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她的名字是“白姬”，虽然她本人并不知晓。<br><br>苏醒时的她头带王冠，手持权杖，而她瞬间就认出了它们的样貌和代表的意义。<br>这位白发异瞳的女孩完全可以确定，自己的身世非同寻常。<br><br>“来，向我行礼吧！”<br><br>“呃……什么？”<br><br>“……看来也不是这个。”<br><br>认为自己是公主的这位女孩仰身靠着她的“王座”——一把用餐椅。<br>她双臂环抱，双腿盘坐，专注地凝视着身侧——她通过一块玻璃篡夺了某人的回忆视角，<br>在其中，这个人的朋友正迷惑地回头望着她。 | 她的名字是“白姬”，虽然她本人并不知晓。<br><br>苏醒时的她头带王冠，手持权杖，而她瞬间就认出了它们的样貌和代表的意义。<br>这位白发异瞳的女孩完全可以确定，自己的身世非同寻常。<br><br>“来，向我行礼吧！”<br><br>“呃……什么？”<br><br>“……看来也不是这个。”<br><br>认为自己是公主的这位女孩仰身靠着她的“王座”——一把用餐椅。<br>她双臂环抱，双腿盘坐，专注地凝视着身侧——她通过一块玻璃篡夺了某人的回忆视角，<br>在其中，这个人的朋友正迷惑地回头望着她。 | ||
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今天有四块残片。<br><br>在追寻过往真相的过程中，她已经探索了四块残片——毫无疑问，这件事的背后 | 今天有四块残片。<br><br>在追寻过往真相的过程中，她已经探索了四块残片——毫无疑问，这件事的背后 必然隐藏着真相！<br>她对重要物品的本能熟知、毫不费力就能开口说话，以及对自己觉醒后待了不知有多久的世界的<br>认知都在齐声告诉她：她存在于这个名为Arcaea的世界中的原因绝非简单的灾祸和巧合。<br>更重要的是，即使抛开各种怀疑，这个白色的世界也太过令人迷惘。她拒绝迷惘，她要求真相。<br><br>“听着，Hamu——”<br><br>“Haru。”<br><br>“Hato。“她顿了顿，然后向两边摊手道：“我想要知道这些记忆里面哪一个有我的城堡。<br>我的‘城堡’，你能明白吗？”<br><br>“城堡，”Haru回答道，“所以，你认为自己是女王或王室贵族吗？” | ||
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她一手轻轻握拳，抵在唇边思考了一会儿。<br><br>“哦，也可能是公主。”她终于应声，身子没精打采地往前一怂。<br><br>“……你没事吧，Anri？”他问道，而她的眼眸愈发低垂，心中一阵低落。<br>她的心情也立刻反映在了她的脸上。<br><br>之前说过，这并不是她的名字。她仍然不知道自己的名字，但肯定不是什么“Anri”。<br>她也知道，自己只是纯粹地在碰运气。<br><br>再过片刻，这块记忆可能也要崩毁了。某种意义上来说，这是好事——很快就结束了，没有浪费时间。<br>但这意味着又一份希望的溃灭。<br><br>“你怎么突然提起记忆的事情了？”Haru还在继续追问。闯入这份记忆的女孩再次抬头瞥了他一眼。 | |||
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今天有四块残片。<br><br>这也是总计第五十三块残片。<br><br>只要她找到哪怕有一丝共鸣的记忆，她都会把握住它并深入探索。<br><br>她继续望着Haru茫然的表情。她已经看过无数副这样茫然的表情。在四秒后，表情凝固了。<br><br>传来一道碎裂声，接着世界开始消失……<br><br>……逐渐淡去，化为 Arcaea 的一部分。 | |||
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女孩发现她的权杖就在附近，靠在她一直坐着的路缘上。<br><br>她拿起令牌站起身，并把令牌握在右手里转动把玩着。<br><br>接着，她就这样出发了。<br><br>探索的旅程仍在继续……<br><br>但这位女孩并不知道：<br><br>探索所得的一切，都不会是她的。}} | |||
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Her name, though she doesn’t know it, is “Shirahime”.<br><br>She’d awakened with a crown on her head and a scepter in hand. At once she knew what they<br>were, and she knew what they meant. The girl with white hair and two-color eyes knows that she<br>is most assuredly somebody special.<br><br>“So, bow to me!”<br><br>“Uh... What?”<br><br>“...So it isn’t this one either.”<br><br>With her arms folded and legs crossed and her gaze cast aside, the girl who knows herself to be a<br>princess leans back in her “throne”—a kitchen chair—while the memory of a friend—the friend of<br>whomever had this perspective she’s usurped through a frame of glass—looks back at her in<br>confusion. | |||
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Four shards today.<br><br>She has explored four shards as she’s sought the truth of her past—because there is most definitely<br>a truth! Her innate knowledge of the significance of items, her understanding of speech, and how<br>she has always perceived the world she awakened into however long ago informs her thusly: that<br>her existence in the world called “Arcaea” cannot simply be some trick of chaos and chance. More<br>importantly, regardless of these suspicions, far too much is confounding about the world of white.<br>Too confounding. She demands certainty.<br><br>“Listen, Hamu—”<br><br>“Haru.”<br><br>“Hato.” She pauses, then opens her palms out at her sides. “I’m looking for which of these<br>memories has my castle. My ‘castle’. You get it, right?”<br><br>“A castle,” Haru repeats. “So you think you’re a queen or something?” | |||
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She puts a loose fist against her lips and considers the notion.<br><br>“Well, princess, maybe,” she eventually replies, slouching forward.<br><br>“...Are you alright, Anri?” he asks, and she lowers her gaze as a sour mood falls over her. In short<br>order, her face reflects the mood.<br><br>As mentioned, that is not her name. She still does not know her name, but she does know it isn’t<br>Anri. She also knows she’s pushing her luck.<br><br>In moments, this memory will likely collapse. In a sense, that’s fine—that’s fast, and no waste of<br>time. But it is another dashed hope.<br><br>“And why were you talking about memories?” Haru continues. The intruding girl glances up at him<br>again. | |||
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Four shards today.<br><br>And so, that marks fifty-three in all.<br><br>With any memory she finds that resonates with her even in the slightest way, she takes hold of it<br>and dives within.<br><br>She keeps watch on Haru’s blank face. She has seen countless blank faces just like it. After four<br>seconds, it freezes.<br><br>There is a sound of fracture, and the world all falls away...<br><br>...fading out, into Arcaea. | |||
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The girl finds her scepter nearby, before the curb upon which she had been sitting.<br><br>She takes it up, stands, and twirls it about in her right hand.<br><br>And so, she goes.<br><br>The journey for discovery continues...<br><br>But the girl does not know this:<br><br>Discovery will not be hers.}} | |||
===S-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#S-1|S-1]],购入[[Divided Heart]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[白姬]]通过[[First Snow]] | |||
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也许她能凑齐真相的拼图。<br><br>也许，或许，她能构建出一套理论，而且这套理论还是正确的。<br><br>毕竟，有许多女孩闯入过这个名为Arcaea的世界，并最终探明了自己的真相。她并不知道这点。<br>她就像这片玻璃之境中的许多沦落人一样，认为自己孤身一人。<br>说实话，这让她觉得自己才是这个世界的中心。<br>但话说回来，这也让她开始反思自己身处的窘境。<br><br>如果她是孤身一人，那也许她是一位被放逐的贵族（并不）。<br>也许她是一名伟大的君主，受到万众敬仰（并不）！<br>然而……一场可怕的叛乱爆发了（并没有）！<br>人民起身反抗他们的女王、公主）和国家，还将她的记忆消除得一干二净（想多了）！<br>这一定是魔法的效果！<br><br>没错，带着王冠和权杖醒来的这位女孩，正是那种还相信有魔法存在的家伙。 | |||
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不过，她的臆想还是情有可原。如果这个世界不是魔法世界，还能是什么呢<br>她存在于此的事实着实怪异，这个地方本身就更加怪异了<br>她从不记得有这么个玻璃在空中飞来飞去的世界——无论是在残片的记忆中，还是在自己的记忆中。<br>这一点，以及这些玻璃记忆的体验方式……还说这里不是魔法世界？这说明她肯定也是通过魔法过来的。<br><br>这就是她想要认定的真相。她错了，魔法不是她来此的原因——不过，现下的她对此推测深信不疑。<br><br>因此，她是特别的。因此，她应该受到敬仰。<br><br>“也许……在看起来酷炫的地方也会有‘酷炫’的记忆。”她眺望着无色的大地，自言自语道。<br>“来寻找高处吧。” | |||
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她不断向前。<br><br>确实。<br><br>在形容她的时候，完全可以说这个女孩真的是头铁。}} | |||
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Perhaps she can piece it together.<br><br>Perhaps, maybe, she can form a theory, and that theory may be correct.<br><br>After all, many girls have wandered into this world called Arcaea, and in time discovered<br>themselves. She does not know this. She, as do so many others in the glass landscape along with<br>her, believes herself to be alone in Arcaea. To be frank, it inflates her sense of importance. That<br>being said, it also makes her reflect on her predicament.<br><br>If she is alone, then perhaps she is a noble in exile (no). She was a wonderful ruler, loved by all (no)!<br>Until... there was a terrible rebellion (there wasn’t)! The people turned against their queen, princess,<br>and country, and purged her memories clean (quite the story)! With magic!<br><br>The girl who woke with a crown and scepter is the kind to believe in magic. | |||
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One can allow her this, however. What is the world of white if not a magical one? Her place in it is<br>strange, and the place itself is stranger still. In no memory has she ever found a world in which<br>glass flies and floats through the air as it does in this one—not in any shards, nor in her head.<br>That, and how these glass memories are experienced... this place is magic, no? And that is why<br>she must have come from magic too.<br><br>That’s what she wants to think. She is wrong—that magic is where she came from—but it is her<br>leading theory.<br><br>Therefore, she is special. Therefore, she should be admired.<br><br>“Maybe... there are ‘cool’ memories by cool-looking places,” she says to herself as she overlooks<br>the colorless lands. “Let’s go find a tower.” | |||
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She marches forward.<br><br>Indeed.<br><br>When describing her, it would be apt to say that this girl’s head is one made of stone.}} | |||
=== S-3 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#S-2|S-2]],购入[[Divided Heart]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[白姬]]通过[[Blue Rose]] | |||
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她又给自己丢人了。<br><br>她大声宣告自己身为王室贵族的身份，但是对方却充耳不闻，这让她感受到了贯穿全身、<br>深髓刺骨的羞耻。记忆世界渐渐消失在四周，只剩下她的脸颊还染着通透的红色。<br><br>在回到玻璃世界后，她双手捂住了脸。<br><br>她闭上了眼睛。<br><br>她痛苦地哀嚎了起来。 | |||
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“哼嗯嗯嗯……刚才都是怎么一回事……”<br><br>……她抱怨道。<br><br> “我的城堡在哪儿！？”<br><br>她继续抱怨道。<br><br> “我的臣属呢！？我的子民呢！？都跑哪儿去了！？“<br><br>这个女孩用力跺着地面，双手握拳、咬牙切齿。<br><br> “再来一次！”她怒吼着，手伸向最靠近自己的那块记忆。<br>她不管不顾地跳入其中，一心只想要忘记她刚才站在餐厅的桌子上命令大家对她叩首跪拜时，<br>众人对她投以的那种异样眼光。 | |||
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世界在她周围旋转，眼前尽是黑与白的色调，但这只过了几秒钟。<br>这次的记忆显得安静而奇异。<br><br>天幕黯淡，不见星辰。即使有月亮升起，大概也无法透过重重树影一睹它的身影。<br>她正站在一片森林里——准确地说是一块空地，篝火在她身后发出噼啪的声音。<br><br> “看到它了吗？”一个孩子问道。在这份记忆中，她知道这是她的“妹妹”。<br>她向后瞥了一眼小女孩并思考着。根据这份记忆，年长一些的姐姐正在寻找某个星座。<br><br> “不。”白发的女孩说道。“我没看到。”<br><br> “哦，好吧。那就坐下来，我们继续找。”妹妹回答道。<br><br>她只是点了点头。 | |||
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妹妹的手中拿着什么东西，于是姐姐走到旁边想要看清楚。这是一面屏幕，侧面有几个按键。<br>屏幕上正播放着电影。不对——是动画？<br>她坐在小女孩旁边，斜眯着眼，跟着看了起来。<br><br>似乎她在Arcaea的其它虚幻世界中也看过这个。<br>这是一部剧情老套的动画，讲述一个拥有超能力的男孩与伙伴们一起对抗妖魔怪兽的故事。<br><br> “……你充过电了吧？”她问道，显然是指这台设备。对方则出声回应。<br> “你不是问过了嘛。”妹妹答道。<br><br> “所以呢……？”<br><br> “充好了！”<br><br> “很好……”<br><br>她发自内心地轻声道，言语间充满了喜悦。 | |||
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该怎么说呢……<br><br>王族才不会看动画。王族得是政治家、是统治者，是万千子民的引导者。显然她是如此认为的。<br><br>不过，显然她也觉得现在的这样子要更快乐：坐在一旁，一言不发，眼睛紧盯，耳朵直竖。<br><br>她将肩膀靠向这个记忆中的女孩，女孩也回以同样的姿势。<br><br>现在，她感到无比的放松。<br><br>她之前的所有情绪突然消失了。在愤怒之后，她意识到：有时候，人生真是可怕。 | |||
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即便不去理会她在玻璃的世界里所亲眼见识到的种种恐惧，大部分的时间里，<br>人生都让人觉得非常糟糕。<br><br>丧气、体衰、无法改变现状……<br><br>但生命就是如此。<br><br>可能在被关入这个玻璃牢笼之前，她只是孤家寡人。也许她是一个寥落的君主，坐在孤零的王座上。<br><br>也许这是她仅存的东西。<br><br>如果是这样，她觉得…… | |||
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如果是这样，那现状或许还算不错。<br><br>她的“妹妹”拿来了一张毯子，披在了两人的肩上。<br><br>她又瞥了一眼女孩，说了声：“谢谢……”<br><br>随后她又将目光重新投向屏幕，直到记忆淡去都保持着沉默。}} | |||
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She embarrassed herself again.<br><br>Somehow, when her declarations of nobility land on deaf ears, she experiences a deep and<br>crippling shame that courses through her. As the memory falls around her, her cheeks are always<br>dyed a perfect red.<br><br>Now, having returned to the world of glass, she presses her hand to her face.<br><br>She shuts her eyes.<br><br>And she whines with pain. | |||
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“Ghhhhhh... what was that...”<br><br>...She says.<br><br>“Where is my castle!?”<br><br>She still says.<br><br>“Where are my subjects!? My people!? Where!?”<br><br>The girl stomps her foot and balls her fists, gritting her teeth.<br><br>“Another!” she shouts, reaching for the first and nearest memory. She dives in, to whatever it is, if<br>only to stop remembering the looks she received while she stood on that restaurant table and<br>demanded obeisance. | |||
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A world swirls around her, in shades of white and black, and in seconds she has trespassed.<br>The memory she enters is quiet and quaint.<br><br>The stars are out, and it is dark. If the moon has risen, it can’t be seen through the trees.<br>She is standing in a forest—in a clearing. A fire crackles behind her.<br><br>“Can you see it?” a child asks. In this memory, she knows this is “her sister”.<br>She glances back at the little girl and thinks.<br>According to this memory, the older sister was trying to find a certain constellation.<br><br>“No,” says the white-haired girl. “I can’t see it.”<br><br>“Oh well. Sit down and let’s keep watching,” the sister replies.<br><br>She nods. | |||
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The younger girl has something in her hands. The older girl walks over to see it better. It’s a screen,<br>with buttons on its sides. A movie is playing on that screen. No—an animation? Squinting, she sits<br>down beside the girl and watches.<br><br>It seems similar to what she’s seen in other fiction across other Arcaea: a typical cartoon about a<br>boy with some power, fighting devilish monsters with his friends.<br><br>“...You charged it, right?” she asks, referring to the device. The words come from another.<br><br>“You already asked me that,” the little sister answers.<br><br>“And...?”<br><br>“I did!”<br><br>“Good...”<br><br>She whispers this honestly, as she honestly means it. | |||
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How to say...<br><br>Royalty does not watch cartoons. A royal is a statesperson, a ruler, and a guider of women and men.<br>She most definitely believes that.<br><br>Yet, she is most definitely more comfortable with this: sitting down and having nothing to say,<br>her eyes transfixed and her ears perked.<br><br>She puts her shoulder to the shoulder of the memory-child, and the child returns the gesture.<br><br>Now, she feels at ease.<br><br>The mood she had before was suddenly silenced. In the wake of her anger, it comes to her mind:<br>life is a truly horrible thing sometimes. | |||
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Barring even the horrors she has borne witness to in glass: life feels terrible, much of the time.<br><br>Frustrations, waning strength, pure inability to change one’s situation...<br><br>That’s how it is.<br><br>It is possible she had no one else before she was put in a glass cage. Perhaps she was a lonely ruler,<br>on a lonely throne.<br><br>Perhaps she only had this.<br><br>If that was so, she thinks... | |||
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If that was so, then perhaps things were alright.<br><br>Her “sister” brings a small blanket over both of their shoulders.<br><br>She glances at the child again and says, “Thanks...”<br><br>And she gazes back into the screen, saying nothing more until the memory fades away.}} | |||
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解锁条件：完成[[#S-3|S-3]],购入[[Divided Heart]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[白姬]]通过[[Blocked Library]] | |||
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从此之后，她的动力也消退了。<br><br>在那段记忆里，她与自己珍视的人一起在森林里游荡，并看着赏心悦目的景象，<br>消磨夜晚的时光……但这也将她的雄心壮志给完全打发走了。<br><br>事实摆在眼前，她没有城堡，甚至连家都没有，即使能找到，那也只是记忆：被抛弃、被遗忘、转瞬即逝的记忆。<br><br>如果她继续向前，路途将了无止境。<br><br>这没有意义，也没有终点。<br><br>换句话说，她的旅途是空虚的。 | |||
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于是，她低声道：“好痛……”<br><br>她的声音颤抖着。<br><br>她望向无尽的日光，露出精致的嘴唇和柔和的眼眸。<br><br>说实话……<br><br>哪怕她真的是远方国度的公主……被废黜的伟大统治者……体内流着王室贵族的血液……<br><br>这位女孩依旧只是凡人，而凡人无法永远都保持坚强。<br>她受挫了，沉默了，陷入了哀情和悲思的诅咒中。 | |||
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女孩闭上了异色的双眼，虽然看不到太阳，但感到泪水滑过脸颊。<br><br>她抽泣着。<br><br>她的泪珠凝固了光线，又在跌落时散去萤辉——这并不是魔法的效果……<br><br>……而是来自黯淡天幕的衬托。<br><br>Arcaea的余夕在她的脸上隐没，但张开的双眼又折射出神采。<br>这是为了看清她周围的影幕，这是为了确切地见证夜色降临于大地。 | |||
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“呃……？”<br><br>她又抬头望去。<br><br>似乎……天穹被撕裂开来，一颗绯红的彗星正在坠落。<br><br>“哈……！？”<br><br>它飞行了大概一分多钟，然后突兀地掉到她面前，将轻风白沙和她的双马尾搅得七零八落。<br><br>女孩惊愕地张大了嘴，无措地瞪着绯红的陨星。陨星跪坐在一堆破椅子当中，甩了甩满头的尘土。<br>她的头部。这颗陨星竟是个女孩。 | |||
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她睁开了眼睛，睁得大大得。片刻之后，她的脸上也露出大大的笑容。<br><br>这就是飞跃天际的那个绯红女孩。<br><br>她的名字是“红”。}} | |||
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Since then, her drive has faded as well.<br><br>The memory of a trip in the woods, with someone who cared, simply watching something easy to<br>whittle away the hours of the night... it, too, whittled her ambitions away entirely.<br><br>Here are the facts: she has no castle, let alone any home, and even if she found either, they would<br>merely be memories: abandoned, forgotten, and in actuality ephemeral.<br><br>If she is to walk forward, it will be to no conclusion.<br><br>It will be to no sense or end.<br><br>To say it in another way: her path is an empty one. | |||
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So, she whispers, “This hurts...”<br><br>Her voice cracks.<br><br>She looks at the endless daylight, with terse lips and warm eyes.<br><br>Frankly...<br><br>Even if she was a princess of a faraway land... a great ruler, deposed... born nobility...<br><br>The girl is human, and humans are not perfectly strong. She is stuck, and quiet, and cursed with<br>emotion and thought. | |||
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Under the unseen sun, the girl shuts her two-colored eyes and feels tears running down her cheeks.<br><br>She sobs.<br><br>The light is caught within her teardrops, and that light fades as it falls—not through any magic...<br><br>...but instead through the darkening of the sky.<br><br>As the gleam of Arcaea’s daylight ebbs from her face, the girl opens her eyes to blink. To see<br>shadows around her. To see, unmistakably, night falling on the earth. | |||
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“Eh...?”<br><br>She turns her gaze upward again.<br><br>It seems that... the heavens have been rent, and a red comet is falling.<br><br>“Huh...!?”<br><br>It flies down for a minute or more, before landing unceremoniously before her—scattering winds,<br>white sands, and the twin tails of her hair.<br><br>Dumbfounded the girl stares, mouth agape, at the crashed crimson star. The star is kneeling on a<br>pile of broken chairs, and shaking its head of dust. Her head. The star is a girl. | |||
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She opens her eyes, and opens them wide. In a short moment, a smile—wide as well—<br>spreads across her face.<br><br>This is the crimson girl who flew up to the sky.<br><br>Her name is Kou.}} | |||
=== S-5 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#S-4|S-4]],[[#4-8|4-8]],购入[[Divided Heart]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[白姬]]通过[[nέo κόsmo]] | |||
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“很高兴认识你”<br><br>红一副元气满满的样子，直接就开始打招呼。白姬身体僵硬、脸色发白。<br>这样的身体反应并不理想，因为她完全失去了行动能力。<br>红“刷”地一下从一堆家具中跳了起来，直扑向她，一把就抱住了这个双马尾女孩，<br>差点把对方撞了个底朝天。这让自称王族的某人不得不毫无风度地尖叫道：“呀！？”<br><br> “哇哦，是真人！你真的存在！”在拥抱之后，红抽出双手，欢欣鼓舞地摸着另一个女孩的脸蛋、<br>耳朵、头发，还有全身上下。<br><br>在这一切的过程中，白姬全程无言以对。<br><br>红捏了捏白姬通红的脸颊，笑问道：“这不是记忆吧？”<br><br>“如假包换！”公主大人用略显扭曲的声音强调着。 | |||
