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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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夜幕悠然。倾听灵魂溪流的潺潺流水声，她正端坐一对远古巨树之下，与自己的那位同事进行畅谈。<br><br>“身处此类悖论中，你终将学会对它进行深刻思考，”他讲述道，<br>“或许你固然会认为每一条生命都是无价的；<br>可与此同时，繁琐沉闷的日常工作还是会让那些事物逐渐褪色为单纯的数字。<br>不论那些数字是相对比较高的，抑或是比较低的……<br>这并不意味着你就该停止为此倾注心意——倒不如说……过量地眷注所有事情，<br>你的外在却反而会被打磨得愈加冰冷。”<br><br>“但这并没有关系啊，”他信誓旦旦地向她说道，朝那溪流露出一抹疲倦的笑容，<br>“过分存眷于那些事情，确实会把你的内心撕裂得狼狈不堪。在你前往「山谷」的那时候，<br>究竟是什么理由促使你决心踏上这条道路？”<br><br>她对此做出了回答。<br><br>“看吧？其实我们每个人都会这样说。”<br>他给予了答复。而她，始终未曾忘却下一刻他那格外平静的话语声。<br>“将那一点永远铭记于心，你就不会再迷茫。” | |||
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只是，这段故事在这里就迎来了结尾——没有分毫遗漏，这便是故事的全部。<br>她将视线重新转向头顶上方那片凌冽的空白。<br>将那一点永远铭记于心？铭记那一点……铭记……哪一点？到底要记住什么？<br><br>“我居然……将那件事忘记了。”<br>她轻声说道，可自舌根说出每一个字眼的时刻，都艰难到无法想象。<br><br>他说得完全正确。如今她已经能深刻体会到正构建于自己视界之中的一切：<br>那一丝单调却又伴随着温暖的哀思，环绕象征悲伤的启示而至。<br>这一小片拼图确是让她进一步见证了自己在世之时的回忆——但它早已残破不堪，<br>而且根本无法回答那一系列肆虐着她的困惑分毫。<br>她近乎心死。这种程度的痛苦，令人根本无法承受。<br><br>知晓你根本不是完整的自己——这样的痛楚，究竟有任何文字能够形容吗？ | |||
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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。 | |||
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< | "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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Sitting under a pair of quiet old trees, the Soul Stream having gone down, and night having risen, she was<br>speaking with her confrère...<br><br>"You learn to think of it in this sort of paradox," he'd said. "You think of all life as precious, but at the same<br>time the drudgery leaves it all as just numbers. Higher numbers, lower numbers. It isn't like you stop caring;<br>it's more as if, if anything, caring so much sharpens you into someone who seems cold."<br><br>"But it's alright," he assured her, smiling weakly at the Stream. "Thinking too much about it will probably tear<br>you up inside. When you went to the Glen, what was the reason you gave for wanting to walk this path?"<br><br>She answered.<br><br>"See? That's what we all say," he replied, and she recalls how calming his voice had been then. "Just<br>remember that, and you'll be fine." | |||
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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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Under the cloud of glass, she shuts her eyes, bends her head, and puts the heel of her palm over her nose, the<br>underside of her fist against her skull. She won't cry. She can't let herself do something like that. To cry here,<br>at this, would open her to too many facets of reality she has chosen not to face. She sits on the ground,<br>sucking in her lips, tightening them.<br><br>She will not cry. Absolutely not. Okay?<br><br>So, gripping at herself and trembling in the world of white, the solitary reaper steadily breathes. She tries<br>not to dwell. She doesn't want to dwell. But, while calming herself, the thought can't help but occur to her:<br>that, if this is death...<br><br>...she would much rather have oblivion. | |||
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< | 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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今日，她又一次将那些迷途的回忆引领至这片广场；<br>她试图将这一举动当成例行公事，等其成为生活习惯，再等其转变为顺理成章之事。<br>或许乏味会在她落入那潜藏于安详地面正下方的深 坑 之前牵扯住她前进的脚步——若非如此，<br>那不断呼唤着她的焦油陷坑终会让失足的她被不幸的感受所淹没。<br>她真切地认为——若感受那些事物所带来的只有痛苦——比起“感受”，果然“遗忘”才是更好的选择。<br><br>就在她如此引导着这群Arcaea残片的时候，<br>其中的某片忽然以一种特别的形式反射了源自天空的光线，以至于她条件反射地望向了它。<br>她几乎没去多想，随即将那碎片召至了自己面前。<br><br>反射的场景：一个孩子正懒洋洋地蹲在路边，用双手遮罩着什么物体。<br>在她的手掌周围，小小的蚂蚁们显然对她藏在手心侧的事物感到十分好奇，却还是害羞得四散而逃。<br><br>这名收割者将更多的集中力投予这段回忆，继而发现那孩子掩藏的事物其实是一只受伤的无花果甲虫。<br>在一番思虑过后，那女孩便用双手捧起了那小小的存在，从地上站起了身。<br><br>这便是全部。 | |||
