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====英文剧情==== | ====英文剧情==== | ||
They say that this is true: anything in excess is a poison. She either didn’t know, or hadn’t cared.<br><br>The girl now walks past what seemed to have been an old concert hall, the impact of its grandness dulled<br>as it had been split perfectly in twain, as if some higher power had willed it so. Out of the tomb of sound<br>drift memories again: of dances, of performance, hopes, victories.<br><br>Her mouth twitches. Has it simply become boring, or is this something else? She lifts her hands and the<br>Arcaea come to her, gently weaving over her palms and through her fingers. Blankly she notes them. How<br>many times has she seen the last hurrah of a retiring band? How many times has she seen two brothers<br>embrace? Too many times she’s seen the formation of a love, so frequent it was apparently standard in old<br> and forgotten worlds.|She lets the memories go, and genuinely thinks nothing of it.<br><br>They rise. They fly to join with the memories she’s still been gathering, and she looks at their destination<br>now. It’s grown much brighter since she began her collecting. It seems to grow brighter every day…<br><br>How many days has it even been? She winces, and a grimace twists onto her face. She shakes it away.<br><br>Maybe she only needs more, then whatever is missing will be found. She calms herself and carries on, not<br>letting it bother her that no matter what, she cannot push the Arcaea following her away. | They say that this is true: anything in excess is a poison. She either didn’t know, or hadn’t cared.<br><br>The girl now walks past what seemed to have been an old concert hall, the impact of its grandness dulled<br>as it had been split perfectly in twain, as if some higher power had willed it so. Out of the tomb of sound<br>drift memories again: of dances, of performance, hopes, victories.<br><br>Her mouth twitches. Has it simply become boring, or is this something else? She lifts her hands and the<br>Arcaea come to her, gently weaving over her palms and through her fingers. Blankly she notes them. How<br>many times has she seen the last hurrah of a retiring band? How many times has she seen two brothers<br>embrace? Too many times she’s seen the formation of a love, so frequent it was apparently standard in old<br> and forgotten worlds.|She lets the memories go, and genuinely thinks nothing of it.<br><br>They rise. They fly to join with the memories she’s still been gathering, and she looks at their destination<br>now. It’s grown much brighter since she began her collecting. It seems to grow brighter every day…<br><br>How many days has it even been? She winces, and a grimace twists onto her face. She shakes it away.<br><br>Maybe she only needs more, then whatever is missing will be found. She calms herself and carries on, not<br>letting it bother her that no matter what, she cannot push the Arcaea following her away. | ||
===1-ZR=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#1-5|1-5]],购入[[Luminous Sky]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[搭档#14.光（Zero）|光（Zero）]]通过[[Ether Strike]] | |||
====中文剧情==== | |||
“天堂”其实也是地狱的一种。<br><br>事实上，虚度光阴和自我放纵是对热情的诅咒。<br>接连不断地汲取愉快的事物，将会无止境地麻痹感官，<br>使得“快乐”变得无比朦胧，暗淡，甚至完全失去原本的目的。<br>如今万物再无目的。她从未拥有过目的。<br><br>天空炫目到接近空白。<br><br>她也许正四处徘徊，也可能正站在原地；她对此无法确认，而这也无关紧要。<br>这片她创造的天空的确引起了她的注意，但她却无法辨别其中涵括的回忆。<br>这已是一片充满压迫感的不透明雾霾，散发着令人窒息的空虚感。她正一点一滴地丧失自我。<br><br>而在失去自我时，她始终对这渐渐渗入的瓦解之力感到麻木。虽然她早已不记得，<br>但是招待她步入这座让人感到愉快，却又让人窒息的牢笼之人，正是她自己。<br>现在，她甚至失去了为自己担忧的自由。|天空变得越来越明亮，少女的心智也不断流逝。在这仅剩的时间里，她仰望上方，好像等待着什么。<br>明亮——无比耀眼——散发无尽幸福的极彩色苍天：灿烂夺目的回忆淹没了她。<br><br>她的思绪终被清空。<br><br>并且，毫无意义地，光芒褪去了。<br><br>毫无意义地，时间流逝了。<br><br>之后，一名女孩仰望着空无一物的苍天。她的思想终止了——与她的故事一起。 | |||
====英文剧情==== | |||
“Heaven” is a kind of hell.<br><br>The truth is, idle peace and thoughtless pleasure are anathema to passion. Imbibing and imbibing of happy<br>things endlessly dulls the senses and makes “happiness” indistinct, blurred, and ultimately without<br>purpose. Now nothing has a purpose. She’d never had a purpose.<br><br>The sky is almost blinding.<br><br>She may be wandering, or she may be standing still; she isn’t sure and it doesn’t matter. The sky she’s made<br>has her attention, but the memories within it can’t be sorted out.<br>It has all become an opaque and overpowering haze compelling emptiness. She is losing her self.<br><br>And as she is losing her self, she remains numb to the encroaching dissolution. Though she did not<br>remember, she invited this pleasurable and suffocating cage, and she locked herself within it. Now she<br>lacks even the will to worry.|The sky grows brighter and she loses more of herself. With little time for her left, she stares upward as if<br>waiting. Bright, bright, bliss, beauty above: effulgent memory overtakes her.<br><br>Her mind whites out.<br><br>And, without meaning, light fades away.<br><br>Without meaning, time passes.<br><br>And a girl stares up into an empty sky, her mind ended, and thus her story along with it. | |||