reluctantly continues making her way down. For her own dream, it really
<br>
doesn't seem to care about her input or will.
<br><br>
While this colorless world is a first experience for her, she has walked on a cliffside before.
<br><br>
Her country is a mountainous one. She's familiar with green ridges—forested horizons bordering Heaven—
<br>
that she can go to, if she ever wants. She's rarely wanted to, but at the least, she's spent a vacation day
<br>
within one with a friend and that friend's family.
<br><br>
She keeps her hand to the white rock wall beside her now, and thinks—though it's white, it isn't limestone,
<br>
is it? She thinks about what she knows of geology. She doesn't know much. What are the categories again?
<br>
Porous, sedimentary, metamorphic...
<br><br>
For her, school has been valuable outside of its classrooms, not during any lectures or labs. Sports are fun.
<br>
Playing instruments is fun. Rocks are not.
----
Still, though, she can't deny the fascination brought by an alien landscape. She mutters, "No wonder I'm
<br>
thinking of rock class..."
<br><br>
While moving down she comes to notice glass disappearing into the wall out ahead of her—as if it's phasing
<br>
through, or there's a corner, or—
<br><br>
"A cave...!" she exclaims as soon as she comes up to it. She enters just as quickly.
<br><br>
Nothing cooler than a cave, she thinks.
<br><br>
She runs through heedlessly, thrilled. The glass seems to guide her, bouncing with her steps, flying faster
<br>
and faster the further she goes...
<br><br>
She goes to the end—to a great and wide atrium. To a place she's not sure could even conceivably fit within
<br>
the cliff she'd been standing on just minutes ago.
<br><br>
And there, she finds another miracle.
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===14-3===
解锁条件：完成[[#14-2|14-2]]，购入[[To the Milky Way]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Altair (feat. *spiLa*)]]
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仅凭「意念」，就能创造世界吗？
<br><br>
有一种思想将感知等同于现实。它认为，如果你知道自己是什么，那么你实际上也就是什么。如若此为真，
<br>
又该如何解释“不知周知梦为蝴蝶与，蝴蝶之梦为周与”呢？
<br><br>
不论你给出怎样的答案，你都不能否认，是你的全部认知构筑了自己眼中的世界，
<br>
因此你的这些认知多多少少也是对现实——也就是世界——的真实反映。世界存在于你的意识中，
<br>
那么这些过去的时日和所思所想又能否连系起来，创造出一个全新的事物呢？
<br><br>
想到这里，她明白了：这里是一个承载着过去的档案馆。
----
这洞窟的内部可真是够大的，就像一个不为人知的巨大的图书馆——不，如果只是把它简单地称作
<br>
“图书馆”，难免也太小瞧它了。
<br><br>
越往深处走，少女越觉得她像是在经过一扇扇于无意间敞开的“天堂之门”，
<br>
透亮的光和玻璃碎片从那里倾泻而出，自动为少女铺开了一条螺旋形状的通路，
<br>
指引着她继续前往山中洞窟的最深处。
<br><br>
而这所谓的最深处，同时也是无休止地收集和分类不计其数的「思想」的源头。
<br><br>
不断有嵌着新想法的玻璃碎片从她的身后飘来，万千碎片折射出来的光从上方点亮了这个巨大的空间。
<br>
当她继续迈步向前时，她发现她之前看错了：这向下延伸的道路根本就不是由玻璃构成的，
<br>
而是由纯白色的鹅卵石铺就而成。沿路往下瞧，这座山的内部布满了杂乱无章的人造建筑。
<br><br>
看来，这个地方可以说既是也不是命中注定的啊。
----
由万千折射光束点亮的耀眼的世界正邀请着她。她踏上延展向下的鹅卵石路，走过螺旋的楼梯、
<br>
岩架和侧面的塔。不断有玻璃碎片从空中漂浮下来跟随着她，落于她的身边，她的肩上。
<br><br>
玻璃碎片折射出的光打在她的肌肤上，温暖而不刺眼。她在一处内墙边停下，抬起手至于胸前，
<br>
平整一下呼吸，然后抬头——
<br><br>
“哇……”
<br><br>
她由衷地感叹道。
<br><br>
“我真是太喜欢这里了……”
----
一片孤零零的碎片自万千玻璃组成的“花海”中剥离，飘落于她的掌心。
<br><br>
她的瞳孔中倒映着碎片中的景象：一个由浪涛和水花构筑的世界。
<br><br>
她深深地吸了一口气。
<br><br>
她是多么渴望能亲自去那里一探究竟啊。
<br><br>
——而这个世界，一个并非梦境却胜似梦境的地方，将会实现她的心愿。
<br><br>
当她心中泛起想要与玻璃碎片产生连接和共鸣的想法时，当她敞开怀抱去欢迎这个世界的“侵入”时——
<br><br>
这个名为Arcaea的世界，也接纳了她。
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Could you "think" a world into being?