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“对了！你知道自己的名字吗？”红问道。“我还不知道自己叫什么呢。”她又补充了一句。<br>“我好像知道了！”她猜测着，乐观地竖起一根手指。“啊……不对。”<br>她敲了敲自己的太阳穴，歪着头道歉道。<br><br>“停——停！”另一位女孩表示无奈。绯红的女孩笑了起来，白姬则结结巴巴地又道：<br>“我……什么！？你是……嘿！你还好吗！？”<br><br>她的声调让这句询问听起来更像是祈求。<br><br>“我没事。”红回以笑容。<br><br>“你可是从天上掉下来了！”白姬提醒道，并以手指天强调着。<br><br>“对，差不多是那样——”红开口道，转头望向她来时的方向。<br>她停下来，一只手背过去，另一只手指向天边。这么做的时候，她瞄了一眼另一位女孩，高呼道：<br>“这都晚上了呀！”<br><br>“妳到现在才发现吗？” | |||
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“嗯，我又没回头。”红把两手都背了起来，转身答道。<br><br>“你在那上边是做什么？”<br><br> “那里有一些记忆。”绯红的女孩解释着。“我在观看它们。”<br><br> “这么说，你也能看它们？”白姬追问道，红则热情洋溢地点头肯定。<br><br> “没错！”她是这么说的。<br><br> “你还能飞！？”<br><br>“也不能这么说。”这次她摇了摇头。“我可以让别的东西飘浮起来。”她的手指像魔杖一样舞动，<br>以一个橱柜为对象进行着展示，让它开始围绕两人旋转，并逐渐靠近她。“你做不到吗？”她反问道。<br><br>白姬夸张地摇着脑袋，双马尾前后翻飞，把红再次给逗笑了。白姬一只手抚住胸口，宣称道：<br>“我可是正常人。” | |||
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在Arcaea世界中，在漫长的时光中，总会有一些命运的瞬间。<br>某人的臆想和某两人的相遇让时间和现实都遭到了扭曲。<br><br>不过，这种瞬间也只是纯属偶然。<br><br>两个女孩开始聊天，聊起了玻璃的世界，聊起了存在的目的，当然还有那片天空。<br>随后便是实验：红的魔法能带走白姬吗？白姬自己也能学会这种魔法吗？答案是“能”和“不能”。 | |||
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当然，她们也感到好奇：外面的世界里还有多少像她们一样的人呢？<br><br>怀着这种思绪，她们开始追逐消逝的日光。<br>也许……还有其他人在抬头仰望，并为这片新天地感到惊奇。<br><br>就这样，也没有什么命运的羁绊，两人开始了同行。}} | |||
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“Nice to meet you!!”<br><br>Kou booms her greeting with a voice full of life. Shirahime stiffens, and pales. This is the wrong<br>move—it affords her no mobility. Kou leaps out at her from her pile of furniture and tackles the<br>twin-tailed girl, nearly toppling her. This elicits from the self-described royal a distinctly<br>ignoble “Bwagh!?”<br><br>“Oh wow, you’re real! You’re actually here!” After hugging her, Kou removes her arms and starts<br>cheerfully patting the other girl’s face, ears, hair, and sides.<br><br>To all of this, Shirahime finds herself speechless.<br><br>Kou pulls on Shirahime’s scarlet cheeks, laughing. “This isn’t a memory, right?” she asks.<br><br>“I’m real!” the “princess” insists with a voice slightly distorted. | |||
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“Oh! Do you know your name?” Kou asks. “Oh, I don’t know mine,” she adds. “Maybe I know it now!”<br>she guesses, lifting a finger optimistically. “Aah... I don’t.” She taps her temple, and tilts her head<br>apologetically.<br><br>“Slo—...Slow down!” the other girl begs. The girl in red laughs, and Shirahime stutters on, saying<br>“I...! What!? Are you... Hey! Are you okay!?”<br><br>Although that question from her sounds more a demand.<br><br>“I’m fine,” says Kou with a smile.<br><br>“You fell from the sky!” Shirahime reminds her, pointing for emphasis.<br><br>“Yeah, I guess I di—” Kou begins, turning to see where she came from. She stops, puts a hand on<br>her hip, and points to the heavens. With this, she glances back at the other girl and declares,<br>“It’s nighttime!”<br><br>“You didn’t notice!?” | |||
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“Well, I didn’t look back,” Kou replies, now turning back around with both hands on her hips.<br><br>“What were you doing up there?”<br><br>“There were some memories,” the red girl explains. “I watched them.”<br><br>“So you can watch them too?” Shirahime asks. Kou nods with enthusiasm.<br><br>“I can!” she says.<br><br>“And you can fly!?”<br><br>“Not really,” she answers, now with a shake of the head. “I can make other stuff float.” She<br>demonstrates with her finger acting as a wand, and a cupboard being the subject, swirling around<br>the two of them to her direction. “You can’t?” she asks.<br><br>And Shirahime wildly shakes her head, which spurs laughter in Kou once again as her twin tails<br>whip to and fro. With a hand over her chest, Shirahime declares: “I’m HUMAN.” | |||
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In Arcaea, in its time, there have been moments of fate. The tides of time and reality are bent and<br>twisted by the whims of one or the convergence of two.<br><br>However, this moment is merely chance.<br><br>The girls talk—talk of glass, of purpose, and naturally of the sky. Experiments follow: can Shirahime<br>be carried by Kou’s magic? Can Shirahime learn this magic herself? Yes, and no. | |||
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Of course, they also wonder how many others are out there, the same as them.<br><br>And it is with this in mind that they follow the fleeing daylight. Perhaps...there are others looking<br>up, and marveling at the new sky.<br><br>Just like that, with no fate or destiny tying them, these two begin to walk together.}} | |||
=== S-6 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#S-5|S-5]],购入[[Divided Heart]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[白姬]]通过[[Lightning Screw]] | |||
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她和红开始疑惑：两人相遇后又过去多久了呢？几周，还是几个月？<br><br>在昏暗中，两位女孩正在穿越夜幕笼罩的废墟，红在前面探路，白姬在后面结巴的说着话，<br>红的笑声从前飘来，背后牵着白姬的一只手。<br>此外，这位“公主”惯例的丢人行为早已不再局限于记忆世界——<br>她不是磕磕绊绊，就是结结巴巴，根本停不下来。<br>事到如今，红已经完全习惯了这位自称王室贵胄的家伙一边打颤一边强撑的表现。<br><br>不过，这个双马尾的女孩最近显然不怎么打颤了：无论是聊天时的语调，还是行进时的动作。<br><br>她们真的已经同行很久了，但这不会永远继续下去。 | |||
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现在，在经历了漫长的旅途后，红和白姬来到了一处明显的分界线。<br><br>虽然云雾迸裂、群星不再，但并不是所有的晨光都已消逝。<br><br>两位女孩无言地望向天空，眼中充满了震撼。<br><br>毕竟……<br><br>……她们正站在日与夜的境界之上。 | |||
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“好美……”白姬喃喃道。<br><br>“是啊。”红表示赞同。<br><br>夜间的星幕是紫色的，日间的天穹则是亮得发白的金色。<br>于两者相遇之地，或是魔法、或是记忆的东西正百转千回，如变幻闪烁的神话巨蛇<br>。她们发现的地方就好像是这个世界上意外出现的间隙。<br>光是看着它，两人就几乎明白了世界的本质和由来。<br><br>红首先转回了目光，但白姬却陷入了凝望。<br><br>“现在怎么办？”红问道。“我们还是没找到人呀？”<br><br>“不……”白姬答道。<br><br>“我们还要一起找下去吗？” | |||
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白姬也转回了目光。两人的面前是Arcaea的新领域：一边是光，一边是暗。<br><br>她看向红，冷静地摇了摇头。<br><br>“我会沿着这条线前进。我会找到其他人。”她说道。<br>“而你应该回到天上，看看那里都藏着些什么。” | |||
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红的眉头一抬。<br><br>两人已经同行了很久，在相处的时光里，红觉得她已经完全搞懂了另一位女孩。<br>白姬是一个闹腾的家伙，但她的装腔作势只是为了掩盖一颗颤抖的心灵。所以……<br><br>“……你在发号施令？”红难以置信地问道。<br><br>“当然。”白姬抛出轻蔑而嘲讽的一瞥。“你没看见我头上的这顶王冠吗？”<br><br>红笑呵呵地答道：“嗯，我看见了。”<br><br>于是白姬再次低垂眼眸，看向远处的玻璃之丘。 | |||
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她告诉红：“刚才开玩笑的……我只是有这个想法，打算碰一把运气。”<br>白姬对上了红的目光，又挺直了腰背。这位公主淡然道：<br>“我们总要做选择，而我认为你最好选我做不到的那个。”<br><br>然后……过了片刻，红点头同意。她召唤一块水泥板到脚边，然后跳了上去。<br><br> “那么，我去夜晚那边。”她说道。“有缘再相会！”她露齿一笑。<br><br> “我们会再见的。”白姬回以轻松的微笑。红眨了眨眼，笑容逐渐淡去。<br>这位白发的女孩再次让她感到了意外。但她深信着这句话，笑容又回到了脸上。 | |||
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红飞往星光所在，白姬也随即迈向前方。<br><br>也许她已经忘了自己的复国大业。<br><br>她所知道的是：这个世界上还有其他人。<br><br>世界是如此广阔，但她终将找到这些人。<br><br>王冠和权杖意味着高贵的身份，高贵的身份意味着将他人汇聚到身边，如众星捧月。<br>也许她的血脉一点儿也不高贵。<br><br>不过，必须要说的是，尽管她爱发牢骚、意志不坚、心灵脆弱……<br><br>……她的灵魂是高贵无疑的。}} | |||
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She, Kou, begins to wonder: has it been weeks, or have months passed between them?<br><br>Under the dark, these two girls have wandered together through shadow-bathed ruins: with Kou<br>leading, and with Shirahime stammering behind; Kou’s laughter ahead, and Shirahime’s hand at<br>her back. Further, the “princess’s” habit for embarrassment has escaped merely the confines of<br>memory—rare is the moment she will not stumble or stutter, and by now Kou is well-accustomed<br>to the shaking, brazen, self-proclaimed “royal”.<br><br>However, the twin-tailed girl has most definitely, of late, been shaking far less: in her voice when<br>they talk, and in her movements when they go.<br><br>Truly, the two have traveled together long. But it won’t be forever. | |||
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Now Kou and Shirahime, quite a ways into their travels, find themselves at a clear divide.<br><br>Though the clouds are torn and the stars brought out, not all of the morning light has faded.<br><br>The girls view the heavens without a word, and with awe-filled faces.<br><br>After all...<br><br>...they now stand at the division between night and day. | |||
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“Pretty...” Shirahime whispers.<br><br>“Yeah,” Kou agrees.<br><br>The stars of the night are violet. The day is white and golden. Where they meet, what might be<br>magic—might be memory—churns and twists, like a shifting and prismatic serpent. It is as if<br>they’ve found the world’s haphazard seam. Seeing it, they almost know: know what the world is,<br>and how it came to be as well.<br><br>Kou brings her eyes down first. Shirahime, however, cannot tear away hers.<br><br>“Now what?” Kou asks. “We didn’t find anyone, huh?”<br><br>“No...” Shirahime replies.<br><br>“Should we keep looking together?” | |||
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Shirahime brings down her eyes as well.<br>Before them is the new Arcaea landscape: of shadows and light.<br><br>She looks at Kou, and calmly shakes her head.<br><br>“I’m going to follow the line: I’ll find someone out there,” she says.<br>“And you should go back to the heavens and see what they’re hiding.” | |||
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Kou raises her eyebrows.<br><br>The two have walked for quite some time, and in their time together, Kou believed she had the<br>other girl figured out. That Shirahime was a boisterous sort—but that all of her flair and bombast<br>existed only to obscure a shivering heart. Therefore...<br><br>“...You’re taking charge?” Kou asks, as it’s just too surprising.<br><br>“Of course,” Shirahime says, with a dismissive and teasing glance. “You see this crown on my head,<br>right?”<br><br>Kou chuckles. “Yeah, I see it,” she answers.<br><br>And Shirahime lowers her gaze again, staring out to the glass hills. | |||
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She tells Kou, “I’m kidding... I just had the thought: I want to take a chance.” Shirahime meets Kou’s<br>red eyes and the girl straightens her back. The princess states, “We should take one, and I think<br>you’d better do what I can’t.”<br><br>And... after a few moments, Kou nods. She calls a slab of concrete to her feet, and hops on.<br><br>“I’ll go see the night, then,” she says. “Let’s meet up when we can!” She grins.<br><br>“We will,” Shirahime answers with an easy smile. Kou blinks, and loses her own. Once more the<br>white-haired girl has surprised her. Deeply, she believes those words, and her face brightens up<br>again. | |||
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Kou flies to the starlight, and at once Shirahime steps forward.<br><br>Perhaps she has forgotten her want of a kingdom.<br><br>She already knows: there are others here.<br><br>The world is vast, but she will find them.<br><br>What a crown and scepter mean is nobility, and what a noble does is draw others to her, like a<br>much-needed hearth. Maybe her blood is not noble at all.<br><br>However, it must be said: despite her whining, her wavering, and her very weak heart...<br><br>...her soul very much is.}} | |||
===5-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[忘却]]通过[[Genesis]] | |||
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这座悬崖俯瞰着世间万物。<br><br>一日即将收尾。每当到达这一时刻，那些终于摆脱红尘俗世的人们也将抛弃自身的真实性。<br>好似寄居生物一般，他们将褪去的外壳留给随后而来的崭新生命。<br>最后，他们的灵魂就会升向头顶上方：那潭闪闪发亮的灵魂之池。<br><br>灵魂若水，缥缈无形。一切都将化作霜色，归于阴云彼岸的光彩生机。<br>她身处的世界便存在于那灰蒙蒙的盛景之中。<br>那番景象——此般独特，而又这般壮丽的景象——称作「奇观」也当之无愧。<br><br>可对她来说，这确是日常之景。她的心中并未因此诞生任何涟漪。<br>这只是每日工作必经的一环。 | |||
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“左方有过任何波澜吗？”<br>背后，她的那位同事如是询问。<br>她略微转过头去，正见他盘坐于地面，大腿上方还平置着一只用于水象占卜的黑色浅碗。<br>碗盏水面上尚未消逝的涟漪，让她意识到他不久前刚刚进行了一次预测。<br><br>她稍有些漫不经心地开口应答：“并无发现。”随后，她追问道，“何故这样问？你是不是有察觉到什么？”<br><br>“方才地面似乎有些许震荡。”他补充道。<br><br>“嗯…………的确不是什么吉兆呢。需我前去留心观察一番吗？”<br><br>“呵…那东西看上去像是道裂缝。”他说道，“那好，你帮忙过去处理一下吧。”<br><br>简洁精练地应了一声“好的”之后——伫立于悬崖边沿的她纵身一跃。 | |||
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周遭的灵魂密集到足以减缓她的下落速度。<br>在此情形下，她将手探向了那对用来束紧自己上衣、袖口与短裙的丝线，将其拉扯几许。<br>少女身上的衣装立刻莲松开来，于空气中悠悠飘扬。<br>一团光晕自她的服装中逐渐显形。光辉点亮之际，四周死灵所带来的干涉也随之黯淡无数。<br><br>在抵达地面后，她将悬在腰后的镰刀举向身前，展开到原有的长度后便翻转过来，<br>斜坐于刀刃旁侧，朝着自己遥远的目的地高速驶去。<br><br>将受困于裂隙的迷途之灵引领出来，再着手修复裂隙。<br><br>默默无言地返回悬崖，康续留意其他的异常现象。<br><br>过去的她，正是这样活着——<br>重复着如上所述的任务，或是一概肖似之事。<br>日复一日，年复一年。这便是她的职责，她的义务所在；这般周而复始，直到她再也不是孤单一人。 | |||
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到底，那段时光也早就褪色逝去。<br><br>那些日子，很早以前便不复存在了。<br>不复存在——<br>她脑海中生活于那片世界的「记忆」，早已化作无形。 | |||
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The cliff overlooked it all.<br><br>At the end of the day, those who had abandoned the mortal coil left behind their souls like hermit<br>shells for other, new lives to take them. Their spirits ascended to the land's Pool, luminous and<br>glimmering overhead.<br><br>Water-like spirits, almost formless; everything white and flowing into that vibrancy which bore<br>through the clouded sky. In the gray landscape that was her world, this sight—this unique,<br>spectacular sight—was something many could call a wonder.<br><br>To her, it was ordinary. It was everyday. It was work. | |||
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"Any trembling on the left side?" her confrère asked from behind. She very slightly moved her head<br>to see him sitting on the ground. On his lap sat a wide, black, shallow bowl of water, used for<br>lecanomancy, and from the ripples inside it she could see that he'd just performed a divination.<br><br>She answered him lightly with, "No." Then she asked, "Why? Have you noticed something?"<br><br>"It looks like the earth shook a bit," he explained.<br><br>"Ahh... That's not good. Should I look closer?"<br><br>"Hmm... It seems like a fissure," he said. "Go take care of it."<br><br>With a simple "alright," she stepped off the cliff. | |||
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The density of spirits nearby slowed her fall. She found a pair of strings that were keeping her<br>blouse, sleeves, and skirt taut. When she tugged them, they loosened and began to dangle; a<br>shimmer emanated from the cloth and her dress began to ruffle loudly. And as it did, it dulled the<br>influence of the dead.<br><br>Once she reached the ground, she took her scythe from her hip, unfolded it to its full height, and<br>after turning it over, rode the underside of the blade in flight to her far-off destination.<br><br>To mend the fissure after coaxing out the souls trapped within it.<br><br>To return to the cliff, and watch for any other aberrations.<br><br>She was to do this, and things like it, day after day. Yes. That was her responsibility.<br>And, in time, her life would join the others. | |||
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In fact, that time has already passed.<br><br>It's long ago, gone. The world and life she once knew is now only a shapeless memory.}} | |||
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只是，「死亡」本该截然不同。<br>形存则神存，形灭则神灭——在她的生命历程中，此为公理，[死亡」自然也不是谜题。<br>不存在转生来世；那些有关天堂，乃至十八层地狱的故事，<br>都仅仅是远古时代的道德主义者才会推崇的无稽之谈——<br>人出生于那个世界，在那里活着，在那里死去，在那里迎来结局。<br>那么这地方究竟又是何处？她到底苏醒于什么未知的领域？<br>到底是哪里……这里到底是什么地方？<br>不过也是……或许她根本没有必要纠结这个问题吧？ | |||
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“嗯……”<br><br>她蹲坐在灯塔之巅，俯视着脚下的无尽荒漠。纯白、无际的纯白、整片大地延伸着纯白……<br>而就在那边，有着玻璃碎片：那些名叫「Arcaea」的碎片。<br>她逍遥地用手托着下巴，慵懒的目光投向那座朝左面延伸而去的桥梁。少女并不清楚那座桥会通向何处。<br><br>“呼……”她长呼出一口气，站起身的同时将手探向了臀部后方的那把长镰。<br>时过境迁，这把镰刀的用途已不尽相同，但辅助她四处游走仍旧不在话下。<br>——无意识地挥手抚弄着刘海，指尖轻轻碰触到左角的前段。<br><br>对啊……差点都忘了这件事。<br>迄今为止，她于Arcaea之中见证了如此多的回忆……<br>但自始至终，她都未曾寻找到哪怕一片能够代表头顶长着双角的人类。 | |||
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在这片由玻璃碎片而点缀的世界之中，她确实花了不少的时间去观察、分类那些回忆。<br>毕竟说到底，那些碎片中的各种回忆是这世界里唯一能够吸引住她的事物。<br>她就这样保存它们，像是记录情报一般。<br>不容置疑的是，这些记录根本丝毫无法证实她所属的种族位于任何领域的存在性。<br><br>她所属的种族是……？<br>种族……种族？如此假设究竟合理吗？<br>难道说，她活着的时候也曾身为“哪一种族的成员”，参与着某种不可告人的心灵园艺？<br>这也并不意味着那些过往要放在此时还会显得有多重要，<br>但说不定尝试弄清那些往事就能离彻底唤醒旧时的“她”更进一步。<br>……也就是诸如此类的想法。管它那么多呢。<br><br>此时此刻，该去尝试对那几团玻璃碎片做一番鉴定了一一<br>那片被她称之为「家」的Arcaea究竟处在何方，有哪些碎片仍旧残存，又有哪些是新出现的……<br>这样想着的她从灯塔上踱步而下，随时准备开始新一轮的例行公事。 | |||
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But this isn't what death was meant to be.<br><br>There was no mystery to it in her life: what happened to the dead was what happened. There was<br>no "next world", only that which you were born in, lived in, and died in. Something like heaven...<br>hell... even purgatory: these were moralists' tales which only seemed valid in the most ancient of<br>times.<br><br>So what is this place? What is this mysterious realm that she one day awakened to?<br>What might it be? What might it be?<br><br>Well... does it really matter? | |||
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"Hm..."<br><br>She sits knees-up on top of a lighthouse, overlooking a desert. White. White, and more white...<br>and there, glass. "Arcaea" is its name. With her chin in her hand, she casts a languid gaze toward a<br>bridge extending left. She doesn't know where that one goes.<br><br>"Phew..." She exhales and stands, taking the scythe from off her hip. It doesn't work quite the same<br>here, but she can still utilize it for travel. Unconsciously, she brushes her bangs the other way. In<br>doing so she grazes the front side of her left horn with her fingertips.<br><br>Right... right. To this day, of all the memories she can find within the Arcaea... she hasn't found a<br>single one with any horned humans represented. | |||
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With these memories being really the only attention-grabbers in this world fashioned from glass,<br>she's spent quite a bit of time watching and cataloguing them. Keeping them, like records. And<br>indeed, those records don't even hint at her race having ever existed anywhere.<br><br>Her race is... Race... Race? Is that a safe assumption to make? Was she part of a "people" when she<br>was alive, participating in spiritual horticulture? Not that it matters now, but perhaps remembering<br>more clearly will unlock more of her old self... Something like that, anyway.<br><br>For now, it's time to evaluate which shards of glass have left the part of Arcaea she calls home,<br>which have remained, and which are new. She moves to step from the lighthouse, ready for her<br>new routine.}} | |||
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那把镰刀，——确实仍能用于飞行。<br><br> | |||
若联想女巫总无精打采地横坐在扫帚柄上四处飞行，这一场景用于形容少女现在的模样简直在合适不过。<br> | |||
这位年轻的女孩沿着下方那条破败不堪的残毁大街飞驰而下，<br> | |||
身体斜后方那竖直立起的长刃随着飞行方向的改变而挪动。<br> | |||
