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====英文剧情==== | ====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. | “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. | ||
===1-7=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#1-5|1-5]],购入[[Luminous Sky]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Fracture Ray]] | |||
====中文剧情==== | |||
少女跪坐在地上，微抬着下巴。她那粗糙而又极具渗透力的创造物，不久便会将她吞噬进自身的光芒，<br>诱使她忘却一切。它跃动于她头顶上方，散发着光芒，温柔却又难以忍受。<br>她未多想，任凭那东西渐渐夺走她的全部自我。<br><br>而在那浩瀚虚无之中，她的双目捕捉到了什么事物。<br><br>仅仅是那特异之处便打破少女的麻木感，少女的目光也开始在那物体上摇摆：<br>一片有些特殊的玻璃，只是有抹鲜红，却着实引人注目。<br>不知是现实或只是大脑产生的幻觉，周遭原本晦暗的天空显得越来越清楚。她认为，天空变得容易看清了。<br>她认为——她才意识到自己已经几个世纪没有思考过。<br><br>这座如今正剧烈颤动的天堂已歪曲变形，一道巨大的裂痕更是从中划过，一切都围绕着一段崭新的回忆扭曲起来：<br>一片本不该存在的回忆。它从那一切中破空而出，也破坏了整片天空。|少女所创造的穹顶坠落下来，猛烈却又显得平稳，从中散落的星点光辉布满了整片空气。<br>这壮观华丽的景象原应使她目瞪口呆，但她仍惦记着片刻前刚刚诞生，正向她飘来的那一片玻璃——<br>被喜悦回忆中令人恐惧的混沌所缠绕的那一片玻璃。<br><br>那事物本身也是象征喜悦的回忆：那是早已被她遗忘的，关于她自己的回忆。<br><br>“什么时候——我真的——？”<br><br>声带太久未被使用，少女的话语声变得破碎不堪。<br><br>在她的掌心之间，那诞生自虚无的奇异碎片旋转起来，而从中她见到了自己刚刚苏醒过来的时候，<br>与成群的玻璃起舞，游荡于这片镜面世界，无比欢欣。<br>泪水有如泉涌。她心中明白，幸福在很久之前便抛弃了她。 | |||
====英文剧情==== | |||
The girl is on her knees, her chin brought up, and it is soon that her jagged and pervasive creation will<br>consume her in its light coaxing oblivion. Above her it pulses and glows, gentle but insufferable. She lets it<br>nearly take her, thoughtless.<br><br>And from that vast nothingness, something catches her eye.<br><br>Distinction alone breaks her from the lull of uniformity, and her gaze swings to it: a single, special piece<br>of glass, just a bit red, and absolutely noticeable. Perhaps in reality or through a trick of her mind, the<br>rest of the sky that it begins emerging from dulls in its intensity. She thinks, it’s becoming easier to see.<br>She thinks, and realizes she hasn’t thought at all in ages.<br><br>The heavens wobble and distort, and a crack seems to run through them, the whole thing twisting around the<br>creation of a new memory: a shard of memory that should not exist. It breaks from the whole, and breaks<br>the sky.|Both violently and calmly the roof of her making falls down, choking the air in scattering light. The spectacle<br>would be magnificent to her, but she remains stuck on the newest piece, which floats toward her amidst<br>the frightening chaos of joyous memories.<br><br>It, too, is a memory of joy: that of herself that she has forgotten.<br><br>“When was— Did I—?”<br><br>She speaks in a fractured voice, her vocal chords having been long neglected of use.<br><br>Now in her hands, the odd shard that came from zero revolves, and in it she sees the time when she awoke,<br>dancing alongside glass, traveling the mirror world, and happy. Tears fall from her eyes, and she remembers<br>that happiness left her long ago. | |||