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许久，这位年轻的观众都处于呆滞状态。可接着，她便傻笑起来。<br><br>这还真的……是一段毫无意义的回忆。<br><br>那只甲虫的伤痊愈了吗？那孩子活了多久？多少年月，她将这段故事铭记于心？<br><br>全然是件愚笨而无关紧要的小事……<br><br>少女轻笑了起来。<br><br>真的挺讽刺的，不是吗？<br>铭记某样事物，却使她遗忘了关于自己为何身于此处的揣测。<br><br>Arcaea是记忆的世界。<br>这些记忆隶属于死者？抑或是尚在之人？又有谁能回答这个问题呢？<br>不论谜底为何，这世界保存着那些任何人或许都会忘却的过去。<br>灵魂消散、肉身腐朽、石碑碎裂、大地风化……任凭时光流逝，Arcaea都完好无缺地保存着一切。 | |||
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少女已然只身一人。她在此处并未拥有同事，也不存在什么需要起床做任何工作的理由。<br>但这并不代表她什么都不会做。<br><br>此时此刻，她便身在此地。她过去的生命已经到达尽头。<br>仅仅如此。<br><br>但她难道仍有权利掌控一切吗？她依然能感知到自己的职责。<br>她依然无法回忆起自己给予的那个答案——那个使她成为一位灵魂守护者的理由。<br>但无论谜底究竟是什么……有一种无形的力量使她坚信，哪怕心灵早已残缺不堪，但当她再次遇到那个问题时，<br>一定也会给出与曾经完整的自己相同的理由。<br><br>世人本就无法预言未来。一向如此。<br><br>无论生命还是回忆，都可能在转瞬间灰飞烟灭……但在此处不一样。<br>她可能会忘却属于自己的回忆，可面前这些回忆不会消逝。<br>由一位“灵魂的守护者”正式转变为“回忆的守护者”——她觉得这听上去十分美好。 | |||
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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。 | |||
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< | 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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She is once again guiding vagrant memories to the square today; trying to make this into routine, which will<br>turn to habit, which will turn to nature. Perhaps tedium can rescue her from the cavern always lurking just<br>under the surface: the tar pit of miserable feelings endlessly calling to her. Better oblivion, she thinks<br>sincerely, than to feel—if feeling means only grief.<br><br>And, while conducting the shards of Arcaea, one catches the light of the sky in such a way that she is<br>reflexively bidden to look at it. Without thinking much of it, she brings this shard close.<br><br>The reflection: a crouching, slouched child covering something off the side of a road with her hands.<br>Outside her hands, ants shy away, though they seem clearly interested in whatever she's hiding.<br><br>The reaper gives the memory more of her attention, and finds that what the child is hiding is a wounded<br>jade beetle. After a moment of contemplation, the girl scoops up the small thing in both of her hands and<br>stands up.<br><br>That's all. | |||
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The young observer is motionless for a moment, but then she smirks.<br><br>That's such an... absolutely pointless memory.<br><br>Did the beetle recover? How long did that child live for? How long did she hold on to this memory?<br><br>Stupid little thing...<br><br>The girl chuckles.<br><br>It's ironic, isn't it... Remembering something had made her forget why she believed she was here.<br><br>Arcaea is a world of memories. Of the dead? Of those still alive? Who can say? Regardless, it keeps old<br>stories that anyone could forget. Past expiration of mind, body, monument, or land: however it works,<br>Arcaea steadfastly keeps all. | |||
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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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Absolutely. You will all be remembered forever.<br><br>So long as I am here. | |||