她早已能够随心所欲地操纵镰刀飞行。<br><br> | |||
在飞行途中，她望向了某一团紊乱无章的飞舞碎片。这群玻璃碎片宛若一条悬河，也顺着大路流淌向前。<br> | |||
自从她来到这地方后，那群碎片的成员便再无增减。<br> | |||
每日都对此进行检查的少女，认为这种情况难免显得异乎寻常。<br> | |||
直至今天，这条闪闪发光的溪流也同往日一般，包含着与前日完美一致的回忆内容。<br><br> | |||
尽是些彼此之间毫无联系，也丝毫无法衔接的各种回忆。<br> | |||
娱乐、音乐、忧伤，以及那些庞大却敏捷迅速的怪异机械……倒不如说，这也算是一种折衷的不寻常搭配。<br> | |||
每当想到这些看似没有关联的事物可能是相通的，事情就会变得有趣几分。<br><br> | |||
她在寻找自己最钟意的回忆。 | |||
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当然，在无数回忆中寻找自己正在渴求的那一段，无疑是海底捞针。<br> | |||
但事实上，那对象就在此处——而且，它似乎也喜欢着她。<br><br> | |||
那一片玻璃脱离了碎片的队列，于少女滑翔之时靠近了她。<br> | |||
她微微地笑着，将右手从镰刀上举起，用掌心去迎接那一片碎片。<br><br> | |||
它所蕴含的那段回忆中——<br> | |||
一支小巧玲珑的手工竖笛的制作马上就要大功告成。制作这支乐器耗费了多少个分秒日月……<br> | |||
尽管如此，那位雕刻师却将全部的情感凝聚在了这最后时刻。这一刻终于要来临了。<br><br> | |||
他试着吹奏了一个音符，随之奏响的音符不禁让他眉头一皱。简直糟透了。<br><br> | |||
还好，至少能顺利奏出音色。 | |||
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尽管这段记忆标志着一段艰辛旅程的结局，却也象征着另一端更为宏图大志的旅途即将开始。<br><br> | |||
还真是异样的处境呢……<br><br> | |||
实不相瞒——隶属于同一团块的其他碎片所蕴含的特殊性质，自然也是毫不逊色。 | |||
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It does still fly: the scythe.<br><br>Sitting on the length of the handle as a witch might lackadaisically sit on a broom, the young<br>woman rides down a broken, shambled street. The blade sits upright beside and behind her,<br>shifting for every swivel and turn. Her movements are smooth and completely ingrained.<br><br>As she goes, she looks upon a particular jumble of flying glass. This one runs alongside and above<br>the road like a river, and since her arrival it has not once lost or gained any memories for its flock.<br>This being so peculiar, she checks it every day. Today, too, the memories that glint within each are<br>all ones she has seen before.<br><br>Unrelated, unconnected memories of play, song, sadness, strange machines both enormous and<br>fast... It's really a rather eclectic mix, making the fact that they're seemingly unconnected very<br>interesting.<br><br>She looks for the memory that she likes the most. | |||
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Of course, finding a specific memory within a crowd is similar to seeking a needle in a stack of hay.<br>But the one here—it likes her in return.<br><br>A piece of glass breaks from the chain, and it approaches her as she glides on. She smiles faintly,<br>lifting her right hand from her scythe so that the piece can come to rest over her palm.<br><br>In it is the final moment of a small hand-crafted flute's creation. Making the instrument had been<br>a labor of many minutes, hours, days and months, but the carver who'd done it had condensed all<br>his feeling into this single moment. It all came to this.<br><br>He plays a note, and the tone makes him wince. Terrible.<br><br>But it does work. | |||
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Though this memory marked the end of an arduous journey,<br>it also marked the beginning of an even grander one.<br><br>Such a curious position...<br><br>Truly—and the others it shares a crowd with are special indeed.}} | |||
===5-4=== | |||
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那一段回忆，确是珍贵。<br><br> | |||
当然，前提是它的确配得上“珍贵”二字——这碎片似乎更像是在某一刻主动追随起了少女。<br> | |||
第一次拥有宠物的回忆、生存与献祭的回忆、第一次道出某个词语的回忆，<br> | |||
甚至哪怕是一次鼓舞人心的演讲，一次重要的私人谈话……<br> | |||
偶尔少女会在它们一旁漫步而过，或是骑着镰刀飞掠附近地带。届时，这些意义非凡的回忆便会跟随起她。<br><br> | |||
少女却对此漠不关心。<br> | |||
让她真正心感欢喜的，是眼前这些性质格外独特的回忆被安然保存于此地的事实。<br> | |||
这当然十分美妙，只不过在这后面还有更加精彩的事情。<br><br> | |||
Arcaea的世界就好像是一座储存着各类回忆的宏大档案馆。<br> | |||
像是牙痛的回忆、美食的回忆、骑马的回忆、不小心将牛奶打翻的回忆……<br> | |||
不管这些回忆是否存在特殊的意义，只要它们被世人所铭记，便会归于此处。 | |||
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而正是这每一片看似微不足道的记忆碎片——甚至连那些极端特殊的个体也在内——<br> | |||
成功塑造起了那一位又一位人物形象，她心中如此想到。<br> | |||
不仅如此，这些碎片更是那些故往世人曾切切实实活过的唯一证明。<br><br> | |||
纪念碑与坟墓以回忆之名于大地建造而起，也以逝去的记忆为名继续留在世间……<br> | |||
如同她于Arcaea内所见证的一样，失去记忆有时比死亡本身更让人难以接受，也令人倍感伤痛。<br><br> | |||
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她静悄悄地停止了前行，缓步走入一片看上去曾是座中心广场的城镇地带。<br> | |||
在这里，不可胜数的玻璃碎片正漂泊于半空之中。这一场景就好像……<br> | |||
可以说，这里对她而言就是一座花园——<br> | |||
当然，这儿的“植物”都并非土生土长，而全是外来物种。<br><br> | |||
她对这里的所有碎片都视同一律。这些Arcaea所包含的回忆，便是她心中认定的「家」。<br> | |||
在这里苏醒过来的时候，她其实并未享受到这群碎片的陪伴：它们都是直到后来才流浪至她的视界之中。 | |||
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“……哼嗯。”<br> | |||
她用鼻子轻轻吐气，心不在焉地盘点这些碎片的数量。<br> | |||
它们通常都不会自主离开，却时常不小心飘到别处去……<br><br> | |||
而这一现象令她开始感到担忧。<br><br> | |||
……在这些犹如玻璃一般脆弱的Arcaea之中，究竟存在着什么意义?<br><br> | |||
从前活着的时候，她早已学会不将过多的疑问牵挂于心头。 | |||
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That memory is precious.<br><br>In fact, if it can be called "precious", more likely than not it has found its way to her at some point.<br>Memories of first pets, of one's survival and another's sacrifice, of first words, of inspiring speeches,<br>of important and private talks... Sometimes, when she is strolling or riding by, these significant<br>memories will just begin following her.<br><br>She doesn't mind. She likes that memories so special were kept safe in this curious place. That is a<br>good thing, but there is something better.<br><br>The world of Arcaea serves as an archive to memories of any sort. A memory of a toothache, a<br>memory of a good meal, a memory of a horse ride, a memory of spilled milk. Whatever it is, if it was<br>remembered, then it is here. | |||
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And it is really every one of those memories, along with those standouts among them, that shape<br>a man or woman, she thinks. Not only that, but they serve as the only real evidence that a person<br>ever was alive.<br><br>Monuments and graves are erected in the name of memory, and as for the loss of memory... as she<br>has seen within the Arcaea, that is something at times more tragic and difficult to accept than death.<br><br>"..."<br><br>She quietly comes to a stop, stepping down onto what looks to have once been a town square.<br>Here, innumerable pieces of glass drift through the air. It's something like... well, the appropriate<br>term for her might be a garden, though one with every "plant" brought in instead of grown natively.<br><br>She tends to them all the same. These are the memories she has found in what she considers to be<br>her "home" part of Arcaea. These specific shards are those which were not there when she first<br>awakened. They'd drifted in. | |||
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"...Hmph," she sniffs, absently taking stock of the pieces.<br>They don't usually leave, but sometimes they wander off...<br><br>And that worries her.<br><br>...Is there meaning in the Arcaea being in the form of something as fragile as glass?<br><br>...Back in life, she learned not to ask many questions.}} | |||
===5-5=== | |||
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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,<br>was that little fact, 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...<br>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,<br>she was 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<br>the same time the drudgery leaves it all as just numbers. Higher numbers, lower numbers. It isn't<br>like you stop caring; it's more as if, if anything, caring so much sharpens you into someone who<br>seems cold."<br><br>"But it's alright," he assured her, smiling weakly at the Stream. "Thinking too much about it will<br>probably tear you up inside. When you went to the Glen, what was the reason you gave for wanting<br>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.<br>"Just 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<br>comes with sad revelation. A new piece of her memory has shown itself to her, but it is crucially<br>broken, and without answers to the questions it has forced into her mind, her heart is killed.<br>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<br>her nose, the underside of her fist against her skull. She won't cry. She can't let herself do something<br>like that. To cry here, at this, would open her to too many facets of reality she has chosen not to face.<br>She sits on the ground, 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.<br>She tries not to dwell. She doesn't want to dwell. But, while calming herself, the thought can't help<br>but occur to her: that, if this is death...<br><br>...she would much rather have oblivion.}} | |||
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解锁条件：完成[[#5-5|5-5]],购入[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[忘却]]通过[[Lethaeus]] | |||
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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<br>days.<br><br>The key element of that memory—the idea that one was better off not asking many questions—<br>is something 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<br>to forget. Indeed, she refused to forget—but having forgotten so much else… she'd realized she<br>was a broken half-shell 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,<br>which will turn to habit, which will turn to nature. Perhaps tedium can rescue her from the cavern<br>always lurking just under the surface: the tar pit of miserable feelings endlessly calling to her.<br>Better oblivion, she thinks 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<br>is 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<br>wounded jade beetle. After a moment of contemplation, the girl scoops up the small thing in both<br>of her hands and 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<br>old stories that anyone could forget. Past expiration of mind, body, monument, or land: however it<br>works, 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<br>woke up. 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<br>she gave, as to why she sought to be a tender of souls, but whatever it was... something tells her<br>that the broken her of 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<br>will not be. "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.}} | |||
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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]] | |||
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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。}} | |||
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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<br>that fill the air, projecting colorful memory into lands of ruin and white. Now there are pillars of<br>amethyst, 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<br>suitcase which rests beside her. She drags her finger down the leather of its top. There are no other<br>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.}} | |||
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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]] | |||
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所以，这里究竟是哪里？什么才是“真实”？<br><br>的确，她曾经遍行于无数世界之间。<br><br>她现在也依然如此。对她来说，这是与生俱来的习惯，犹如进食和饮水一般。<br>但在她发现最后踏足的这片境界之后，上述两点好像就没那么必要了。<br>在以前，在来到Arcaea之前，她见识过无数的地方，各种奇形怪状的植物和形形色色的人物。<br>人可以想象出的一切，包括幻想生物和魔法，也都只是她目睹并记录过的东西。<br>对于一个……“超次元”百科全书？<br>不管是什么（似乎已经被遗忘了），这份工作的特性让她一直都保持着新鲜感和安定感，然而…… | |||
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这个世界实在是过于特殊。<br>其它世界的记忆纷至沓来，且不仅以影像的形式呈现。<br>她可以听见那些地方的声音……闻到异域的气息……品尝那些记忆的甘苦，甚至从它们身上获得真实的触感。<br>那么问题随之出现：什么是真实？在Arcaea这样的世界，她认为这是一个至关重要的问题。<br><br>如果……这种全方位的体验只能持续有限的时间，那么它究竟是虚幻还是真实？<br>尽管她曾周游四方，但记忆中却并无这样的世界。它的存在目的究竟为何？ | |||
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于是毫无征兆亦无缘由地，她询问自己的同伴：<br>“那么……真相是什么，坦尼尔？我们怎样才能判断这里是否真实？”<br><br>“这里是真实的”，他一边从杯中洒出茶水，一边说道。<br>“因为你所有的感官都‘认为’这里是真实的。为什么要担心这是某种诡计或者幻象呢？<br>为什么你要质疑自己亲手触摸到的东西呢，爱丽丝？这就足够了。”<br><br>“好吧”，她结束了自己的发言。在他这样的状态下，说什么都没有意义的。<br><br>“不说话了么，那就看这里”，他指着地面说道。<br>两人步入了一个篝火的记忆中，坦尼尔的茶水浇灭了火焰。<br>“这究竟是个什么原理？”他疑惑道。<br><br>“你问我？”爱丽丝觉得莫名其妙。<br><br>“我毁了他们的派对……”她的同伴低语道。<br><br>“记忆很快就会淡去，没什么值得你自责的，坦尼尔。” | |||
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“我们看到的都是真实的，爱丽丝。就算你没看到某个东西，难道它就不复存在了吗？<br>当然不会。不过，那个篝火确实被我弄得不复存在了。”<br><br>“你以后不要乱洒茶水了。”<br><br>“我会留下一封道歉信。”<br><br>“给谁看呢！这里一个人都没有！”<br><br>坦尼尔挤眉弄眼地笑着，又嗖地一下掏出便签和笔。她一边低声抱怨着，一边在他书写时努力压制着笑意。<br><br>在这个片刻，她想起了自己为何从不质疑同伴。不过，最近她很少这样了。“最近”，她想着……<br><br>在开始的时候……有什么不一样吗？<br><br>她只思考了一小会儿，路上的新景色就分散了她的注意力。她忘却了这个问题。<br><br>于是时光继续流逝。}} | |||
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So, what is this place? And what is "real"?<br><br>This is true: she once walked between worlds.<br><br>She still does. For her, this is an aspect of life as normal as eating or drinking, not that she has had<br>need of either since finding this latest realm. In the past, before Arcaea, it was countless how many<br>new places she'd seen, how many strange plants and people she had found.<br><br>Fantastic creatures, magic too, everything one could ever imagine: she has seen it, and recorded it.<br>For... an "inter-dimensional" encyclopedia? Whatever it was (it seems to have been lost).<br>The nature of the work keeps her profession fresh, certainly, but... | |||
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This world really is terribly unique. The memories of further worlds dance into this one, and not as<br>mere images, either. You can hear the other places... smell the foreign nature... taste from these<br>memories, and touch them as if they're real. Therefore it begs the question: what is real?<br>In a world such as Arcaea, she feels that is a very important question to ask.<br><br>If... it can be experienced fully, but only for a limited time, is it an illusion or is it valid?<br>Well-traveled though she is, nothing in her memory tells of a world like this.<br>What is the purpose of it? | |||
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So she asks her companion: without flare, without context. "So... what is reality, Tenniel? How can<br>we know that here is real?"<br><br>"It's real," he says, as he casts tea from his cup, "because every sense of yours 'knows' that it's real.<br>Why do you wonder about artifice or illusion? Why do you question even what you can touch with<br>your own hands, Alice? That should be enough."<br><br>"Fine," she replies with finality. It is worthless when he gets like this.<br><br>"If that is over with, look there," he says, and he points to the ground. They had wandered into<br>memory of a campfire, and Tenniel's tea had doused the flame.<br>"How the devil does that work?" he asked.<br><br>"You're asking me?" replies Alice, incredulous.<br><br>"I've ruined their party..." mutters her companion.<br><br>"The memory will fade soon, so there's nothing to be glum over, Tenniel." | |||
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"What we see is real, Alice. And when you stop looking at something, does it cease to be? Of course it<br>doesn't. That fire has ceased by my hand, though."<br><br>"You need to stop spilling tea everywhere."<br><br>"I will leave an apology."<br><br>"No one will see it! No one is here!"<br><br>Tenniel smirks while whipping out a pad and pen.<br>She groans, and tries not to smile herself as he writes. | |||
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It's a moment that reminds her why she never questions his company. But, it's a moment rare of late.<br>"Of late", she thinks...<br><br>In the beginning... was it different?<br><br>She ponders for a little while, but new scenery distracts her as they walk. She forgets to wonder.<br><br>And the day goes on.}} | |||
===7-3=== | |||
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[[Alice à la mode]] | |||
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他从来不会真的“撒谎”。<br><br>他对自己所知的事物如数家珍，就好像呼吸一样理所当然——虽然他根本就无需呼吸。<br><br>或者说，就好像进食和饮水一样理所当然，虽然他也无需进食和饮水。<br><br>不过理所当然地，他还是会陪伴并保护她……<br><br>……真实会给人以纯粹且几乎无可动摇的舒适。 | |||
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所见所感即真实。看到和感知到的是真实存在的，这意味着真相。<br>真相带来安心感。如果没有了它，只剩下未知，恐惧就会席卷而来。<br>或者，来的也许是更糟糕的东西：不应得知的真相，令人受伤的真相。<br><br>人会发现自己无法做到想做到的事情，遇到不可避免的结局。<br>那样的真相只会让人深陷痛苦。<br><br>不过，他不会撒谎。 | |||
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没错，“他”一直都照看着她。<br><br>的确，“他”总是会予以她自由，引领她前往新奇、有趣……不同的地方。<br><br>这是真的，事实如此。<br><br>他只想看到她的笑容。<br><br>但他并非无心无念，他知道她所寻求的不止如此：那是无法看见的东西。<br><br>“……你偷偷摘的？”他问道。她将一朵花展现给他，那来自之前离开的花园记忆。<br>“你知道的，我喜欢它的颜色……淡色……”她不再隐藏，盯着花的眼神中充满着喜爱。<br>“它就像我们在其它世界里看到的天空”，她肯定地说道。“它叫什么名字？”<br><br>他知道答案。 | |||
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“我不知道”，他答道。“它终究会消失，就像所有东西那样。你没必要带着它，爱丽丝。”<br><br>“……也许吧，但我喜欢”，爱丽丝把这件他早已知晓的事情又告诉了他。“我觉得它不会消失。”<br><br>他凝视的目光飘向了别处。没有征兆和理由地，他倒掉了茶。他也清楚地知道：<br><br>她说的没错，花不会消失，而这正是他最为担心的。 | |||
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他又告诉她：“你高兴就好……爱丽丝。”<br><br>她也玩笑般地回应：“那当然！”，一边将花枝插在了耳边。<br>她态度高傲地宣称道：“你无法左右我的意志！”<br><br>坦尼尔轻叩着自己的胸口，目光中并无焦点。<br><br>何等不幸……<br><br>她的这句话也完全没错。}} | |||
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Never does he really "lie".<br><br>He knows what he knows, just as well as one knows to draw breath—though he doesn't need to<br>breathe.<br><br>Or that one knows to feed, though he needs no food; to drink, though he needs no water.<br><br>Or, to remain at her side and shelter her, though...<br><br>...There is a raw and almost perfectly unshakable comfort in reality. | |||
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What exists is what you see and sense. Knowing that what you see and sense is real means that is<br>the truth. Having truth puts the mind at ease. Without it, with unknowns, you open yourself to fear.<br>Or to, perhaps, what is worse: truths you do not need to hear.<br><br>Truths that will damage you. To know you aren't capable of everything you wish to be capable of.<br>To know that there is an end, that it is inevitable. That truth, and truths like it, can make a person<br>truly suffer.<br><br>But, he does not lie. | |||
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It's true that "he" has always watched over her.<br><br>It's true that "he" has always given her freedom, and guided her into places that were exciting, new...<br>different.<br><br>That was real. That is.<br><br>He wants nothing more than her smile.<br><br>But with heaviness inside where a heart should be, he knows that she is seeking something more:<br>beyond what can be seen.<br><br>"...You hid that?" he asks, as she presents him a flower from the garden-memory they had left.<br><br>"You know, I love its color... pale..." she reveals, gazing upon it fondly. "It's like the skies we see in<br>other worlds," she asserts. "What's its name?"<br><br>He knows. | |||