<br><br>
There are circles of thought that equate perception with reality. If you know what you are, then that is what
<br>
you are. If you dream of being a butterfly, do you become a butterfly? Or, of course, are you simply a butterfly
<br>
that's dreaming of being human? Regardless...
<br><br>
What you know encompasses your world, so fragments of what you know are pieces that comprise reality—
<br>
a world. You carry your world in your mind. If those thoughts and feelings and days gone could be made
<br>
physical, could you link them together and create something new?
<br><br>
All of this comes to mind as she witnesses what seems to be just that. An archive—a record...
----
The inside of the earth has spread out into a secret library that is far too big. To even call it something as
<br>
simple as a "library" does it no justice.
<br><br>
As the girl walks deep into the earth, it's as if she's come across Heaven's gates, and those gates have
<br>
opened unprompted. Light and glass fly out before her in a spiraling, crystal pathway leading to the hollow
<br>
core of the mountain, and from there glass arranges itself.
<br><br>
She finds herself in an ever-sorting, ever gathering home of almost infinite "ideas".
<br><br>
From behind her, new ideas set into glass drift in. Above her, light from glass illuminates the gargantuan
<br>
space. When she steps forward, she finds that her eyes have tricked her; the path lit below is not glass,
<br>
but an impossible and white cobblestone way. The inside of this mountain has been fused with a mishmash
<br>
of man-made architecture.
<br><br>
At once she knows that this place both was and wasn't meant to be.
----
The dazzling world around her is inviting, and as she steps down new stone ways and past spiral staircases,
<br>
shelves, and sideways towers, shards of Arcaea come down to her, following at her shoulders.
<br><br>
The light from those glass shards warms her skin. She stops beside an inner wall, brings her hands before
<br>
her chest, and breathes as she looks above herself.
<br><br>
"...Wow."
<br><br>
She exhales that word, out from her heart. And after—
<br><br>
"I think I love this place..."
----
A single piece of glass comes down from the flowering walls of shards. It comes to rest above and between
<br>
her palms.
<br><br>
In its reflection is a world of waves and water.
<br><br>
She gulps.
<br><br>
She wants to go there.
<br><br>
And this world—this dreamlike place that is no dream—will grant that wish.
<br><br>
As her wants resonate with glass... as she accepts the encroaching world...
<br><br>
...the world of Arcaea also accepts her.
