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====中文剧情==== | |||
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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她方才背靠着一面墙睡觉。经过观察，她发现自己的四周是另外三堵墙，残破得不堪入目。<br>它们将她围在这没有出路的空间中。抬起头后，少女见这里并没有屋顶，<br>却紧接着对自己为什么会觉得上头理应有个屋顶一事而感到纳闷。事实上，她察觉到自己身在何处……隐约地。<br>她沿着自己曾靠在上头睡觉的墙走着，直到发现一处她能够翻越过去的地方。<br>在清理那些砖块时，她发现它们洁白无瑕。此时，她抬头仰望，发现不仅这面墙是白色的——<br>整个世界都是一片纯白。那是片一望无际的古老，溃败的人类社会遗址，也可说成是多个文明的仿制品。<br>这太诡异了……更诡异的是：她竟然会觉得这一切很诡异。这又是为什么？<br><br>在她机缘巧合地发现那些反光的玻璃之前，她竟早已为自己目前所见的事物，以及她的身份，<br>给予了数十种推测。即使是她如今孤身一人——而且连自己的名字都不知道——的事实，<br>也为她阐述了可能性极高的推断。 | |||
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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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这一座破旧的阶梯离她苏醒的地点已有一段距离。<br>伫立于阶梯顶端的少女，望向了天空中那起伏不平的截断部分：<br>由数以百计的Arcaea所组建而成，那是一扇不通向任何地方的残破窗户。<br>这一刻，少女开始对自己的猜测深信不疑。她打赌自己的推理便是真相。<br><br>但光凭这点还不够——根本不可能足够。这可不是光靠猜测就能确定下来的事情。<br><br>所以她在心中郑重誓言道：这整片领域就是一个谜团，不会讲述任何事情，<br>只会给出零星线索——所以她将解决这谜题，<br>找出对应的理由来。作为这领域中唯一的活物，这仿佛成为了她第一个职责。<br><br>而就在她完全接纳Arcaea的时候……<br><br>Arcaea也完全接纳了她……<br><br>……作为一间宽广且看似无边无际的档案室——不仅等待着被阅读，<br>更等待着某个人来亲身经历它们。 | |||
====英文剧情==== | |||
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 had been sleeping against a wall, and upon an inspection of her surroundings sees that there are three<br>others to make a four-cornered place around her, and every one of them is in extreme disrepair. Looking up<br>she sees that there’s no roof, and questions why it is she’d expected to find one in the first place. In fact, she<br>recognizes where she is... vaguely. She trudges along the wall she’d slept against until she finds one she can<br>step over. As she clears the bricks, she notices that they are entirely white. Looking up, she sees that it isn’t<br>only this wall, but the entire world that’s white. It is an infinite landscape of an old, defeated, human society,<br>or rather a pastiche of several societies. It’s bizarre... Moreover: it is bizarre she finds it bizarre. Why?<br><br>Before she even stumbles upon any reflective glass, she has already bet on tens of theories behind what<br>she’s seeing, and who she is. Even that she is alone, and that she doesn’t know her name, tells her much<br>about the potential truth.<br><br>And, over time, she finds more reason for one theory in particular. | |||
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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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So she vows: this realm is a mystery, telling nothing and offering little, so she will solve it and find its reason.<br>As the only being of this realm, it seems, this will be her first duty.<br><br>And as she fully accepts the Arcaea...<br>So too do the Arcaea fully accept her...<br><br>...as a vast and seemingly endless archive, not only to be read, but to be lived through. | |||
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====英文剧情==== | ====英文剧情==== | ||