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"I don't know," he says. "It will vanish, surely, as everything does. There is no need to keep it, Alice."<br><br>"...Perhaps no need, but I like it," Alice tells him, and he already knew this. "I think that it won't<br>disappear."<br><br>His gaze drifts away. With no rhyme or reason, he dumps his tea. He also knows this very well:<br><br>She is right: it won't. And that concerns him most of all. | |||
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He tells her, "Do as you like... Alice."<br><br>And she playfully fires back, "I will!" as she slips the flower behind her ear. With pompousness, she<br>declares: "You can't decide how I live!"<br><br>Tenniel taps his chest and gazes at nothing.<br><br>How unfortunate...<br><br>She is entirely right about that as well.}} | |||
===7-4=== | |||
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[[Alice's Suitcase]] | |||
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这个世界不断地发生着神奇的变化和融合，让她为之着迷。<br>然而坦尼尔看起来并不怎么为之所动。<br><br>因此，爱丽丝直接了当地询问了他：“你真的就毫无激情吗，坦尼尔？”<br>两人刚刚离开一个记忆场景，那些飞翔的机器就洒下骇人的烈焰，他们的背后只留下灼烧的悲叹。<br><br>面对询问，他没心没肺地笑道：“我从未感到痛苦，从不。”<br><br>面对回答，她只是淡漠地望着他。<br><br>他那锁紧的胸膛里肯定藏着什么。<br>带着这种想法，她试图在他看到令人愉悦的事物时，<br>找出他眼中的激情火花，亦或是片刻的窒息、欢喜的面容。 | |||
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有一天——如果在这个从无夜晚的世界里还有这种说法的话——他们遇见了一个旧画室的记忆。<br><br>在那里，她决定略施小计。趁着坦尼尔罕见的片刻失神，她藏到了远处，小心翼翼地躲在了一扇门的后面。<br>当他意识到自己失去了她的踪迹后，他来回张望，又小声呼唤道：<br>“爱丽丝……？嗯，你肯定就在附近。没关系，没关系……”<br><br>她从藏身处看着他走过落满灰尘的桌椅……最后停在一个摆放着画布的画架旁。<br>他查看了四周，找到了一根炭笔，然后就坐在了空白的画布前。随即，他开始了绘画。<br>“戏耍”他的那种微妙愉悦感开始消退，她换上了平稳的心态来观察对方。<br><br>没错……<br><br>当她当初苏醒在这个世界的时候……<br><br>坦尼尔经常互换两人的帽子。他会和她打趣，也总是会询问她想要做什么。<br>他还会频繁地引经据典，例如诗歌、散文之类。<br>当她因苏醒在一个牢笼世界中而迷失无措时，他曾引导过她。<br>以前的他略显憨傻，却令人欣喜。 | |||
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只是……很快……他就不再是那样了。<br><br>她所认识的坦尼尔如今戴上了一张面具。这几乎成为了他的新面孔，因此她也差点忘记了……<br><br>他以前是喜欢艺术的，应该没记错吧？每当两人找到有关画廊的记忆，他就会开始指点江山……<br><br>现在他正摹绘着周围的景象，并在画布面前加了一个茶杯。<br>茶杯位于画布前面的地板上，而不是凳子上。<br>这是他个人的创新，并不是实际场景的样子。<br><br>她在门后评论道：“画的真棒，坦尼尔。”<br><br>他慢慢停手，终于将炭笔放回了原处，又隔着自己的肩头回瞥了一眼。<br><br>“只是模仿而已”，他说道。 | |||
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“但那是你想象出来的”，她指着画作道。“那个茶杯。”<br><br>“……那是想象出来的，没错”，他承认道。“……但我觉得你的想象力大概会比我更好吧，爱丽丝。”<br><br>他又露出了微笑。<br><br>于是她回应道：“别管那种事情，哥哥。你的画技令人惊艳，将它和我无暇的思维相比——”<br><br>两人的气息为之一滞，对望了一眼后，他们意识到了她刚才所说的究竟是什么。}} | |||
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The world shifts and blends fantastically, fascinating her always. Tenniel, however, never seems<br>very thrilled by it.<br><br>Therefore, as they leave the scene of a horrific fire spurred by flying machines, the last burning<br>wisps of tragic memory trailing behind them, Alice confronts him with a question:<br>"Have you no passion at all, Tenniel?"<br><br>To this, he smirks and says, "I never suffer, no."<br><br>To this, she looks at him dully.<br><br>He must have something in that tied up chest of his. With that in mind, she tries to catch any<br>sparkle in his eye, any breath cut short, any sort of pleased look—as he looks upon pleasant things. | |||
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One day—if time can be so divided in a world where night never comes—they come across the<br>memory of an old workshop.<br><br>There, she decides to hatch a little plan. In a rare moment of Tenniel's distraction, she hides away<br>from him, carefully, behind a door. When he realizes he's lost her, he glances back, forth, and there<br>mutters, "Alice...? Well, you must be nearby. Never mind it, never mind it..."<br><br>From her hiding place she watches him step past dusty tables and stools... until he reaches an easel,<br>upon which is a canvas. He checks the surroundings, finds a piece of charcoal, and sits at the stool<br>before the blank sheet. And, he sketches. The ticklish joy from "teasing" him begins to fade, and she<br>instead observes him steadily.<br><br>That's right...<br><br>When she first woke up in this world...<br><br>Tenniel would often change their hats. He would tease her and be sure to always ask what she<br>wanted to do. He also recited things—poetry, prose—very often. He oriented her, when she was so<br>disoriented by waking in a caged world. He was sillier, delightful. | |||
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But... rather quickly... he stopped all of that.<br><br>The Tenniel she knew now wore a mask. It had almost become his new face, and so she'd forgotten...<br><br>He did like art, didn't he? He used to remark on it whenever they found memories of galleries...<br><br>Now he sketches his surroundings, adding to them a teacup sitting on the floor before the canvas<br>instead of a stool. An invention of his own, not a part of the scene.<br><br>She remarks from behind the door, "That's very nice, Tenniel."<br><br>He slows to nothing, and rests the charcoal back where he found it. He glances over his shoulder.<br><br>"It's only an imitation," he says. | |||
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"But you imagined that," she says, pointing toward the sketch, "the cup."<br><br>"...It is imagined, yes," he admits. "...But I believe you likely have a better imagination than me, Alice."<br><br>He smiles, again.<br><br>And she replies, "Don't let it bother you, Brother. Your technique is impressive, and comparing it to<br>my flawless mind is—"<br><br>And they stop, and meet one another's eyes, as they both realize what it is that she just said.}} | |||
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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[[Jump]] | |||
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“……将它和你无暇的思维相比，然后呢？”他问道。<br><br>“……坦尼尔……”她念着他的名字。<br><br>“我的名字可不是动词。你刚才的对比具体是要表达什么呢？”他打趣道。<br><br>然而爱丽丝才不管这些。“坦尼尔！”<br>她大喊着，气势汹汹地冲进了房间。“你知道我刚才那样称呼你的原因，对吧！？”<br><br>“那是我的名字”，他回答道。<br><br>“哥哥？”她疑惑地做出反应。<br><br>“坦尼尔”，他微笑着坚称道。 | |||
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“不是那个！！”她吼叫着，又是挥拳又是跺脚。“我们是……亲人！？”<br><br>“我喜欢——”坦尼尔坐在凳子上转过身。他看起来很满意的样子，却显得令人讨厌。<br>但在他开口表述想法之前，他又重新陷入了思考。他闭口不言，一边目光漂移，一边露出一副怪异的苦脸。<br><br>“你现在又不说话了？”她的言语毫不留情。<br>“我就知道，我没想错……！我都注意到了……你是最近才变成这样子的。”<br><br>“变帅了？”他试图转移话题。“不，我一直都这么——”<br><br>“坦尼尔，我现在的态度非常严肃。”爱丽丝以冷漠的口吻打断了他。<br><br>“我想要结束这场对话”，坦尼尔说道。“我的态度非常严肃。” | |||
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“因为你在担心这件事？神神秘秘的，到底是为什么？”<br>爱丽丝的气势并未松懈。她向屋子里又迈了几步，气愤地朝他说道：<br>“哥哥，我是这么称呼你的，而且态度相当真诚。这意味着什么？<br>你并非毫无意识，并非一无所知，坦尼尔。你在这方面表现得相当明显。<br>现在，我要求你，必须把真相告诉我！”<br><br>“我不会说的”，他低吼着。<br><br>“坦尼尔！”<br><br>“别说这件事了！”<br><br>“我已经成年了。我可以面对痛苦的真相！”<br><br>“这没有那么简单！”<br><br>“你又不是我父亲！”<br><br>“或许他真的当过你父亲呢！” | |||
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怒目的爱丽丝踏出的一只脚停在原地，愣愣地注视着已经起身的坦尼尔。<br>她的脑中高速处理着来自对方的信息，却只是问出了一句话：“……什么？”<br><br>“啊……哦……天啊，我竟然说出来了”，坦尼尔的自言自语几乎微不可闻。<br>他的眼中光芒闪过，然后他底下了头，让帽檐遮挡自己的眼神。<br>“不，爱丽丝……我不是你的哥哥。但我记得他。”<br><br>“……继续”，爱丽丝的语气透露出坚定。<br><br>她的同伴从背心中掏出了一块闪光的碎片：那是Arcaea的一部分。<br><br>“一段记忆？”她疑惑道。然后坦尼尔便答道：<br><br>“你的。”<br><br>爱丽丝沉默了。她看着指间的碎片，良久未言。 | |||
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“我并不了解这个世界”，他说道。“但我知道这些记忆是因为你而投影进了这个地方。<br>我可没引发过这种事情。我认为……根据我出生时拥有的记忆……呃，虽然它……<br>在你最初苏醒之处的四周散落成了无数碎片，但我清楚地记得‘他’。<br>我‘感觉’自己就是他，不过我的脑袋……显然有些不对劲。”<br><br>他笑了笑，又继续说道：“我只知道，我不希望你去了解这一切，仅此而已。”<br><br>“……我没事的，坦尼尔”，爱丽丝开口安慰着他。<br><br>一道光从他的脸上滴落到地上，像小水花那样散成碎片。他用颤抖的声音告诉她：“我觉得并非如此。” | |||
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不过，他还是把碎片递给了她。<br><br>她收下了。<br><br>透过玻璃般的碎片，她看到一个窗帘在窗前飘动。还有阳光。<br><br>她感到一只手抚在了帽子上。坦尼尔的袖口遮住了他此刻的表情。 | |||
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“如果你看到了那里”，他说道。“你肯定就会明白的。以及，爱丽丝……”<br><br>她握住碎片，然后回应道：“什么？”<br><br>“我当然只是个仿冒品，但你能否——”他顿了顿。“能否……”<br><br>“什么？”她催促着。<br><br>“……保重”，他说道。“注意安全，爱丽丝。”<br> <br>“这根本接不上……你是个仿冒品，你自己说了……‘一个仿冒品，但是’……？ | |||
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“……哼”，他发出了小声的不满，一边将手抽离她的帽子。<br>更准确地说，是将她的帽子摘下，换成了他自己的那顶。<br>他迅速地趁她望向自己之前转身，又说道：<br>“我是个仿冒品，但这一次还是听我一句话吧。我只是想说这句话而已。”<br>他撒谎了。<br><br>她并没有追根问底，而是望向碎片，激活了它。<br><br>不过，当五彩斑斓在开始环绕她时，她听到了年轻人在说——<br><br>“好吧，仿冒品的愿望从来就没人能够听见。”<br><br>但还没来得及问他这究竟是什么意思，她就来到了一个熟悉的地方。}} | |||
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"...'Comparing it to your flawless mind,' what?" he asks.<br><br>"...Tenniel..." she addresses him.<br><br>"My name is no verb. Where precisely is this comparison going?" he teases.<br><br>But, Alice insists. "Tenniel!" She shouts, stomping into the room. "You know why it is that I called<br>you that, don't you!?"<br><br>"It is my name," he replies.<br><br>"'Brother'?" she answers, baffled.<br><br>"Tenniel," he confirms with a smile. | |||
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"Not that!!" she yells, balling her fists and stomping again—now once in place. "Are we... family!?"<br><br>"I like t—" Tenniel begins, turning 'round on his stool. He looks self-satisfied, and obnoxious, but<br>before he can say what it is he's thinking, he thinks on it again. He holds his tongue, and grimaces<br>as he turns his eyes away.<br><br>"You're shutting up, then?" she accuses him. "I knew I was right...! I noticed it... Only lately you've<br>been like this."<br><br>"Handsome?" he tries. "No, that's always—"<br><br>"Tenniel, I am being quite serious," Alice tells him coldly, cutting him off.<br><br>"Quite seriously," says Tenniel, "I would like to end this conversation." | |||
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"Because it worries you? Mysteriously? Why?" Alice persists. She steps further into the room, angrily<br>telling him, "'Brother', I called you, and I said it quite sincerely. What could that be for? You're not<br>unaware, Tenniel. Not unknowing. You're very obvious in that regard. Now, I insist! I insist that you<br>tell me!"<br><br>"I would rather not," he growls.<br><br>"Tenniel!"<br><br>"Just leave it alone!"<br><br>"I'm a grown woman. I can handle unpleasant words or truths!"<br><br>"It isn't that simple!"<br><br>"You aren't my parent!"<br><br>"He may as well have been!" | |||
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With a foot forward, the glowering Alice stops, her eyes set on Tenniel who is standing now.<br>She processes what he told her, and asks, only, "...What?"<br><br>"Ah... oh... dear me, I said it," Tenniel speaks in a near whisper. His eyes shine a moment, and he<br>bends his head so the brim of his cap might hide them. "No, Alice... I am not your brother. But I<br>remember him."<br><br>"...Go on," Alice bids, resolute.<br><br>And her companion fishes from his vest: a shining shard. A piece of Arcaea.<br><br>"A memory?" she asks. And Tenniel replies:<br><br>"Yours."<br><br>Alice is silent. She looks at the shard between his fingertips and waits. | |||
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"I don't understand this world," he says, "but I know that memories project into this place because<br>of you. None do the same for me. I believe... given what recollection I was born with... Well, though<br>it was rather... scattered, from the myriad of shards around you where you were first sleeping, I<br>strongly remembered 'him'. I 'felt' as him, though my head is... certainly a bit strange."<br><br>He smiles before going on to say, "What I knew made me wish for nothing but your ignorance."<br><br>"...I will be fine, Tenniel," Alice speaks to assure him.<br><br>A light falls from his face to the floor, scattering in a minuscule splash. He tells her, with a fluttering<br>voice, "I might say that you aren't." | |||
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Nonetheless, he extends the shard to her.<br><br>She takes it.<br><br>In the glass, she sees a curtain waving before a window. Daylight.<br><br>She feels a hand falling down on her hat. Tenniel's sleeve obscures his face. | |||
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"If you look there," he says, "I know you will understand. Also, Alice..."<br><br>She grips the shard before answering, "Yes?"<br><br>"I am surely just an imitation, but would you—" he stops. "Would you..."<br><br>"Yes?" she prompts him.<br><br>"...Take care," he says, "and stay safe, Alice?"<br><br>"That doesn't follow... You're an imitation, you said... 'An imitation, but'...?" | |||
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"...Hmph," he makes a light and dismissive sound as he takes his hand from her hat. Or rather, he<br>takes her hat from her head, and replaces it with his own. Turning before she can glare at him, he<br>tells her, "I'm an imitation, but listen to me just this once. That's what I was going to say and<br>nothing else," he lies.<br><br>She does not push, and instead looks into the glass, activating it.<br><br>But, as color swirls around her she hears the young man say—<br><br>"Right, an imitation can't ever have their wishes heard."<br><br>But before she can ask him what he means, she enters a familiar place.}} | |||
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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[[Felis]] | |||
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她发现自己身处一个平淡无奇，甚至有些灰暗的地方。<br>这是一间医院的房间，有着白色的墙壁和天花板。<br>准确地说，这是一间病房——一个安静的房间，窗外是几只扑扇着翅膀的帝王蝶。<br>而令她惊讶的是，她在片刻之间就认出了这里，她从未意识到的遗失记忆涌入了自己的脑海。<br><br>这里的外面有一座公园。<br>这里的护士们友善而耐心。<br>这里的天气似乎总是晴朗。<br>她几乎一直都住在这里。<br><br>她感到了晕眩，试图将信息都整理一遍，但还未来得及开始，就听到了身后的脚步声。<br>她转过身，看到门边有一个人，他手持一朵绣球花，敞开穿着一件轻薄的带兜帽运动衫，看起来颇有现代感。<br>他在里面穿的是一件T恤，下面是一件宽松的裤子，以及简约而舒适的鞋子。<br>他的表情透露着单纯和安心——她认识这张脸。这个人看来就像是坦尼尔。不过，“他”的名字…… | |||
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“……塞德里克。”<br><br>靠窗的病床上传来了一声虚弱的呼唤。<br><br>年轻人路过她，礼貌地点了点头，然后就走向等待着的那位病人。<br>不用去看那金发娇躯，也不用看那般面庞就知道，那就是她自己。<br>这里是她的回忆，她的名字是爱丽丝。<br><br>塞德里克将鲜花放进了花瓶里。她的原身旁边已经积累了整整一束花。<br>他拉来一张椅子就坐在了她的身旁。他手中并无茶杯，也并无言语。<br><br>“塞德里克……”女孩无力地重复道，一边从床上坐了起来。“我以为你今天要去工作室。”<br><br>“不，不去那里了。我现在自主安排工作时间，爱丽丝”，坦——塞德里克说道。他们的声音听起来很像。 | |||
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“怎么会？你没事吧？”<br>两个人都看向她，然后微笑着。<br>她未加思索就脱口而出。嗯，因为理所当然，她也做不到多加思索。<br>这是一个新的真相世界，即将开始运转。<br>看起来，作为身处记忆片隅的观察者，她只是自发地重复了当初说过的话。<br><br>“你还在写作吗？”塞德里克问道。<br><br>“你还在画画吗？”病弱的女孩问道，嬉笑中又带着些许戏弄。<br><br>“‘我还在画画吗’”，他复读了一遍，他盯着天花板，眼神闪动。<br><br>“你来这儿了！”她笑着回应道。“说真的，我还以为你很忙呢！” | |||
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“我画完了三页”，他面带微笑，自豪地答道。<br><br>“很好！”<br><br>“你呢，一个字都没动吗？”<br><br>“我写了！我写了好多！”<br> <br>“那就让我瞧瞧。我这儿也有一本书……”<br><br>“好啊！”<br><br>女孩把手伸向病床旁边的橱柜。<br>她都把笔记本和餐具放在里面，除此之外，还有一个她不怎么爱使用的平板计算机。<br>年轻人从袋子里拿出一本书。是啊……这本书其实哪里也没有去过，对吧？<br>那都只是编出来的故事……听到的传言……以及美梦。<br><br>两个人开始分享、欢笑、打趣。 | |||
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这四天就这样过去了。<br><br>在四天后，一切都结束了。他们本来以为，就算无法永远活下去，但她至少还有三百六十五天的时间。<br>她并没能在临终时见到他。她在一个清晨感到痛苦，并就此消逝。然后，没有然后了。<br>她只记得有一群人高声喊着她的名字，仅此而已。<br><br>坦尼尔知道这一切。<br><br>这段回忆很漫长。她能感觉到。它涵盖了临终的这段时光，但她并不想看这些。<br><br>虽然她很坚强，但面对这些时还是感到了恐惧。这段回忆中没有任何可以改变的地方。<br>她的健康总是会崩坏，两个人总是独处，而他总是来不及赶赴结局。<br>美梦和故事……只靠许愿是无法变成现实的。<br><br>她在两人欢笑时离开了这段记忆。她不记得这是不是两人最后相处时的样子了。<br>她不想知道。 | |||
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你会死。你已经死了。<br><br>爱丽丝站在画室的回忆中，记起了这件事。<br><br>“坦——”她开始寻找。<br><br>但坦尼尔已经不在了。<br><br>随即，回忆开始淡去。她能猜到这点……就像他说的，他只是仿冒品，当真相被揭晓时，他就大限已至。 | |||
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爱丽丝站在Arcaea的虚空中，用无神的双眼望向前方。<br>万物同时向她发起尖啸。<br><br>这个“位面”是虚假的，这幅“身躯”是空壳，这段“回忆”是捏造的。<br>她的“人生”不是自己的，直至结束也没有什么波澜曲折，更没有陪在身边的哥哥。<br><br>你是孤独的，爱丽丝。<br><br>你孤独至死。 | |||
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回过神来时，爱丽丝发现自己跪在地上，带着手套的手指插在土壤中。<br><br>她感到寒冷。她想要哭嚎，但眼泪却不见踪影。<br><br>她感受着……<br><br>她感受到了。<br><br>“这里是真实的。<br><br>因为你所有的感官都‘认为’这里是真实的。”<br><br>她的脑海中浮现出坦尼尔的话语。 | |||
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她看着自己的手，她看见了。<br><br>她将手套拉紧，她感觉到了。<br><br>她将花朵从发丝间摘下，她听到了，闻到了。她对着花瓣张开了嘴。<br><br>什么才是真实？是我看到的吗？是我尝到的吗？是我摸到的吗？<br><br>如果是那样……<br><br>“爱丽丝”死了，但爱丽丝活着。<br><br>如果坦尼尔只是一段回忆，那么他肯定还存在着。<br><br>以真实而言，她只是个四处游荡的灵魂。<br><br>她一路来到了这里，不是吗？如果不去管所谓的“真相”的话。<br><br>如果是这样……那便还有出路。 | |||
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她一定会找出办法。<br><br>那条来路：通往她一生中最重视她的人。<br><br>至于另一个家伙……<br><br>如果她没法在旅途中再次找到他，他也知道对方的一部分会永远陪伴在自己身旁，留在自己心里。<br>也许她也会开始只泡茶而不喝茶。<br>这份思绪……让她重新露出了笑容，发出了笑声。<br><br>爱丽丝当场下定了决心，她站了起来，手指紧抓着“真相”的碎片：<br>她总是向前看，朝着崭新路途的地平线迈进……<br><br>……她永远也不会忘记是什么带领着她前行。}} | |||
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She finds herself in something unremarkable, and even a little dull. It is a hospital room with white<br>walls and ceiling. To be precise: a patient's room—a quiet room, with monarch butterflies fluttering<br>outside the open window. And, to her surprise, in the moment she recognizes the place, memories<br>she hadn't realized she'd lost rush into her skull.<br><br>That there was a park outside.<br>That the nurses were friendly and kind.<br>That the weather always seemed perfect.<br>That she nearly always lived here.<br><br>She feels overwhelmed, trying to sort it all, but before she can even begin she hears footsteps<br>behind and turns. There is a person there, at the door, with a hydrangea in hand, presently<br>dressed in a thin and open, hooded sweatshirt. He wears a T-shirt beneath that, looser slacks over<br>his legs, simple and comfortable shoes... and his face. She knows his face. This man is a man who<br>looks like Tenniel. "His" name, however, is... | |||
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"...Cedric."<br><br>From the bed by the window, a weak voice calls out.<br><br>The young man passes her by, politely nodding as he goes, and he moves to the waking patient.<br>She doesn't have to see the golden hair, the thin frame, nor the kind face to know: of course, it is her.<br>This is her memory. Her name is Alice.<br><br>Cedric puts the flower he bought in a vase. A true bouquet of them sits beside her original self.<br>He pulls over a chair and sits down beside her. He has no tea in his hands, nor does he ask for any.<br><br>"Cedric..." the girl repeats, groggily, as she sits up in bed. "I thought you were at the studio today."<br><br>"No, not there. And I work on my own time, Alice," says Tenn—... Cedric. It sounds like him. | |||
