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解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Alice à la mode]] | 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Alice à la mode]] | ||
====中文剧情==== | ====中文剧情==== | ||
在丛生的林木与鲜花之间有一片昏暗的花园。<br><br>一张银色的蛛网在玻璃的角落处闪烁着微光。哦，那是玻璃吗？<br>看起来倒更像是石头，不过这个独特世界的运作机制比任何其它的世界都要怪异。<br>来自异界的现实通过空中漫舞的碎片渗入这里，将五彩斑斓的记忆投影到荒芜的白色大地。<br>周围是紫水晶构成的立柱，满溢出整个地面的光芒让它们也晶莹靓丽。<br><br>她坐在浅绿色的精美椅子上，面前是同样浅绿色的小桌。<br>她一只手伸在身旁的行李箱上，食指随意地沿着皮箱的顶部划动。这里别无他人。<br><br>“我们该走了，爱丽丝。”<br><br>“这里没有别人”——然而这里确是有一个“别人”的。 | |||
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他就在这儿，像往常一样端着茶杯，在她转过目光的片刻便又准备好了香茶。她将手掌抚在行李箱上。<br><br>“你听到了吗？”她问道。<br><br>他转头仔细聆听，然后才答道：“我什么都没听见。”<br><br>她举起另一只手，手肘放在桌上，身体前倾，眉眼低垂，慵懒地望着桌子，用手托起下巴。<br>“那就对了”，她说道。“这个……或者说，这些……很安静。”<br><br>“那又怎么样呢？” | |||
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“上一次是什么时候呢！？”她略微提高了音调，用这种语气表达着他这个问题的荒谬。<br>“赏心悦目的寂静风景……看看这片花园，坦尼尔。这幅景观很……俊美。”<br>她的手从行李箱上举起，指向了两人面前淡入淡出的昏暗原野，以及阴影中点缀着的天蓝花朵。<br><br>“我，”坦尼尔开口了，他腰板一直，将茶杯指向自己道，“这样子就很俊美。”<br><br>这般自吹自擂让她皱起了眉头。<br><br>爱丽丝开口了，她倾身指向他：“给我闭嘴。”<br><br>“何等粗鲁，何等失态。”他无谓地回嘴。她一边摇头一边小声抱怨着，又靠回了椅子。 | |||
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具体来说，距离她被困在这个世界、无法去往其它世界已经过去多久了呢？<br><br>她的护花使者坦尼尔一路上都追随着她，还坚定地宣称：“我无法与你分离。”<br><br>不过很大程度上，这件事被证明是个麻烦。她正盯着他。<br>一只橙黑相间的蝴蝶飘过他的眼前，随后他将注意力转向了自己的茶杯。<br>然后，他一口都未品尝，便将杯中的液体泼到了地上。<br>一个非常非常寻常的行为——事实上，坦尼尔一直如此。<br>他张开了嘴，倒不是为了舔舐杯中的残香，而是打算说话。<br>“我们真的该走了”，爱丽丝先发制人。“这就是你想说的，对吧？” | |||
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“如果你明白，那我们就动身吧。”他说道。<br><br>她听从了他。她觉得，他行事从不会毫无理由。<br>于是她站了起来，跟着他迈向白色的地平线。<br>在两人穿行的路上，记忆若隐若现。它融化、滴落，然后消失于无形。<br>不过蝴蝶却是例外，它在她的肩膀处一路随行。<br>坦尼尔姑且又关注了它一下。不过，它也终将淡去——<br><br>所有的记忆都将淡去。 | |||
====英文剧情==== | ====英文剧情==== | ||
A dark garden betwixt forest and flowers.<br><br>A silver web glints in a corner of glass. Well, is it glass? More likely it’s stone, but this particular world<br>operates more strangely than any other. Reality bleeds in from elsewhere, through floating shards that<br>fill the air, projecting colorful memory into lands of ruin and white. Now there are pillars of amethyst,<br>glowing from a light beneath that fills the entire floor.<br><br>She sits in a fanciful, pale green chair, before a small and pale-green table, her hand atop her suitcase<br>which rests beside her. She drags her finger down the leather of its top. There are no other people here.<br><br>“We should leave, Alice.”<br><br>“No other people”—but there is at least one other person. | |||
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He’s here, holding tea as he often is, having again prepared it when her eyes were turned away.<br>She lays her palm on her suitcase.<br><br>“You hear that?” she asks.<br><br>He tilts his head, listening closely before replying: “I hear nothing.”<br><br>Lifting her other arm, she rests her elbow on the table, slouches forward, and props her chin up<br>with her hand. “That’s right,” she says, “in this one... or these ones... it’s quiet.”<br><br>“And what should that matter?” | |||
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“When was the last!?” she slightly raises her voice, telling him with its tone that she finds his question<br>absurd. “Silence and a pleasant view... Look at the gardens, Tenniel. This landscape is... handsome.”<br>She picks up her hand from her suitcase and indicates the dark wilds fading in and out before them,<br>and to the sky-blue flowers dotting the shade.<br><br>“I,” Tenniel starts, gesturing toward himself with his teacup, “am handsome."<br><br>Her brow twitches at the gall.<br><br>“Shut,” Alice starts, gesturing toward him with her hand, “up."<br><br>“Terribly rude. Awfully rude,” he notes. She shakes her head, grumbles, and leans back in her seat. | |||
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Precisely how long has she been stuck in this world, unable to travel to any others?<br><br>Forever, the ward Tenniel has been with her, steadfast in his claims of “I cannot be apart from you."<br><br>However, that largely proves itself to be a pain. She looks at him now. A black and orange butterfly<br>flutters past his eyes, and after it passes he looks into his cup. Then, he tosses the cup’s contents<br>to the ground, having not drunk even a sip of it. A very, very usual habit—in fact, consistent Tenniel<br>behavior.<br><br>He opens his mouth, not to lap the dregs, but to speak. “We really should go,” says Alice,<br>preempting him. “That’s what you want to say, isn’t it?” | |||
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“If you understand, let us take care,” he says.<br><br>And she listens to him. He never seems, she thinks, entirely without reason. So she stands and follows<br>him to the white horizon. The memory fades around them as they pass. It melts and drips, all, into<br>nothing. All except the butterfly, which flies along at her shoulder. For now, Tenniel watches it again.<br>But it will fade, too—<br><br>All memories do. | |||
===7-2=== | ===7-2=== | ||
解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Eccentric Tale]] | 解锁条件：购入[[Ephemeral Page]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]]通过[[Eccentric Tale]] | ||