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===14-4===
解锁条件：完成[[#14-3|14-3]]，购入[[To the Milky Way]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[To the Milky Way]]
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梦中梦？不，不太可能。这应该是——
<br><br>
还没缓过神来，波光粼粼的橙色的海水便将她包裹——这是日落时分的暮光的杰作啊。她向后潜入水中，
<br>
将万千浪花留在上方。她完全没入水中了。与此同时她十分惊奇地发现，出于某种原因，
<br>
自己竟能在水下呼吸。
<br><br>
无数思想淌进她的脑海。虽然有着身临其境之感，
<br>
但它们并非她的思想——过去有人也曾在这片水域中体验着她现正体验的一切。
<br><br>
他们可真是有福之人啊。
----
清凉的海水，温暖的暗流，四周温和的搅动，都令她情不自禁地嘴角上扬。
<br><br>
“这到底是什么地方啊？”她大声地说出了自己的疑问，她的声音在流体中传播得更为清晰。她恍然发觉，
<br>
自己并非孤身一人。
<br><br>
五颜六色的鱼群聚集于她的身旁游动，奈美回过头，看见了“她”所熟知的那个人：一个小孩子。
<br>
只见她轻松地朝奈美游来，朝她伸出了手。奈美紧紧地回握住那只小手。
<br><br>
这一切的一切，都是那么美好。
<br><br>
女孩们不再低头看向海底，而是抬头望向太阳——它的余晖洒在浪花上，点亮了无数细碎的泡沫。
<br>
两人将手握得更紧了些，一同感受这浩瀚的汪洋，这绚丽的阳光，这温润的暖流，这无忧无虑的天堂……
<br><br>
这久远的记忆。
----
意识到这点的时候，她感觉很奇怪……很安心，但很奇怪。
<br><br>
体会到这一切的少女并没有因此乱了阵脚，而是更加握紧了身边那位孩童的手，
<br>
直到夕阳的身影完全消失于大海，直到群星升起点缀了逐渐黯淡的天空，直到……
<br><br>
这种舒适的感觉是那么强烈，令人难以忽视。
<br><br>
这确实是一段回忆。“先前”的那个世界，是记忆的世界。
<br><br>
而当这段记忆走到尽头时，她也不会醒来，而是返回到那个世界中去。
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但没有关系。
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因为那里还有无数其他生命的过去等待着她去发掘。
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她粲然一笑，这笑容是那么灿烂，比阳光还要耀眼。
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她的内心，此刻也无比轻盈。
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这就是所谓的“满足感”吧。而这里，就是所谓的“天堂”吧。那么……
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这便是她的归宿了。
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A dream within a dream? No, not quite. This—
<br><br>
Before her thoughts can complete, orange waters quickly surround her. It's twilight—sunset. She dives in
<br>
backward and beneath a hundred waves. She is submerged, and surprised, but surprised all the more that
<br>
through some means she is able to breathe.
<br><br>
Her head fills with thoughts, and though it feels natural, it is not. These thoughts are not hers. Someone
<br>
else had dove here. Someone else had experienced this.
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And so lucky they had been.
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The cool water, the warmth of an undercurrent—the gentle churning all around her; she can't
<br>
suppress her laughter.
<br><br>
"Where is this?" she asks aloud. Her voice carries clear through liquid, and she remembers: she
<br>
is not alone, here.
<br><br>
Nami turns her head as dozens of colorful fish begin to converge and swim around her. To her left
<br>
is someone "she" knows: a young child, easily making her way here. The child reaches out, and of
<br>
course she takes that hand.
<br><br>
It feels right—all of this.
<br><br>
Not facing the sea floor, the two girls look instead up toward the sun. Its rays scatter through
<br>
the waves above, spreading light brilliantly into countless beautiful fragments. The child beside
<br>
her squeezes her hand and she squeezes it right back. The colors of sea life—the prism rays of the
<br>
sun—the warmth—this heaven here...
<br><br>
...is a memory.
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It is an odd realization. Comfortable, but so strange...
<br><br>
Yet the girl experiencing it puts that all aside, holding the other girl's hand more tightly... until the sun fully
<br>
falls. Until stars begin to dabble the darkening sky, shifted by the sea...
<br><br>
This comfort is simply impossible to deny.
<br><br>
It is a memory. That world "before"... was a world full of memories.
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When the memory ends, she won't wake up; she will instead return to that world.
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But that is fine...
<br><br>
There were so many other lives there, waiting to be seen.
<br><br>
Her smile is bright—brighter than the sun.
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And her heart, too, is light...
<br><br>
This is satisfaction. This is paradise. And yes...
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She could live here forever.
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