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"How are you? You're alright?"<br><br>They both look at her, and smile.<br><br>The words had just come out of her without thinking. Well, she could barely think, for what it was<br>worth. A new world of truth, here to process, and it seems that as an observer in a place of one<br>part of this memory she merely recited what was said at the time automatically.<br><br>"Have you been writing?" asks Cedric.<br><br>"Have you been drawing?" asks the sickly girl, grinning in light mockery.<br><br>"'Have I been drawing'," he echoes, looking to the ceiling and then rolling his eyes.<br><br>"You came here!" she fires back with a laugh. "I swear, I thought you were busy!" | |||
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"Three pages I finished," he answers with pride and a smile.<br><br>"Good!"<br><br>"And you've got no pages?"<br><br>"I've written! I've written plenty!"<br><br>"Then let's see it, then. I've this other book, too..."<br><br>"'Lright!"<br><br>The girl reaches to a cupboard beside the bed. She keeps her notebooks and utensils there,<br>as well as a tablet she could probably use more often. The young man fishes out a tome from his<br>bag. Right... it never had been traveling, had it?<br>It was always written stories... told tales... dreams.<br><br>They begin to share. Laughter, teasing. | |||
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Four days.<br><br>In four days, all of this ended. They both believed that, if not forever, she had at least three hundred<br>and sixty-five. She didn't get to see him in the end. In the early morning she felt a pain and faded.<br>Then, nothing. She remembered hearing them yelling to call. That was it.<br><br>Tenniel knew this.<br><br>The memory is long. She feels it. It encompasses these last days, but she doesn't want to see it.<br><br>Strong though she is, facing such a thing terrifies her. No part of it can change. Her health was<br>always failing, they were always alone, and he couldn't be there: the end. Dreams and stories...<br>can't become real by wishing.<br><br>She leaves the memory while they're smiling.<br>She doesn't remember if it was their last time together.<br>She doesn't want to know. | |||
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You will die. You have died.<br><br>Standing in the memory of the workshop, this is what Alice remembers.<br><br>"Tenn—" she starts, looking up.<br><br>But Tenniel is gone.<br><br>And there, the memory fades. She can guess... As he'd said, he was only an imitation, and with the<br>truth revealed, his time was up. | |||
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Alice stands in the void of Arcaea, staring forward with unseeing eyes.<br><br>And everything screams at her at once.<br><br>This "plane" is false. This "body": a shell. The "memories" were distorted.<br>Her "life" was not hers; her life ended with no arc, no culmination, no brother beside her.<br><br>You are alone, Alice.<br><br>And you died alone. | |||
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Alice eventually finds herself on her knees, her gloved fingers dug through the earth.<br><br>She feels very cold. She wants to cry, but tears wouldn't come.<br><br>She feels...<br><br>She feels.<br><br>"It's real,<br><br>"because every sense of you 'knows' that it's real."<br><br>Tenniel's words reflect in her head. | |||
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She looks at her hand, and she sees it.<br><br>She pulls her glove taut, and she feels it.<br><br>She takes the flower from her hair and hears it. Smells it. She opens her mouth over the petals.<br><br>What is reality? Is it what you see? What you taste? What you touch?<br><br>If that is so...<br><br>"Alice" is dead, and Alice is alive.<br><br>And if Tenniel was a memory, then he must remain as well.<br><br>In reality, she knows herself to be a wanderer of worlds.<br><br>She made it here, didn't she? Regardless of the "truth".<br><br>And if that is so... there is a way out. | |||
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She'll find it.<br><br>The way back: to the one who cared for her the most in life.<br><br>And for the other...<br><br>If she cannot find him again on her journey, she knows a fragment of him will be there with her,<br>remaining in her heart. Perhaps she'll start making and never drinking tea. The thought... makes her<br>smile and laugh once again.<br><br>Alice decides then and there, feet on the ground and holding the shard of "truth" between her<br>fingers: even if she may always look forward, to the horizon that marks a new way...<br><br>...she will never, ever, forget what brought her there. }} | |||
===9-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[Esoteric Order]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Paper Witch]] | |||
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场景不停转换。<br><br>每踏出一步，四周的景象就会随之改变。她的脚步改变了脚下的地面，也改造了空间。<br>她走近织锦边，却发现布料不曾完整缝合。玻璃静静地滑过她的身边，然后突然四散，像是受到了惊吓。<br>她周遭的世界已变得漆黑而不再洁白。繁星洒落在空中，脚下的路却是如此支离破碎……<br><br>Arcaea是一个由记忆编织而成的织锦。它也会在边角出现磨损，尽管那总是被忽略和遗忘。<br>站在那之前的少女，是第一个目睹此景之人。<br><br>现在，她确实，孤身一人。<br><br>“……似乎是这样。”她低语着，确认着。 | |||
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“如果有其他人抵达这里……”她沿着这条布满灰尘的曲折小径走着，<br>“她们不会跟我选择同一条路的。对吧？那条路在很久、<br>很久以前就已经破碎不堪了——而且通往前方的道路正不断变化着。”<br><br>这时她清楚地看到，在右边远一点的地方，有一种白色的“螺旋”向上升起，接着又向下降落，<br>最后粉碎成微粒。这些微粒渐渐向她飘去，在黑暗之中，她能看到它们正闪闪发光。<ref>此处的翻译并未保留原句内涵。飞舞而来的并非“粒”，而是“片”，即影射玻璃碎片。</ref><br><br>“又一个。”她评论道，“你没有什么要说的吗？”她问卡戎。<br><br>卫星无动于衷。于是她拍了拍那东西无用的脑袋，“说话。”她命令道。<br><br>然而只有环绕在它周围的三角形光环在无意义地旋转着。 | |||
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“果然。”她一面自言自语，一面抱着它的顶部，同时转过身看着眼前空旷的世界：<br>“我想要是接近……啊，我决定叫它‘最低世界（lowest world）’…<br>我想没准这样接近最低世界能慢慢为你注入记忆和今后生活的…目标？<br>……但你还是什么都不知道，卡戎。”<br><br>这个失败的实验品慢慢摆动尾巴，形成一个波浪状的“S”形。<br>耳朵像是若有所思地，无意识地抖动了几下。<br><br>拉格兰抬起她的手：“还是很可爱的嘛。”她发自内心地，开心地评价道。 | |||
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她在白色世界里用玻璃制作的卫星最终回到了仿佛是它最喜欢的位置——她的左肩头。<br>她则转身看向一条正在形成的新道路。<br><br>不同以往，这条道路比她以前看过的道路还要来得宽敞许多，甚至可说是一个区域了，<br>至少以目前来说是这样。 Arcaea开始在她的右侧聚集，对她充满疑虑：她的心里究竟有没有它们？<br>当她开始无视它们往前走时，它们判断她和她的心都不是为它们而来，于是便散开了。<br><br>记忆不是她来这里的原因，记忆的领域不过是一堆过去的记录。<br>在这之外，还有更多的东西需要学习，更多的东西需要探索。<br><br>这是织锦绽裂的边缘。当她继续沿着这条变幻莫测的路向远方探索，她希望能遇到这幅织锦的编织者，<br>并让他们的双手能再一次游走于这条挂毯之上。<br><br>所以她继续向前走，走进她选择的世界，走进黑色的世界，走进虚无。}} | |||
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The scene shifts.<br><br>With every step until now, the scene has shifted. Her steps shift the ground—shift space.<br>She nears the tapestry’s edges, only to find that the cloth had never been entirely sewn.<br>Glass glides past her quietly, and then moves suddenly, as if startled. The world around her<br>has become black, rather than white. In the air, stars hang. The way is fractured...<br><br>The tapestry of memories, Arcaea, has a fraying hem. These are the neglected and forgotten<br>threads. The girl standing before and within it all now is the first to have borne witness.<br><br>Now, truly, she is alone.<br><br>"...It seems," she whispers—a confirmation. | |||
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"If anyone else reaches here..." she goes on, stepping along this dusty and twisted path,<br>"they won’t follow the same path. Isn’t that right? The road broke apart too long ago—<br>and the way ahead keeps changing."<br><br>She observes exactly that happening at a distance to her right: a way of white spirals upward,<br>and then downward, until it shatters into mere particles. Those pieces then begin to float toward<br>her, and they glitter through the dark.<br><br>"Another," she notes. "Don’t you have anything to say?" she asks Charon.<br><br>The satellite makes no movements. She pats its useless head. "Speak," she commands.<br><br>The halo of triangles floating over its body spins worthlessly. | |||
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"Of course," she answers. Still holding its head, she turns and witnesses the empty world ahead.<br>"I guessed nearing the... ah, I’ve decided to call it the ‘lowest world’... I imagined that nearing it<br>like this might instill you with memory and further life. Purpose, maybe... But you still don’t know<br>anything, Charon."<br><br>The failed experiment’s tail moves in a slowly waving "S" shape. Its ears shift, thoughtfully.<br>Thoughtlessly.<br><br>And Lagrange lifts her hand. "That is cute, though," she admits, blithely. She means it, wholly. | |||
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The glass satellite that she crafted back where the world was still white is eventually returned to<br>its seemingly preferred place above her left shoulder, and she turns to face a new path forming<br>already.<br><br>Unusually, this path is much wider than others she’s seen thus far—an area, really, at least for now.<br>Arcaea begin to gather at her right, to guess at her. Is she, and her heart, for them? When she<br>moves on, ignoring them, they decide she is not and disperse.<br><br>Memories are not why she is here, and the land of memories is a matter of past record. Beyond the <br>ounds, there is more to be learned, and more to be discovered.<br><br>This is the frayed edge of the tapestry. As she continues along this capricious road, she hopes to<br>meet the tapestry’s weaver, and bring their hands to the cloth once more.<br><br>And so she continues on, into the world she’s chosen. Into the world of black: the Void.}} | |||
===9-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#9-1|9-1]],购入[[Esoteric Order]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Crystal Gravity]] | |||
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这里的一切都没有道理可循。<br><br>不论是这个虚无，还是Arcaea本身，都是这样。这个界外的空间在告诉她，是这样的。<br>但事实上，这个世界的方方面面都在诉说，从一开始就在告诉她，从她醒来开始。<br><br>首先，应该记住的是，Arcaea在她开始认识自己之前就已经为她所知<br>（并且应该记住：“认识自己”实际上从未发生过）。<br>那东西实际上是在坚持介绍它自己。就仿佛是在说：“欢迎。你现在在这里，而‘这里’就是：”<br><br>这是一座纯粹的图书馆，里面收藏着记忆、众多杂乱且不堪入目的遗迹、一个没有意义的名字，<br>以及一个没有名字的少女。就是她……就是那个孤单、茫然无措的少女。<br>她做的第一件事，就是去阅读图书馆的“藏书”。为此，她凝视着玻璃的深处。 | |||
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她找不到类似“主题”的东西，也找不到类似“联系”的东西。<br>一个正常的图书馆一定会有一个管理系统，方便分类或是整理藏书。<br>这是她从自己所看过的记忆之中得到的结论。<br><br>记忆，在Arcaea，是被刻意安排过的，无论是固定的还是流动的，<br>她在这个世界的“存在”也是一样，太多像机缘一样的“巧合”。<br>比如，她苏醒时就知道Arcaea是什么，却不知道自己为什么会在Arcaea。<br><br>“不会吧…”她突然开口，“想想我见过的世界，卡戎。”<br><br>卡戎的双眼转向她，然而冷漠的眼神里连一点关心都没有。<br>他们两个，主人与宠物，仍然身陷虚无。仍然不知目的地在何方。 | |||
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“想想这些组成了你的世界。”她轻轻抚摸着卫星的耳朵继续说，“有哪个世界像这里一样，<br>‘存在’得如此刻意？我从没见过像这样的地方，就连被创造的那个世界也跟这里完全不一样。<ref>英文原文并未出现“被创造的那个世界”或诸如此类的内容。此处应指代创造卡戎时所使用的“世界”（即碎片）。</ref><br>没有任何地方的记忆跟这里有相似之处……这个世界显然是有人刻意打造……<br>但是这里又是如此地缺乏目的和意义……”<br><br>她停顿了一下。<br><br>“你怎么看？”她问道。<br><br>卡戎的双眼看着前方蜿蜒而苍白的道路。<br><br>她决定不继续追问。<br><br>“我认为这里还不够成熟完整。”她说。她认为卡戎点了头。<br>两人继续在静默中前行，不过她仍在想着过去的回忆。 | |||
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然后，“过去”竟在她的面前出现了。<br><br>……也或许，这就是“现在”？<br><br>“怎么回事……？”<br><br>她感到非常困惑。<br><br>一朵云进入了她的视野。<br><br>一朵云，在那之前除了漂浮的道路什么都没有。<br><br>它在空间之中闪烁，看起来如梦似幻。<br>它的出现如此突然，在一转眼间就拥有了形体，她甚至没注意到……<br><br>透过它，她竟再次见到了满是废墟的世界、雪白的色彩，以及悬浮在空中的玻璃。<br>这是唯一一个她有记忆的世界。也是她毅然离开的世界……}} | |||
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There is no sense here.<br><br>Not only "here"—the Void—but here, Arcaea itself. And this out-of-bounds space is telling, yes, but<br>in truth all aspects of this world have been telling from the beginning, ever since she first woke up.<br><br>Firstly, it should be remembered that Arcaea made itself known to her before she could come<br>around to knowing herself (and it should be remembered: "knowing herself" has never actually<br>occurred). It was insistent, practically, to introduce itself. As if it had said, "Welcome. You’re here<br>now, and this is what ‘here’ is:"<br><br>An abstract library dedicated solely to memory, a series of ruins haphazard and unseemly, a name<br>without meaning, and a girl without a name: herself, alone and otherwise unaware. The first thing<br>to do was read what "books" the library provided, and so she’d looked into the glass. | |||
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She could find nothing resembling a "theme" between any of them—nothing like a "connection".<br>A proper library had a system in place to categorize, organize, and sort—that much she’d learned<br>from what memories she’d witnessed.<br><br>Memories in Arcaea, however, were arbitrary: in where they were placed, and in where they drifted<br>about. Her existence in this world, too, felt coincidental. It felt like happenstance. After all, she<br>knew what Arcaea was upon awakening, but not why she was there.<br><br>"Really," she says suddenly, "consider the worlds I’ve seen, Charon."<br><br>Charon’s eyes turn to her, and in them she sees not even a spark of consideration. The two of them,<br>master and pet, are still in the Void. They are still walking to nowhere. | |||
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"Consider the worlds you’re made of," she continues, touching the satellite’s ear lightly. "In any of<br>them, is ‘existence’ so clearly directed? I haven’t seen, nor are you made of, any memories of<br>anywhere similar to this... A world so evidently built with purpose, and yet also so obviously<br>purposeless..."<br><br>She pauses.<br><br>"What do you think of that?" she asks.<br><br>Charon’s eyes now face the winding and still-white path out ahead.<br><br>She lets him go.<br><br>"I think it’s half-baked," she says. She thinks Charon nods. They move along silently, while she<br>thinks still of the past. | |||
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And then, the past shows itself to her.<br><br>...Or is this the present?<br><br>"What...?"<br><br>She speaks, genuinely confused.<br><br>A cloud has entered her vision.<br><br>A cloud, where before there was nothing other than floating roads.<br><br>Shimmering in space is a surreal and sudden formation, which seems to have appeared without<br>her notice...<br><br>And through it, she can see it once again: the world of ruins, white, and floating glass.<br>It is the only world she remembers. That world she left behind...}} | |||
=== 9-3 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#9-2|9-2]],购入[[Esoteric Order]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Far Away Light]] | |||
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“它”，是“现在”。<br><br>如果是“记忆”的话，那这和她自苏醒以来所见过的所有记忆都不相同。<br>这里没有视角，也没有可以窥视的场景。<br><br>它只是单纯的，唯一的，古老而空洞的世界。<br><br>“……”<br><br>她沉默地凝视着。<br><br>“我怀疑这个地方在模仿我……”她说。<sup>1</sup><br><br>然后继续前进。 | |||
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想想第一个世界，那个世界决定向她展示自己。<br>确实是这样吗？她确定了，没错，那里绝对是在模仿她。<ref>“模仿”实为翻译错误，原意应为“嘲讽”。</ref><br><br>一路走来，这个白色世界展现了更多景象。<br>它们大多数空空如也，也有一些是有内容的——<br><br>意料之中，不算太有意思。通过测试，这些通往旧世界的窗户似乎有着不可逾越的窗格……<br><br>真的，如果她想要思考，或者花更多的时间在核心的Arcaea世界，她不是应该留在那里吗？<br><br>尽管如此，她还是沉浸在自己的思绪之中，回忆着过往生活的点滴。<br><br>她看过许多的记忆，也一度认为自己能透过记忆找到属于这个地方的真相。<br>事实证明，这样的记忆根本不存在。大部分时候，她能用寥寥数语概括描述她所见到的记忆：<br>朝生暮死——如同流水账般的日常。所有的循环都是这样结束然后消失。<br>她肯定自己学到了很多，但是对于自己苏醒的世界来说，这一切都无助于了解这个世界的真相。 | |||
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然而，当她决定动身探索空间的极限时，她想或许应该带上最初那个世界的一部分陪她一起，<br>准确地说，她想用那个世界里“最好的”东西，制造出点什么。<br><br>她瞥了卡戎一眼。映照旧世界影像的窗户在四周闪闪发亮，<br>但少女的眼的眼神依然定在自己的卫星身上。<br><br>这么说来……这一切都在她的一念之间？ | |||
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一个可能性在脑海中浮现。<br>没准这个由“记忆”组成的地方，这个“世界”和这里的人们，是被拿去制作其他新的东西了？<br><br>她把Arcaea的碎片聚拢到一起，希望它们能黏合在一起，于是经过努力，卡戎成形了。<br><br>“……”<br><br>但卡戎什么也不会说。什么也不会做。<br><br>可是，它又始终和她在一起，就像卫星永远会围绕它的母行星转动。<br><br>…所以她不需要旧世界。<br><br>每当她看见卡戎，她就会想起那个世界有多渺小，多不重要。}} | |||
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It’s the present.<br><br>If it’s a memory, it isn’t showing anything like the memories she’s seen since awakening.<br>There is no point of perspective: no view to usurp.<br><br>It is simply, only, the old and barren world.<br><br>"..."<br><br>She stares in silence.<br><br>"I wonder if this place is mocking me..." she says.<br><br>And then she moves on. | |||
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Thinking of the first world, that world decided to show itself to her. Is that how it is?<br>She determines that yes, it certainly seems to be mocking her.<br><br>Along the way, more of these views to the world of white open. Most empty, and a few with others<br>within them—<br><br>Expected, but uninteresting. Testing them, these windows to the old world seem to have impassible<br>panes anyway...<br><br>Really, if she wanted to think about, or spend more time in, the core Arcaea world, wouldn’t she<br>have stayed behind there?<br><br>And yet despite herself, she lingers on thoughts of what her life here used to be. | |||
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There were many memories she’d viewed, and for a time she assumed she might find a memory<br>that offered some truth of this place. No such memories existed. Mostly, she saw what could be<br>succinctly described as frivolous normalcy: day-to-day happenings—from waking in the morning<br>to dying in the night. All cycles: all over and gone. She’d certainly learned very much, but not the<br>slightest about the world she’d awakened in.<br><br>However, when she decided to leave in order to learn more at the limits of space, she thought she<br>might take a part of the first world with her. Rather, she thought to make something from it...<br>perhaps "the best" of it.<br><br>So now she glances at Charon. With windows to the old world shining all around her, she lays her<br>eyes only on her satellite.<br><br>All that said... hadn’t she made it on a whim? | |||
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A what-if had come to mind. What if this place of memories—of worlds and peoples gone—could<br>be used to craft something new?<br><br>She’d pulled shards of Arcaea together, and wished them bound, and with effort and will Charon<br>had taken shape.<br><br>"..."<br><br>But nothing was ever said by Charon. Nothing was ever done.<br><br>Nonetheless, it has remained with her like a moon ought remain with its mother planet.<br><br>...So she does not need the old world.<br><br>Charon is the true reflection: of how little that world ever meant.}} | |||
=== 9-4 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#9-3|9-3]],购入[[Esoteric Order]]曲包<br>解锁要求：通过[[Löschen]] | |||
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她在黑暗中继续前行。一路上，她静静地前行，身旁的伙伴更是静悄悄地。<br>这一次，她的思绪又开始四处飘荡……<br><br>那个萦绕许久的想法又再次回来了……<br><br>这一切都是某一位“神明”设计好的。<br><br>不管幕后主使是谁，称他为“神明”都不为过。<br><br>如先前所说，这就是她前进的动力：她一心要找到这位“神明”。 | |||
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“通常情况下，这叫做‘智能设计’……”少女道出了她从这里的“记忆”中学到的东西，<br>“然而，这……”她继续说道，声音却越来越小。<br><br>她看着前方。<br><br>世界的扭曲已变得难以理解。横向的变为斜向，水平的上下翻转。<br>为了移动，她向着自己想前进的方向跨出一步，但一个不小心，就可能会漂浮或跌倒。<br><br>似乎在造物主缺席的時候，世界更愿意按自己的心意改变形态。<br>结果就是，少女在一个立体的空间里迈出奇特的步伐，行走在无形的“地面”上，疲惫不已。<br><br>事实就是这样，其实她已经注意到了这个事实。<br><br>……她凝视着头顶上方的空间。<br><br>“……说这个世界是从情绪中产生的似乎更为准确。”<br><br>这是唯一能让这个看似“毫无意义”的世界具有意义的解释。 | |||
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虽然在这个雪白的世界之中，从天空中射下的光芒看起来就像是来自天堂的圣光，<br>但是这里其实也是有太阳的。在这里，太阳隐藏在黑暗中，光线微弱，毫不起眼。<br>也许…它的光芒被Arcaea“无尽”的白昼吞噬了？<br><br>“……不过，这白昼最近刚刚结束，”她喃喃自语着，目光重新看向前方。云朵消失了。<br>群星，一如往常，闪闪发光。<br><br>几个小时，又或许是几天前，漩涡开始撕裂虚无中的现实，像是急着要取代那些过去的云朵，<br>成为新的奇景似的……<br><br>黯淡的太阳和不完整的世界都是很好的证明。此外，那些漩涡还有云朵更是明显的迹象。<br>整个空间都在描绘同一种现象。<br><br>就连那个雪白的世界也一样，“它”不时地也会显现自身。<br>它曾在这里出现过，每个角落也都有过它的踪迹。“它”会现身，并干扰着一切存在。<br><br>一言以蔽之，它就是“异象（anomalies）”。 | |||
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她在白色世界里遭遇过几次，还有，当少女周围还有窗户的时候，她在废墟中看到过更多。<br>这些对现在的她来说已经习以为常。不过，那些事件让一切变得古怪又破败不堪。<br><br>这个空间就是这些情况的集合，据她所知，它们的出现不带有任何意图。<br>据她所知，它们只是一种“征兆”。<br><br>因此，她开始怀疑，创造这个世界的“神明” …… | |||
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“……”<br><br>她在一个黑色的漩涡前停下了脚步。承载着记忆的玻璃朝它的中心流去，<br>只有几个碎片仍留在这个空间之中，慢慢朝着同一个方向滑落、变薄，并分裂。<br><br>真正的边缘绝对就在附近。<br><br>她抬起手……<br><br>在她苏醒时，她的脑海中并没有既定的思考方式，没有记忆，也没有被灌输的想法。<br>她只保留了自己的个性，以及对这个世界的粗浅知识……<br><br>……这让她感到很难受。 | |||
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虽然她想过许多，也说过许多……<br><br>她依然觉得，Arcaea这个虚拟而又破碎的世界，不可能没有存在的意义。<br><br>这个世界的一点一滴都有意义。意义俯拾即是。<br><br>关于记忆的意义。关于建筑的意义。关于玻璃的意义。<br><br>关于少女的意义……<br><br>为什么会这样？ | |||
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“……卡戎.”<br><br>她向自己精心制作的卫星叫唤着，它无动于衷，但她依然继续说下去。<br><br>“你还是不能自己思考……？可你会跟着我……你是觉得我是你的主人吗？卡戎。”<br><br>她又叫了一遍它的名字。它头上的眼睛闪闪发光。<br><br>“你是在这个世界诞生的，而我也一样。考虑到这点，我想我注意到了一些事情。”<br><br>她边说边随意地把胳膊插进了面前的螺旋。<br><br>……她的肢体化为玻璃的丝线，而卡戎在一旁目睹这一切。<br><br>“……怎么样？你觉得这是某种把戏吗，卡戎？<br>还是说我们其实是一样的？你身体里没有血液，我又有什么？” | |||
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她的身体开始瓦解。<br><br>……她拥有一颗会跳动的心脏。<br><br>她有思想。她是真实的。<br><br>那她为什么出现在这里？其他人在这里的原因又是为什么？<br><br>……也许血液确实在她的静脉里流动着，但现在她什么都看不见了。<br><br>她的“身体”与她在“记忆”中见过的任何一具都不一样。<br><br>她曾经的四肢，曾经的躯干，现在已化作银色的细线……<br><br>……她终于确认了：这身体，是虚构出来的。<br><br>“……！？” | |||
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卡戎突然从旁边撞了她一下，吓了她一大跳。这一撞使她清醒许多，也回到了现实。<br>在这一瞬间，所有的丝线重新连结在一起。她的身体突然恢复了原状……<br><br>她愣愣地看着自己空空如也的掌心。接着她看向卡戎，尽管它一如往常地一语不发。<br><br>……她挺直了自己的肩膀。<br><br>……无论如何，她还是它的主人。<br><br>她看着自己发着愣的仆人，开口问道……<br><br>“……走吧。不想去看看终点会有什么风景吗？”}} | |||
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She has continued on into the dark: quiet, and with a quiet partner. Once more, her thoughts drift<br>here and there...<br><br>That persistent idea returns...<br><br>That there is a god who designed all of this.<br><br>At least, it would only be accurate to call whoever was responsible a god.<br><br>As said, that is why she walks: to find this god. | |||
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"It is called ‘intelligent design’... typically," the girl says, speaking from what she’s learned through<br>the memories archived here. "However, this..." she continues before trailing off.<br><br>And she looks out ahead of herself.<br><br>The world’s distortions have become unfathomable. Lateral has become diagonal, the horizontal<br>reversed. To move, she walks where she wants to walk—and without concentration, she might float<br>or fall.<br>It seems, absent the creator, the world has decided to shape itself to her wants instead, resulting<br>in invisible steps on an invisible earth and tiring traipses through solid space.<br><br>And so there it is: that fact she already noted.<br><br>...She gazes above.<br><br>"...It would be better to say this world was born out of emotion."<br><br>It is the only way to make sense of a world so senselessly created. | |||
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There is a sun here, although in the world of white the light of the sky seemed to come instead from<br>Heaven itself. Here, hiding in the dark, the sun shines weakly, forgotten. Or... has its light<br>simply been taken away by Arcaea’s endless day?<br><br>"...Though it ended, recently," she mutters to herself, dropping her gaze to what’s before her<br>instead. There are no clouds anymore. Starlight, as ever, is plentiful.<br><br>Since hours, or perhaps days ago, vortices have begun to tear away at reality in the Void, as if<br>to take the place of those old clouds as a new and strange thing to see...<br><br>The lost sun and unfinished world are greatly indicative; the vortices too, of course, and <br>ertainly the clouds. The entire space here is telling.<br><br>Back in the world of white, as well: every so often "it" would manifest. What was here, and<br>everywhere: "it" would manifest, and disturb existence.<br><br>In a word: "anomalies". | |||
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She’d met with a few in the world of white, and when there were still windows around the girl, she<br>had seen even more throughout the ruins. They were instances of what has now become<br>commonplace for her, turning things queer and wreaking senseless havoc.<br><br>This space was a concentration of those instances, and as far as she could tell, there was never any<br>intent in their appearances. As far as she could tell, all they were was a symptom.<br><br>She suspects, therefore, that the god who made this world... | |||
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"..."<br><br>She stops before a vortex of black. Glass memory flows into it—the few shards of them left in this<br>place, slipping through and thinning, splitting.<br><br>The true edge is most definitely near.<br><br>She lifts her hand...<br><br>When she awakened with no preconceived notions, no memories, no instilled ideas and only,<br>instead, her personality and simple knowledge of the world itself...<br><br>...it had sickened her.----Despite everything she has since thought and said...<br><br>She imagined that there couldn’t possibly be any way the mock and scattered world of Arcaea had<br>no purpose.<br><br>It dripped with purpose. It was full of purpose.<br><br>Of memories. Of buildings. Of glass.<br><br>Of girls...<br><br>Why? | |||
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"...Charon."<br><br>She addresses her crafted satellite. It shows no signs of noticing, and yet she continues.<br><br>"You still can’t think for yourself...? You follow me, though... Do you believe I am your master?<br>Charon."<br><br>She says its name again. The eyes in its head sparkle.<br><br>"You were born here, and so was I. In light of that, I believe I’ve noticed something."<br><br>So casually, she enters her arm into the spiral before her.<br><br>...And Charon watches as the limb turns into glass threads.<br><br>"...What do you think? Is this a trick, Charon? Or are we the same? There’s no blood in you.<br>Is there any in me?" | |||
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Her body begins to unravel.<br><br>...She has a heart, and it beats.<br><br>She has thoughts. She is real.<br><br>Then why is she here? Why is anyone?<br><br>...There may be blood in her veins, but now she can’t see any of it.<br><br>Her "body" is unlike any she has seen in memory.<br><br>The silvery strands of her once-limb—of her once-chest, now...<br><br>...Confirmation at last: this flesh was invented.<br><br>"...!?" | |||
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She jumps with shock as Charon strikes her side, knocking her back.<br>At once, the threads reconnect. Her body becomes whole...<br><br>She witnesses her empty palm. She glances at Charon, who, as ever, says nothing.<br><br>...But she sets her shoulders.<br><br>...She is the master, after all.<br><br>She looks at her staring servant, and asks...<br><br>"...Shall we go and see the end?"}} | |||
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什么时候发生的呢？<br><br>黑暗是什么时候消失的……什么时候变成这样的呢？<br><br>黑暗消失了。世界消失了。<br><br>在Arcaea之外，什么都不存在。<br><br>她动了动嘴唇，但没有空气能用来传播声音。<br><br>这里没有什么可以震动。所以也不存在声音。<br><br>她看到的是……一个模糊而奇怪的位面。<br><br>好像因为她看了之后才让这里变成这样的。<br><br>好像我不该看到这个似的。 | |||
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回去的念头在我的脑海中浮现，于是我思索了一番。<br>或许我刚到这里的时候就应该好好考虑这个选项了。那样的话，我可能还有机会回头。<br><br>但现在，我已经迷路了。<br><br>不对……<br><br>要是说“迷路”，首先得有“地方”和“路”不是吗？<br><br>上下左右之类的，常见的座标方向……<br><br>这些东西通通不存在。应该这样说：这些事物已经消失了好一阵子了，<br>只是我到现在才意识到而已……而且关于“我”这个主词，我相信也是不存在的。<br><br>你看，我的双手已经消失不见。我的双脚也已不复存在。我的双腿也完全不见踪影。<br>我的舌头该在的位置，现在空无一物。<br><br>也许现在的“我”所代表的，只有我的眼睛，和我脑中挥之不去的某些东西。 | |||
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所以，也就是说……<br><br>我有个新的发现，那就是在你失去了移动的能力和感官的体验之后，精神很快就会开始分崩离析。<br>我需要集中精神——很显然这个世界的神明还从未如此做过。<br><br>......<br><br>……嗯。<br><br>没错……在这里的现实是缺乏合理和完整性的，就像是没有蓝图的设计……仅凭模糊的印象。 | |||
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先有了土壤。再有了阳光。阳光消逝之后，繁星点缀着深邃的夜空。<br>而在那之后呢？谁知道呢。至少，知道的人不会是你。<br><br>真假的……<br><br>你。你想从这里得到什么？为什么带我来这里？为什么要隐瞒我曾经的一切？<br><br>我肯定“拥有”某种过去。不论那是什么，你都从我这里把它夺走了。<br><br>...... | |||
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我是跟其他人一样死去的吗？<br><br>我是跟那个深爱自己哥哥的少女一样死去的吗？还是跟那个红衣少女一样死去的？<br><br>也许你觉得我会为此感到害怕？<br><br>这样的事情……哈。<br><br>这样的事情对我而言又有什么意义呢？啊？<br><br>我被困在这座牢笼之中，这座专为满足你的观赏需求而打造的牢笼。<br>对我而言，有什么意义呢？一切都是为你而存在的，不是吗？<br>一个天堂……亦或是一种逃避？你是怎么做到的？这重要吗？<br><br>到底什么才是重要的？ | |||
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……我又开始烦躁了。<br><br>太荒谬了。<br><br>哈，我……现在真的明白了：她为什么讨厌这个世界。<br><br>任何了解这个世界的人都会想要看到它消失。<br><br>也许你认为你是我的救命恩人？你从来没有拯救过我。<br>就算你有……现在看起来，我也把一切搞砸了，是吧？这一切是为了什么？<br><br>我到底该如何是好？<br><br><br><br>卡戎... | |||
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卡戎并不在这里，是吧？我的身体在这里吗？我想要——<br><br>让我……<br><br>让我消失吧……那为什么卡戎要“阻止”我？现在回想起来的话——<br><br>我是在回想吗？<br><br>我的眼睛还在这里吗？<br><br>我看不见。<br>我刚才在哪？<br>不，不，不。<br>不，不，我真的没办法回去了吗？<br>我没办法从这里逃出去吗？<br>我不能移动吗？<br>不，不会吧，我真的不能？ | |||
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如果我还有指甲的话，我说不定会把它们通通咬光。<br><br>你懂的……<br><br>虽然你可能是用一片指甲把我创造出来的……<br><br>我 不 是 一具空壳。<br><br>我能感受到这一切。我 不 想 要这样。<br><br>你能听到我的想法吗？<br><br>这里的一丝一毫我 都 不 想 要。----我想要 知 道 真相。<br><br>真 相 就是 这 样？<br><br>这里，一 无 所 有——<br><br>......<br><br>……知道了这一切都是虚无……<br><br>我可以感觉到某种不安的感觉在我的肚子里翻搅……肚子？肚子？而且……我的双手在哪里？<br><br>好吧……我早就失去它们了……<br><br>—— | |||
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你不能称“这个”为光明。<br><br>我很难用言语描述我现在所处环境。<br><br>我想，当我离开那个已经毁灭的世界并进入虚无时，我也迎来了黑暗。<br><br>但它又和普通意义上的黑暗不太一样。它不会使你亮得睁不开眼睛。它不是非黑即白那样的。<br><br>光明与黑暗。我在无数个世界里都见过这些东西，它们是最基本的元素。<br>光明和煦又温暖，而黑暗则代表恐惧和未知。<br><br>但，我还是期望着了解黑暗。<br><br>......----我隐隐察觉到了这一点，随后很快就明白了：这个世界是为了怯懦之人所造的避难所。<br><br>但那人不是我。<br><br>我不是创造这个避难所的那个懦夫。<br><br>因为如果是我的话，我会把一切做得更好……<br><br>卡戎过去……现在就证明了这一点。<br><br>我向黑暗前进是因为我想找到更好的真相，虽然真相和我一直认为的一样残忍又苦涩。<br><br>我身处这种状态太久了，已经失去了时间概念。<br><br>但每隔一段时间我就会再次看到它：<br><br>光明——真正的光明——就在远方。 | |||
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......<br><br>也许它一直在引导我。<br><br>我不会向任何人承认这一点。<br><br>毕竟向自己一直看不上的东西低头实在显得自己很失败。<br><br>不过，我可以清晰地感觉到，那股光亮在召唤着我。<br><br>那股来自旧世界的光正闪闪发亮，并且在呼唤我。<br><br>在那道光里，我能看见救赎…… | |||
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当我再次靠近它时，我的指尖恢复了知觉。而且我发誓，我能看见自己的呼吸。<br><br>我想，我应该会“返回”了。<br><br>如果回去了，我相信我不会紧抓着真相不放。 <br><br>我不会忘记，但我也不会时刻惦记。<br><br>我相信着，不是吗？<br><br>我能比那位“神明”做得更出色。<br><br>但是，首先，我需要更多人的帮助。 | |||
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我不会简单地认为或嘴上说我会更出色。我会真正做到的。我一定会的。<br><br>不过说实话……逃到这里，没什么可骄傲的。<br><br>相反，这是报复。<br><br>我会改变这个世界，或者创造一个更好的世界。<br><br>你把这里搞得一塌糊涂，嘿，这不是反而让一切都变得可能了吗？<br><br>我认为是这样的。<br><br>不……<br><br>就是这样的。<br><br>——}} | |||
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When did it happen?<br><br>When did the dark fall away... into this?<br><br>The dark fell away. The world fell away.<br><br>Outside of Arcaea, nothing exists.<br><br>She moves her lips, but no atmosphere carries her words.<br><br>Nothing is here to vibrate. Sound has gone.<br><br>What she sees is... a blurred and strange plane.<br><br>It’s as if moving her eyes bleeds space itself.<br><br>As if I wasn’t meant to see this. | |||
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I thought, for a while, about returning. Perhaps if I’d considered that more seriously, as soon as I<br>came here, I might have still been able to go back out.<br><br>But now, I’ve become lost.<br><br>No...<br><br>Being "lost" still carries a sense of "place", doesn’t it?<br><br>Up, down, left, and right—in fact, the common and cardinal directions...<br><br>Those no longer exist. Rather, they stopped existing quite a while ago, and it simply hadn’t<br>completely registered to me until now... And on that subject ("me"): I don’t believe "I" exist any<br>longer, either.<br><br>You see, my hands have gone. My feet have gone. My legs have gone. My tongue has gone.<br><br>Perhaps I’ve become only my eyes, and some lingering shadow of my brain. | |||
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That said, that’s... going...<br><br>I find that it doesn’t take long to start feeling as if your mind is tearing apart once your motions and<br>senses have been stripped away. I need to focus—something the god of this world apparently<br>never did.<br><br>......<br><br>...Hm.<br><br>Yes... the reality created here was truly thoughtless... a design without a blueprint.<br>A vague impression. | |||
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There is earth. There is daylight. After daylight, the night sky and the stars within it.<br>After that, who knows? You didn’t, evidently.<br><br>Honestly...<br><br>You. What did you want out of this place? Why did you take me here?<br>Why did you hide whatever I was before?<br><br>I WAS something before. You’ve snatched whatever that was away.<br><br>...... | |||
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Did I die like the others?<br><br>Did I die like the girl who loved her brother? Did I die like the girl in red?<br><br>Do you think I was afraid of that, perhaps?<br><br>This... ha.<br><br>What am I meant to take from this? Well?<br><br>What am I meant to take from being trapped in this thing that you manifested for yourself?<br>It was for you, wasn’t it? A paradise... an escape, maybe. How did you do it? Does it matter?<br><br>What matters? | |||
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...I’m fraying again.<br><br>It’s nonsense.<br><br>Ha, I... really understand it now: why she hates this world.<br><br>Anyone who figures this world out should want to see it gone.<br><br>Maybe you think you saved me? You never saved me. Even if you had... it seems I’ve damned<br>myself, haven’t I? What for?<br><br>What do I DO with this?<br><br><br>Charon... | |||
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Charon isn’t here, right? Is my body here? I want to—<br><br>Let me...<br><br>LET me vanish... Why did Charon STOP me then? Looking back—<br><br>Am I looking back?<br><br>Are my eyes still here?<br><br>I can’t see it.<br>Where was I?<br>No, no, no.<br>No, no, I really can’t return?<br>I can’t get out of here?<br>I can’t move?<br>No, really, I can’t? | |||
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I could bite through the entirety of my nails, if I still had them.<br><br>You know...<br><br>Although you might have crafted me from one...<br><br>I am NOT a husk.<br><br>I feel this. I do not WANT this.<br><br>Can you hear my thoughts?<br><br>I wanted NONE of this. | |||
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I wanted to KNOW.<br><br>KNOWING means THIS?<br><br>There is NOTHING—<br><br>......<br><br>...Knowing it’s nothing...<br><br>It feels like scum is building in my stomach... Stomach? Stomach? And... where are my hands?<br><br>Right... I lost them...<br><br>—— | |||
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You cannot call this light.<br><br>What exists around me is indescribable.<br><br>I think, when I left the ruined world and entered the Void, I welcomed the dark.<br><br>It was different. It wasn’t blinding. It wasn’t "obvious".<br><br>Light, darkness: basic things I’ve seen in countless worlds.<br>The light is warm and welcoming; the darkness is frightful and unknown.<br><br>But still, I wished to know the dark.<br><br>...... | |||
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I felt it implicitly, and learned it soon: that this world was made as a sanctuary for a weak heart.<br><br>But that is not me.<br><br>I am not the weak-hearted person who created this refuge.<br><br>And if I had created it, I would have done it better...<br><br>Charon showed... shows that.<br><br>I marched ahead into the dark because I wanted to find a better truth.<br>However, the truth is as bitter and merciless as I’d always assumed.<br><br>I’ve been in this state for too long to count. I have lost the minutes and hours.<br><br>And every so often I will see it again:<br><br>Light—true light—in the distance. | |||
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......<br><br>Perhaps it has been guiding me.<br><br>I wouldn’t admit this, to anyone.<br><br>It’s like a loss: relinquishing myself to what I’ve long criticized.<br><br>However, I feel it for certain: that light is now beckoning me.<br><br>That light of the old world is shining, and wants me.<br><br>And in that light I find deliverance... | |||
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......<br><br>Fine, then. I will take your hand. | |||
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As I near it again, I feel my fingertips more, and I swear that I can see my breath.<br><br>I think I’m going to return.<br><br>If I do, I don’t believe I will take the truth with me.<br><br>I will not forget it, but I will surely leave it behind.<br><br>I believe it, don’t I?<br><br>I could do the job better than that god.<br><br>But, I will need hands again for it first. | |||
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I shouldn’t simply think or talk that I might be better. I’ll do it. I will.<br><br>But really... I am not swelling with pride as I escape here.<br><br>Instead, take this as revenge.<br><br>I’ll change this world, or craft a better one.<br><br>You’ve left this one broken so badly. Isn’t anything possible?<br><br>I think so.<br><br>No...<br><br>I know it.<br><br>——}} | |||
=== 9-6 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#9-5|9-5]],购入[[Esoteric Order]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[拉格兰]]通过[[Far Away Light]] | |||
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Arcaea世界充满了不可能。虽然她已经学到了不少，但是仍然还有很多她不了解的事情。<br>还有许多尚待解决的疑问。不过，这并不重要。<br><br>拉格兰发现自己又一次陷入了虚无：不过这次她的身体十分完整，而且卡戎也在。<br><br>她还不确定自己是如何抵达“终点”的，她还有很多无法确定的事情，不过——<br><br>真相是这样的：一个脆弱的灵魂打造了这个破碎又诡异的牢笼，<br>而在这个牢笼之中，一切行动都被赋予了“理由”。<br><br>从终点返回也不例外。从虚无返回也不例外。<br><br>寻找其他人也不例外。甚至是透过“窗户”进行交流，也是一样。<br><br>在这样的世界之中，还有什么所谓的“不可能”呢？ | |||
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她伸出双手，紧紧抱住卡戎。它的眼睛闪着光芒。<br><br>看到这一幕，她问道：“……你就是我那时候看见的指引之光吗？”<br><br>卡戎愣着一言不发。<br><br>……不过，她的嘴角还是掠过一丝微笑。<br><br>“别那样看我。”她说，“什么？你说是我告诉过你的？你连出声都没出过好不好？”<br><br>听到她这么说，卡戎耸了耸耳朵。<br><br>“哈……” | |||
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她朝前走去。<br><br>她放开卫星，于是卫星停留在她的肩头。<br><br>他们欣赏着沿途发出亮光的云朵并朝着Arcaea行进。<br><br>……直到其中一朵引起她的注意。<br><br>那朵云发光的方式跟其他的云有点不一样。它的表面似乎能看见像水波那样的涟漪。<br>在它的内部，时间的流动方向似乎是相反的，但是它又自己向前快转。<br><br>在她看来，这是现实在分裂。天空又再次地被分开，但是这次不是那位红衣少女惹的祸。<br><br>被暗影追逐的少女……她就在那儿。<br><br>还有另一位少女，被光芒环绕着。 | |||
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是的……<br><br>另一个“终点”就要到来了。<br><br>尽管拉格兰感觉自己大概会记不清所见证的一切，但她还是准备看着结局的揭晓。<br><br>穿越一切，直至结局。那是落幕。<br><br>那是消散。<br><br>她再次微笑，尽管她明白了……她们现在所做的一切都将是一场悲剧。<br><br>这就是“光”与“对立”之舞……<ref>根据先前剧情，此处本应指代光芒与纷争，并非角色姓名。</ref><br><br>Arcaea.}} | |||
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The plane of Arcaea is impossible. Although she came to know much of it, she did not learn all<br>there was to know. There are still questions—however, that is no matter.<br><br>Lagrange finds herself in the Void again: whole, and back with Charon.<br><br>How she reached the End, she is still unsure. She is unsure of much, however—<br><br>The truth is: in this broken and anomalous prison, crafted by a frail soul...<br>there is no act truly outside of "reason".<br><br>Even returning from the End. Even returning from the Void.<br><br>Even finding others. Even reaching through a "window".<br><br>For what is impossible in a world that is itself the same? | |||
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She takes Charon into both of her hands. Light glances off its eye.<br><br>Seeing it, she asks, "...Were you my beacon, then?"<br><br>And the dull Charon says nothing in reply.<br><br>...However, a smile crosses her lips.<br><br>"Don’t give me that look," she says. "'I told you so'? You never even speak, do you?"<br><br>To that, Charon wiggles its ears.<br><br>"Ha..." | |||
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She walks ahead.<br><br>She lets her satellite go, and it takes its place over her shoulder.<br><br>Now they walk, toward Arcaea, watching clouds of light along the way.<br><br>...Until one in particular catches her attention.<br><br>It shimmers a little more oddly than the others. The surface ripples.<br>In it, the flow of time is bending back on itself, and leaping forward.<br><br>For now she sees this: a split in reality.<br>The sky is being again divided, but not as it was by the girl in red.<br><br>The girl chased by shadows... she is there.<br><br>And there is a girl cloaked in light. | |||
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Yes...<br><br>Another "end" is manifesting.<br><br>With a sense that she might fall through the crack through which she bears witness,<br>Lagrange watches that ending transpire.<br><br>Beyond, to its conclusion. To the fall.<br><br>To dissolution.<br><br>It makes her smile again, although she can see... what progresses now is a tragedy.<br><br>This is a dance of light and conflict...<br><br>Arcaea.}} | |||
===10-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[Binary Enfold]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱托]]通过[[Next to you]] | |||
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你在沉睡。<br /><br />随着你现在逐渐隐没，我开始想到一些比较久远的东西。<br /><br />如果我们在此创造的记忆可以成为结晶，我一定会将它们好好收集。<br /><br />你大概会为此笑我吧。每次我捡起一块玻璃说要带走，你都想着要笑我。<br />我觉得你只是不懂，但我也觉得那样没什么不好。<br /><br />我无法把你收拢在记忆里。你就是你，现在到永远都是如此。<br /><br />但随着你现在逐渐隐没，我开始想到一些比较久远的东西。<br /><br />那个玻璃中的房间。那一场音乐会。 | |||
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你像烈火，像暴风。<br /><br />无论你的双脚何时踩踏在地面，感觉都像是震动了整座建筑。<br /><br />空气为之震荡，地面为之低鸣。<br /><br />那样看着你总让我无法呼吸。接着，你带来的旋律响彻整个房间。<br /><br />充满了努力，充满了坚持。那真的很美妙。<br /><br />那样的节奏…… | |||
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那时我想着：我爱你。<br /><br />在胜利中，在苦难中——<br /><br />我一直都爱着你，露娜。 | |||
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乐曲在掌声中结束。对手什么都不能做，只能优雅接受自己的落败。<br /><br />你举起了乐器，深深一鞠躬。<br /><br />你看着我，说了那句话。人群太吵杂，我无法听见，但你双唇间流泻出的字非常清楚：<br /><br />“我比你厉害，对吧？”<br /><br />我皱了皱眉。转了转眼珠。记忆已然休止。 | |||
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白色的世界在我们四周降临，你开始朝我走来——乐器已不在你的手中，取而代之的是你的剑。<br />我仍然看着你，说：<br /><br />“你就赢这一次，那么开心吗？”<br /><br />“对我来说这可是又多了一次。数数总共多少次吧。”<br /><br />“唔，但是我们没有能用来数的东西。”<br /><br />“自己想办法数。”你这样说着，然后敲了敲头，“用用你的脑袋。”<br /><br />我会想出来的，露娜。 | |||
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好吧，我猜总共有三次。有三次做得比我好…虽然你从未让我提醒你。<br />我的表现更好的时候…好，我相信是五次。<br />是——我在心里算着，我一只手举起了五只手指，另一只手是三只。<br /><br />然后你的手拍了过我张开的手掌。<br /><br />“五次！？”你兴奋地大喊。“那才比三次多一点点！” 没错！<br /><br />你合起我的手，手指紧扣。你变得狂喜，但随后开始在我身旁开始冷静下来。<br />你保持着微笑，眯起眼睛对我说：“再来一次？” | |||
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我必须拒绝。这有点难过，你知道吗？<br />我可以用我的剑指向任何记忆，无论哪段记忆我都会表现得比你好。<br />但你太开心了以至于根本不会想到这么多。<br />你更用力地握住我的手，大笑着，逐渐放松下来。<br /><br />你变回平时更熟悉的，比较冷静的样子，然后问道：<br /><br />“所以，要往哪去？”<br /><br />我闷哼一声，带着你走向我之前提到的那座塔。<br /><br />我知道你很清楚要去那里……<br /><br />所以我很感谢你还是问了。}} | |||
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You're asleep.<br /><br />Now that you've faded off, I've started thinking of something older.<br /><br />If the memories that we made here could be crystallized, these are the ones I would collect.<br /><br />You'd probably mock me for it. Every time I pick a piece of glass to "carry" around, you're ready<br />to mock me. I think you just don't understand it, but I also think that's just fine.<br /><br />I can't capture you in a memory. You're you, now and forever.<br /><br />But, now that you've faded off, I've started thinking of something older.<br /><br />That one room in glass. That one concert. | |||
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You were like a fire, a storm.<br /><br />Whenever your foot beat down on the flooring, it felt like the entire building shook.<br /><br />The air quaked, and the ground rumbled.<br /><br />Watching you like that always leaves me breathless. The melody you carried then swayed the<br />whole room.<br /><br />Effort. Persistence. It was wonderful. <br /><br />That beat... That smile... How you pulled the bow over those strings, perspired, laughed. | |||
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I thought: I love you.<br /><br />In victory, in struggle—<br /><br />I've always loved you, Luna. | |||
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The song ended to applause. The opposite player could do nothing but graciously accept defeat.<br /><br />You raised your instrument and took a bow.<br /><br />You looked at me, and you said it. I couldn't hear it over the crowd, but the words on your lips<br />were clear:<br /><br />"Better than you, wasn't I?"<br /><br />I frowned. I rolled my eyes. The memory ended. | |||
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A world of white came up all around us, and you started walking toward me—the instrument gone<br />from your grasp and replaced by your sword. Still eyeing you, I said:<br /><br />"Are you enjoying winning once that much?"<br /><br />"Once makes one more for me. Now count them up."<br /><br />"Well, we don't have anything to count on."<br /><br />"Count on yourself," you said, and you tapped the side of your head. "Use your head." <br /><br />I'd figured that out, Luna. | |||
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Well, that marked three times, I guessed. Three better performances than me... though you'd<br />never let me remind you. My showing was better... right, I believe it was five times. Yes—after<br />finishing the count in my head, I raised five fingers on one hand, and three on the other.<br /><br />And then you hit my opened palm with your own.<br /><br />"Five!?" you shouted, beaming. "That's barely more than three!" Not wrong!<br /><br />Your hand closed over mine, fingers tightly interlocking. You were feverish, but you were starting<br />to cool near me. Still wearing a smile, you narrowed your eyes at me and offered, "Again?" | |||
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I had to refuse. It was a little sad, you know? I could point my blade at near any memory, and<br />inside it I'd do better than you. But you were too cheerful in the moment to bother thinking that.<br />You squeezed my hand tighter. You laughed. You relaxed.<br /><br />You returned to your preferred, calmer mien, and not long after you said:<br /><br />"So, where to?"<br /><br />I huffed, and led you toward the tower I'd mentioned before.<br /><br />I knew that you knew it...<br /><br />that I still always appreciated you asking.}} | |||
===10-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#10-1|10-1]],购入[[Binary Enfold]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[露娜]]通过[[Silent Rush]] | |||
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你醒了吗？<br /><br />我觉得我在作梦。有点烦的是，我开始梦到你。<br /><br />你的脸、你的片刻、与你有关的场景一幕幕出现在我脑海里。<br />你演奏过的每一首曲子都让我窒息；你看起来完美而沉稳的掌控每一个动作。<br />当我想起你时，我倾向于想到一些“完美”的东西。<br /><br />让人心烦的是你每一部分都给人不同的看法。<br /><br />我知道你有多容易分心。我知道你一路上是怎么磕磕绊绊走过来的。说实话？你真的、真的很怪…… | |||
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你知道，我讨厌我们在这里醒来。<br /><br />这么说吧，我们两个都觉得这样太快了，没有人想过这里就已经是终点了。<br />我们学过、读过的一切——没有哪本书、哪个老师、哪个家庭或任何东西、<br />任何人提到过一个玻璃做的世界。当我的眼睛在这些光芒中睁开，你在那里看着它们开始发出微光。<br /><br />你只是说着：“这全都是玻璃做的！”而一瞬之间，你便理所当然地看着一切。 | |||
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我有阵子非常确定，那个时候你为了让我收回眼泪而说着你可以想到的最蠢的话……<br />像是说，或许因为我们是双胞胎，你在从我的眼中看到忧虑以前已经先感受到了我的内心，<br />而你知道该要大喊什么才能让我心情好点。但你接着开始对那些玻璃蝴蝶挥手，要它们跟着你。<br /><br />不管你想不想这样，你都让我想起了你一直以来的样子；<br />当你握住我的手，就像是在告诉我你永远不会改变，而且…… | |||
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嗯，我爱你。<br /><br />当你在我身边时，无论你何时离开——<br /><br />我会永远爱着你，爱托。<br /><br />但你永远不要指望我会把这话说出口。 | |||
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嘿…你还记得我们去过那座塔吗？或许我们那时早已看过……<br />一半的世界，而且你对那个地方很满意。我还记得，当我们接近那座塔时，我问你：<br /><br />“为什么选一座塔？”<br /><br />你回答：“那是我们第一个看见的东西！”<br /><br />……这回答让我有点错愕。<br /><br />“……就这样？我们去那座塔就只是因为你……看到它？” | |||
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“是‘我们’看到它。”你强调着。<br /><br />“我不记得了。”我撒了谎。“你已经疯了吗？”<br /><br />你的嘴边露出一丝轻笑。你问我：“你说‘疯’的意思究竟是什么？”<br /><br />我是说，你的确疯了，对吧？如果没有玻璃，你可能会继续收集弹珠或树叶。<br />如果你不能演奏音乐，你可能会拿起画笔画画。<br />如果我们没有一趟旅程要完成，你也无论如何都会带我前往某个地方。<br /><br />你曾说我很“狂野”，但现在看看你自己。 | |||
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那座“塔”甚至称不上是塔…那是一座灯塔，矗立在一望无际的大海上。<br /><br />我在灯塔前坐了下来，因为我累了；你也因此在我身后坐了下来。<br />当我环顾四周时，我突然有个想法。我向你问道：“等等——等等，这里有贝壳吗！？”<br /><br />你说道：“我们就在海边，露娜。”<br /><br />我说：“是啊，但这里没有海…。” 我记得说完后就丢下你，为的是让你无精打采。<br />我坚持道：“我们来找贝壳吧！这样我们就能从贝壳中倾听大海的声音！” | |||
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你说我很幼稚。嗯哼，抱歉。<br /><br />但你记得吗？你就是引领我们到沙滩上的人。<br /><br />我们曾在那里度过一段时间，并透过我们发现的东西回到我们自己的记忆中。}} | |||
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Are you awake?<br /><br />I think that I'm dreaming. It's kind of annoying that I'm starting to dream of you.<br /><br />Your face, your moments; scenes of you are running through my head. How every song you've<br />ever played has stolen my breath away; how every movement you ever make looks controlled and<br />composed. When I think of you, I tend to think of something "perfect".<br /><br />What's annoying is every part of you that begs a different take.<br /><br />I know how easily you lose track. I know you trip and fall sometimes. And honestly? You're really,<br />really weird… | |||
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You know, I hated how we woke up here.<br /><br />I think it's fair to say. Both of us thought this was definitely too soon, that this was a last stop<br />nobody ever would've guessed. Everything we were taught, everything that we read—no books or<br />teachers or family or anything or anyone ever mentioned a world made out of glass. And, when<br />my eyes opened up to all this light here, you were there and saw them starting to shimmer.<br /><br />You just said, "It's all made of glass!" And in an instant, you took to everything like it was nothing. | |||
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For a while, I was pretty sure that back then, you were just saying the dumbest thing you could<br />think of to turn my tears away... Like maybe, because we're twins, you saw into my heart before<br />you saw the worry in my eyes, and you knew exactly what to shout out to make me feel better.<br />But then you started waving for those butterflies of glass to follow you.<br /><br />Whether you were trying to or not, you reminded me of how you always were, and when you<br />grabbed my hand, it was like you were telling me you'd never change, and... | |||
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Well, I love you.<br /><br />When you're beside me, whenever you're away—<br /><br />I will always love you, Eto.<br /><br />Though good luck ever getting me to say that. | |||
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Hey... do you remember when we went to that tower? Maybe we'd seen... about half of the world<br />by then, and you were pretty set on that one place. I remember that, when we were kind of<br />nearing it, I asked you:<br /><br />"Why a tower, anyway?"<br /><br />You said, "It was the first thing we saw!"<br /><br />...I felt a little dumbfounded.<br /><br />"...That's it? We're going there because you... saw it?" | |||
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"WE saw it," you insisted.<br /><br />"I don't remember it," I lied. "You're going crazy already?"<br /><br />A quiet laugh escaped your lips. You asked me, "What's really 'crazy', anyway?"<br /><br />And I mean, you definitely are, right? If it wasn't glass, you'd probably keep collecting marbles or<br />leaves. If you couldn't make music, you'd take up a paintbrush. If we didn't have a path for a<br />journey, you'd find somewhere to bring us anyway.<br /><br />You've called me "wild" before, but look at you. | |||
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The "tower" wasn't even a tower... The thing was a lighthouse, standing over a totally empty sea.<br /><br />I sat down in front of it because I was tired; you sat down behind me because I sat down. And,<br />while I looked around where we were I suddenly got this idea. I asked you, "Wait—wait, are there<br />any shells here!?"<br /><br />You told me, "We are where we are, Luna."<br /><br />And I told you, "Yeah, but there's no sea..." I remember dropping against you after saying that,<br />just to make you slouch. I insisted, "Let's look for shells! Then we can hear what's left of it!" | |||
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You told me I was being childish. Uh-huh. Sorry.<br /><br />But remember? You were the one who led us out onto the sands yourself.<br /><br />We'd spend some time there, and through what we'd find return to memories of our own.}} | |||
=== 10-3 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#10-2|10-2]],购入[[Binary Enfold]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱托]]通过[[Strongholds]] | |||
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露娜，还记得我们在下面发现更多的贝壳碎片吗？我们连一个完整的贝壳都找不到…我想这说得通。<br />嗯，我对这个发现很高兴。此外，我们解锁了关于一片海岸和大海的记忆…<br />我们在那里发现的贝壳也很有用。<br /><br />在其中，我们知道记忆中的人已快速离开了海滩。我们没有在意，并决定留下来。<br /><br />“我们可以下水游泳吗…？”你好奇的问道，同时一只手拿着海螺放在耳边，眯着眼睛看着海浪。<br /><br />我提醒你：“呃，我们不能游泳，但你…可能可以。” | |||
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“哦对了，没错，”你看着我，嘴角憋着笑（而我已皱起了眉头）。“你不会游泳！”<br /><br />“别说了，否则我丢沙子到你头发里。”我威胁道。并用手指着你。<br /><br />“我们来学啊！”你大叫，指着我们前方的海洋。<br /><br />我抱怨着我们没有泳衣可穿。<br />你告诉我那只是一段回忆，我们会没事的，并在我意识到之前，你已握住了我的手。 | |||
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水感觉起来很真实。冰冷的感觉也很真实。你把我拉进大海。你引导着我胡乱摆动的双腿。<br /><br />你享受着你少数可以夸耀的事物，游泳这件事显然你比我更擅长。<br /><br />你知道吗，当时我的脑袋里充满了各种思绪和疑惑。那种感觉难以形容。<br />分心？有点害怕，但很好玩？我原本有成千上万的疑问，但这些最终都在我脑海中被搁置一旁。 | |||
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当记忆结束后，你拖着我到白色沙滩上。你在搔我痒。你真的太过分了。你简直无可救药。<br /><br />虽然我不喜欢这样，但我发现自己正在微笑。<br /><br />很快的，我想起来我是你的姐姐。<br /><br />我抓住你的脸，捏你的脸颊。<br /><br />“住手，你这个小屁孩。”我严厉地说道。 | |||
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对此，你得意地看着我，还捏了捏我的鼻子。<br /><br />“不要挠那里！” 当你继续进行搔痒攻击时，我开始哀号，尽管我知道这仍无法阻止你。<br /><br />事实是，我从一开始就不会阻止你。}} | |||
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Luna, remember how all we found down below were more shards? We couldn't even find one<br />shell... I guess it made sense. Well, I was delighted by the find. And besides, we unlocked a<br />memory that reflected a shore and a sea... and the shells we found there worked for us just as well.<br />In it, we knew that the person remembering had left the beach quickly. We ignored that, and<br />decided to stay.<br />"Can we swim in it...?" you wondered aloud, squinting into the waves with a conch up to your ear.<br />And I reminded you, "Well, we can't, though you... might." | |||
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"Oh yeah, that's right," you said, looking my way as you held back a smile from your lips (as for<br />me, I was already frowning). "You can't swim!"<br />"Stop it right now or I'll put sand in your hair," I threatened. I pointed right at you, too.<br />"Let's learn!" you cried, and you pointed to the ocean before us.<br />I whined that we wouldn't have any swimming clothes in there. You told me it was only a<br />memory—we'd be fine—and before I knew it, you had my hand in yours. | |||
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The water felt real. That cold was real. You pulled me into the sea. You guided my wobbling legs.<br />You enjoyed one of the few things you could say, definitively, that you had the better of me at.<br />You know, back then my head was full of thoughts and questions. The feeling was indescribable.<br />Distracting? A little fearful, but having fun? I could've asked a hundred, a million things, but they<br />all ended up brushed aside in my mind. | |||
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When the memory was over, you tackled me down to the now-white sands. You were tickling me.<br />You're really so ruthless. You're incorrigible.<br />Even though I hadn't wanted to, I found myself smiling.<br />Soon enough, I remembered I'm your older sister.<br />I grabbed your face and stretched out your cheeks.<br />"Cut this out, you brat," I said sternly. | |||
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To this you looked down upon me smugly, and proceeded to pinch my nose.<br />"Not there!" I whined as you resumed your tickle assault, knowing that whining couldn't stop you<br />whatsoever.<br />The truth is I'd never stop you in the first place.}} | |||
=== 10-4 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#10-3|10-3]],购入[[Binary Enfold]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[露娜]]通过[[Next to you]] | |||
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爱托，我想知道你是否一直那么轻。<br /><br />在吵闹过后你累了，因此我不得不背着你上灯塔。<br /><br />我把你背在身后。你知道我更喜欢你背我。<br />我们两个人中，你的触感更像枕头般柔软。你也知道这并不公平。 | |||
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虽然世界是白色的，但这座塔里面还是太暗了——因为螺旋楼梯上没有任何窗户，更何况你睡着了…<br />好吧，这段时间我都是自己一人了。<br /><br />我只能听到你的呼吸声，还有我脚步的回音。我只能勉强看到远处顶端的光芒。<br /><br />…我想起了我们的小时候，还有…我在想，每次睡觉前，你不是都会唱歌给我听吗？<br />我想着你是怎么做的，然后我张开口—— | |||
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“哼—哼—哼—哼，小星星…我想知道你究竟为何物，可以高出世界如此之多……”<br /><br />“有如天空中的钻石？”<br /><br />……随之而来的是你的歌声。<br /><br />我继续爬着楼梯，但不再唱着那首属于孩子的曲调。<br /><br />你问道：“那是儿歌吗，露娜？”你的声音听起来昏昏沉沉——但绝对是清醒的。<br /><br />我什么也没说。我可以感受到脸上和耳朵的炙热，是我从未希望你看见的景象。 | |||
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“你还没唱到太阳下山的部分，”你说着，一头埋进我的头发里。我回道：<br /><br />“闭嘴。”<br /><br />你咯咯地笑了，你的气息搅动着周遭的空气。<br /><br />“反正这边也没有夜晚可言。”我提醒着你：“算了吧。”<br /><br />你说：“其实，那首曲子从未提过月亮，不是吗……”。<br /><br />我对自己重复道：“算了吧。” | |||
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你回道：“再说……你还是要带我到上面吧？”。<br /><br />“一旦我落入你的手中，你就真的不肯放手了……” 我嘀咕着。<br />我可以感受到你脸上的笑容。<br />想到这点，我似乎也可以感受到你的胸膛……<br />接着心想着：好了，你要下来了。<br /><br />我把你放在后方，就待在我的身旁。<br /><br />你拍拍我的背，再来是我的头。 | |||
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我想告诉你，不要再这样了……<br /><br />但我只是撇开我的眼睛，摆出一副鬼脸。<br /><br />“来嘛，露娜。”你哄着我，甚至抬起我的下巴。“我们几乎就要到最顶端了……或许吧！”<br /><br />我想，也对，我是这里的妹妹……<br /><br />那好吧——也就这一次了。}} | |||
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Eto, I wonder if you were always that light.<br /><br />You tired out after our roughhousing, which meant I was the one who had to bring you up the<br />lighthouse.<br /><br />I had you against my back. You know I prefer the reverse. You're the more pillow-like of the<br />two of us. You knew it wasn't fair. | |||
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Although the world was white, the tower—without any windows on its spiral staircase—was too<br />dark. And with you nearly asleep... well, it'd been a while since I'd found myself alone.<br /><br />I could only hear your breath and the echoes of my own steps. I could only see the distant glow of<br />the top... barely.<br /><br />...I thought about back when we were a little younger, and... I was thinking, didn't you always<br />sing something for me at bedtime? I wondered how it went, and I started— | |||
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"...Hmm-hmm hmm-hmm... little star... How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high..."<br /><br />"Like a diamond in the sky?"<br /><br />...Your voice followed.<br /><br />I continued up the stairs, but I stopped the children's tune.<br /><br />"A baby song, Luna?" you asked. Your voice sounded groggy—but definitely awake.<br /><br />I said nothing. I could feel heat in my face and in my ears that I never wanted you to see. | |||
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"You didn't get to the part about the sun going down," you said, nuzzling into the back of my hair.<br />To that I replied:<br /><br />"Shut up."<br /><br />You giggled, your breath tossing the strands.<br /><br />"There's no night in this place anyway," I reminded you. "Forget it."<br /><br />"Actually, that song never mentions the Moon, does it...?" you said.<br /><br />I repeated myself: "Forget it." | |||
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"Also... you're still going to carry me up there, hm?" you asked.<br /><br />"You really don't let go once you've got your fangs in me, huh..." I muttered. I could feel the smile<br />on your face. Thinking on it, I could feel your chest, too...<br />And I thought: alright, you're coming down.<br /><br />I set you down behind and beside me.<br /><br />You patted my back, then my head. | |||
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I wanted to tell you to stop that...<br /><br />But I only turned my eyes away and grimaced.<br /><br />"Come on, Luna," you coaxed me, even lifting my chin. "We're almost at the top... probably!"<br /><br />I thought: right, I'm the little sister here...<br /><br />So I'd allow it—just this once.}} | |||
=== 10-5 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#10-4|10-4]],购入[[Binary Enfold]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[露娜]]通过[[Memory Forest]] | |||
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我们已经登上灯塔，通常那会有一盏灯在那扇窗台不断闪烁着——<br />我们其中一人把手放在膝盖上跨坐在那里。<br />另一人则站在她的身旁，一手扶在那个窗台上，用一种从未听过的的节奏拍打着。<br /><br />在看向其他事物前，我们就这样看着彼此。<br />而我们另一只手，指尖碰着指尖；有时一只，有时则是两只，<br />漫不经心地玩着除了按压对方的指头外毫无规则的游戏。 | |||
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“如果我真的开始变得比你更好，你会怎么做？”妹妹问道。<br />“如果我开始每次都获得更多的掌声，或是每次都在卡牌游戏上击败你，或是——”<br /><br />姐姐回道：“你的假设真多。”“很多如果——而且都是很大而空的如果，不是吗？”<br /><br />“这个嘛……”另一人开始说道，一边心不在焉看着我们身后那盏破碎的灯。“嗯，是这样没错。”<br /><br />我们继续那场漫无目的的游戏。 | |||
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“但你不该就此放弃。何况真的不必由我来告诉你这点，对吧？”<br /><br />……我们一起笑了。<br /><br />我们携手一起将目光转向那片景色。 | |||
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世界早已干枯。而我们唯一发现的生命就仅剩彼此。<br />那无形的太阳无情地击垮所有的一切。我们依然相互连接着，看着这一切，保持放松。<br /><br />悄然无声之间，我们似乎达成了共识——<br /><br />“我想要再试着种种看花草……”<br /><br />“对，我也是……”<br /><br />我们凝视着Arcaea，没有再多说什么。 | |||
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一颗红色彗星划破天际。<br /><br />我们看向天空……<br /><br />……黑夜早已降临。}} | |||
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We'd summited the lighthouse, and where a lamp would usually be shining—on that sill, one of us<br />sat with a hand across her knee. The other stood beside her, one hand on that same sill, tapping<br />to an unheard rhythm.<br /><br />We looked at one another before looking at anything else. With our free hands we touched our<br />fingers together, one and sometimes two at a time, inattentively playing a rule-less game of<br />matching pad presses. | |||
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"What will you do if I really start getting better than you?" the younger of us asked. "If I start always<br />getting louder applause, or I start always beating you at cards, or—"<br /><br />"That's a lot of speculation there," the older of us replied. "So many ifs—and they're BIG ifs, aren't<br />they?"<br /><br />"Well..." the other began, staring absently at the broken light behind us, "yeah, they are."<br /><br />We continued our purposeless game. | |||
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"But you shouldn't give up. And I don't really have to tell you that, do I?"<br /><br />...We smiled at that.<br /><br />We joined hands, and turned our attention to the landscape. | |||
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The world was dry. The only life we'd found in it had been one another's. The sun, unseen, beat<br />down mercilessly on everything. We remained connected. We watched, and we relaxed.<br /><br />Quietly, we kind of suddenly agreed—<br /><br />"I want to try planting a garden again..."<br /><br />"Yeah, me too..."<br /><br />We stared out at Arcaea, saying nothing more. | |||
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A red comet cut the sky.<br /><br />We looked out at the day…<br /><br />...and night began to fall.}} | |||
=== 10-6 === | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#10-5|10-5]],购入[[Binary Enfold]]曲包<br>解锁要求：采用[[爱托]]通过[[Singularity]] | |||
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那都是很久以前的事了。<br /><br />当夜幕降临，天空再度被划破以前——<br /><br />……其实，当她们握着那把随身携带的剑时，总是能感觉到……<br /><br />……感觉到，即便这已是来世，事情依旧会再度走到尽头。<br /><br />Arcaea 会发生不可逆转的改变，就在一瞬间，就这样糟糕地开始了。 | |||
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然而，当现在一切真的就要发生的时候，她们反而从容以对。<br /><br />毕竟，当人们知道自己时间所剩不多时，还会说些什么呢？<br /><br />“我会说，剩下的时间我想好好玩一玩——”<br /><br />“我会说，剩下的时间我想变开心一点——”<br /><br />“——但说实话，剩下的时间我只想和你一起度过。” | |||
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……现在，她们再度踏上旅行。<br /><br />“露娜，来吧。”年长的那位这么说。<br /><br />年轻的则是顺着被毁的楼梯往下走了几步。她不断回头看着已经摧毁的一切。<br />她才刚踏出几步，阶梯就开始瓦解了。<br /><br />她跳了下去，她的姐姐接住了她，她们脚下的地面也随之裂开和晃动。<br /><br />她们紧抱着彼此，看向那碎裂的地平线。<br /><br />天空破裂了。大地破裂了。在世界某个深处，有什么东西已经完全碎裂，从而全世界都开始瓦解了。<br /><br />然而，她们也只能继续前进。 | |||
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我们可以随时回去。我们也可以随时回来。<br /><br />女孩们再度踏上旅程，跳跃在白色世界的破败碎片上时，或许会这样想。<br /><br />那么，只要再踏出一步，再经过一次旅行……<br /><br />只要再看一眼，再唱一首歌曲……<br /><br />她们现在向上空飞去。她们正腾空在一切万物之上。 | |||
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两人微笑着并握住彼此的手，将她们的钥匙瞄准天空——对准依旧以残余之姿游荡的Arcaea。<br /><br />她们在周围绽放的光芒中进入了另一片记忆。<br /><br />那就对了，一直都是如此：<br /><br />只要再来一支舞。}} | |||
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That was all a long time ago.<br /><br />When the night fell, before the sky was shattered again—<br /><br />...Actually, when they gripped the blades they always had with them, they always got the sense...<br /><br />...The sense that, although this was after life, things would still come to an end again.<br /><br />Arcaea would irreversibly change—and quite suddenly, and quite terribly, it began to. | |||
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However, now that it is actually coming to pass, they took it in stride.<br /><br />After all, what does one say when they learn they haven't got much longer?<br /><br />"I could say that I'll spend this playing around—"<br /><br />"I could say that I'll spend this trying to be happy—"<br /><br />"—But honestly, I'd just want to spend however long we have with you." | |||
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...They're traveling again, now.<br /><br />"Luna, come on," says the older one.<br /><br />The younger takes some steps down a ruined staircase. She's been looking back where everything<br />had fallen down. When she walks only a little, the stairs begin to crumble.<br /><br />She leaps down; her sister catches her as the earth splits and shifts below them as well.<br /><br />Hugging one another, they look out to the broken horizon.<br /><br />The sky is broken. The land has broken. In some deep part of the world, something has utterly<br />fractured, and so it has begun to collapse.<br /><br />And yet, they merely continue on. | |||
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We can always go back. We can always return.<br /><br />Perhaps the girls are thinking that as they set off once more—as they leap over the decaying<br />pieces of the world of white.<br /><br />So, one more step, one more trip...<br /><br />One more sight, one more song...<br /><br />They take flight now. They rise above it all. | |||
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Smiling, the two hold one another's hands and aim their keys at the sky—at the Arcaea still<br />swimming through what remains of it.<br /><br />Light glows all around them, and they enter another memory.<br /><br />That's right, always:<br /><br />One more dance.}} | |||
==Short(短篇)== | |||
短篇故事是牵涉到限时活动[[搭档]]的故事。 | |||
===6-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[Scarlet Cage]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Purgatorium]] | |||
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她期望着能在这里见到其他人。<br><br>她不知道自己为何这么想。她的周围是一片白色的荒芜，只有褪色已久的废墟，<br>却毫无生灵的迹象——她自己则是个例外。<br><br>自苏醒于此处之后已经过去了几天，她却无法找回任何的记忆。<br>从前，她曾行走于天涯海角，探索力所能及的未知。眼前的这片破败的建筑并没有办法为她解惑。<br>所有的建筑都空无一物……虽然她觉得这些建筑本身看着眼熟，<br>却无法回忆起她究竟在何时得知了它们的名字、形状和作用。<br><br>她一次又一次地遇到这种状况：知道“是什么”，却不知“为什么”。<br>这对她来说倒也只是个烦恼，毕竟关于这个世界——以及她本身——还有更加明显、更加重大的事情需要去思考。<br><br>不过必须得说的是：这可真是个令人抓狂的怪地方呀。 | |||
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她紧紧地抓住肩膀上的吉他背带，于是问题来了：她是在哪儿拿到它的？<br>她到底为什么要带着它？虽然醒来时它就在她的身边，她却无法解答这些问题。<br>她只知道拨动琴弦、奏响旋律、在音品上方按住琴弦、作出更多旋律。<br>要适时地弹奏它，创作出节奏、音调、和弦、和声。更重要的是，当她握着它的时候，感觉非常的……安心。<br><br>但为什么？不，她不知道为什么。为什么她不知道呢？<br><br>她陷入了一片沙漠中，这是亘古岁月中的水流侵蚀所形成的。<br>然而周围并没有水，甚至连液体都不存在。这里怎么会有沙漠？行走，她知道如何行走。<br>为什么？她不知道答案。她从来就没获得过答案。<br><br>这些知识，甚至是“记忆”，真的有哪怕一丝的价值吗？<br>她真的“记得”这些东西吗？她是否已经“忘却”了别的东西？<br>她似乎失忆了，但失忆怎么会是这么的……有选择性？ | |||
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拥有知识，却不清楚知识的由来，这种情况让她陷入了深深的失落。<br>这让她显得不完整。就好像有人剥去了她的皮肤、肌肉和骨骼，然后组装到了另一个不相称的容器中<br>，还忘记了放入其它重要的东西，把空虚的她丢在了这里。<br><br>她讨厌无知。<br><br>她的脑海中有无数的疑问如万花筒般流转不息。<br>她强迫自己把注意力放在突然出现的、数不胜数的拐角上。但答案呢？还是没有。这里没有答案。<br><br>在她的赤足探险中（她一开始就决定把鞋挂在脖子上，因为硕大的鞋跟在这样的地形中不方便），<br>她几乎毫无收获。实际上，她看到的越多，就越是感受到自己的无知。<br><br>她讨厌无知。她知道自己周围的很多东西，却感觉对自己一无所知。<br><br>她看到的大多数东西都令人迷惑、毫无意义——尤其是那些莫名奇妙地飞舞在空中的玻璃。<br>那些玻璃向她展现了其他的人、其他的时代、其他的世界。这些镜像激起了最为古老的共鸣。<br>这些镜像，她觉得无疑是自己熟悉的东西。 | |||
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不过，所谓的熟悉终究也只是一种感觉。玻璃展示的镜像中从来没有她自己的身影。<br>这些场景并不是她所记得的过去。它们并不是回忆……至少并不是她的回忆。这些Arcaea，都不属于她。<br><br>她的情绪陷入消沉。这种消沉逐渐催生出担忧、疏离、迷惑和孤寂，<br>并让她感觉自己的内心缺失了某个重要的东西。她一点儿也不喜欢这种感觉。<br><br>她又开始了行走。行走好像总是能缓解她的情绪。这让她能够转而关注自己周围的东西，或者说，外界。}} | |||
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She kept expecting there to be more people here.<br><br>She wasn’t sure why. All around her was a white wasteland, filled with nothing but faded, ruined<br>buildings, bereft of all life—all except for her.<br><br>In these few days since waking up in this place, without any recollection of what happened before,<br>she walked quite far and explored what she could. The tattered structures did little to answer her<br>questions. Each of them was empty... and while she found the architecture itself familiar, she<br>seemed to have no memory of when she’d learned their names, their shapes, their functions.<br><br>Time and again, that was the idea she’d come back to: knowing "what", but not "why". It could be<br>the idea was just a distraction for her, something to ponder in favor of the more obvious, weightier<br>things regarding this world—and inside herself.<br><br>She had to say, though: this was certainly a bizarre and bewildering place. | |||
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She pulled her guitar’s strap tightly over her shoulder, and the questions returned. Where had she<br>gotten it? Why in the world was it with her? Despite having woken up alongside it, she couldn’t<br>answer those questions. She only knew to pluck the strings to make sounds, to hold the strings<br>over the frets to create others. To strum them in time, to create rhythms, melodies, chords,<br>harmonies. More than that, it was almost... comforting, when she held in her hands.<br><br>But why? No, she did not know why. Why didn’t she?<br><br>The sand around her—eroded over eons by water. No water here. No liquid, even. How was there<br>sand? Walking. She knew how to do that. Why? She had no answer. She never had any answers.<br><br>For what it was worth, was any of this knowledge even "memory" at all?<br>Was she "remembering" these things? Had she "forgotten" other things?<br>It seemed to her she had amnesia, but was amnesia this... selective? | |||
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Knowing things, but not knowing why that knowledge existed within her, had her deeply and<br>fundamentally upset. It made her feel like an incomplete person. Like someone had removed her<br>skin and muscles and bones and placed them into some false container, but had forgotten to put<br>in all the other important things, leaving her hollow, forgotten.<br><br>She hated not knowing.<br><br>A kaleidoscope of questions shifted and rotated in her mind. She forced herself to focus on all the<br>sudden and overwhelming turns and angles. But answers? Again, no. There were no answers.<br><br>During her barefooted expeditions (she decided early on to keep her shoes looped around her<br>neck, since the large heels were inconvenient for the terrain) she’d learned next to nothing.<br>In fact, the more she saw, the less she felt that she knew.<br><br>She hated not knowing. She knew so many things about what was around her, and yet she felt<br>like she knew nothing of herself. So much of what she saw was baffling nonsense—not least of all<br>the glass wandering through the air for seemingly no reason. Glass that showed her other people,<br>other times, other worlds. Reflections, resonating in the oddest ways. Reflections, she thought,<br>which were undoubtedly familiar. | |||
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Yet the familiarity was but a feeling. The glass never showed her in their reflections.<br>These were not scenes of a remembered past.<br>These were not memories... or, at least, they were not hers, these Arcaea. Nothing was hers.<br><br>Deep down, her emotions shifted. With that shift came a growing sense of concern, of being out of<br>place, of confusion, of faint loneliness, of something crucial being missing somewhere inside her.<br>And she didn’t like it one bit.<br><br>She started walking again. Walking always seemed to help.<br>It let her focus on what was around her instead. On what was outside.}} | |||
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不过对心中盘踞着的那种感觉的忽视也只能到此为止了。<br><br>最终，她坐在了一块稍显平整的岩石上，有些焦虑地用手梳理了一下秀发。<br>她转过头，看到一长串足迹渐渐消失在沙尘中，蜿蜒通向远方的地平线。<br>这里怎么可能会有这么大一片沙漠？她开始有些感到厌恶了。<br><br>在片刻的思绪之后，她拿起了自己的吉他，再次抱在了怀里。<br>那种安心的感觉瞬间回归了，就好像……来自父母或者友人的安慰。<br>她叹了口气。说实话，她能够继续前行的动力完全来自于此。<br><br>她不假思索地开始了弹奏。她的指尖抚过琴弦，安静而细微的和弦为旋律赋予了一丝难得的和谐。<br>她记得如何行走，记得如何弹奏。一丝微笑闪过她的嘴角：这两种行动对她来说就像是呼吸一样自然。<br><br>然而片刻过后，她的嘴角再次垂下，失去了笑意。已经有歌词涌到了她的唇齿之间，想要加入到这首歌曲当中。<br>它们起初是断断续续、吐露不清的，但在试着描绘一幅完整而有意义的景象。 | |||
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于是，身着红黑礼服的她唱起了歌——在这个白色的世界里，在这个看似单调而无尽的牢笼里。<br><br>逐渐地，她的歌声不再虚妄。感情在她的心中激荡、变得愈发地猛烈。<br>这些发自本能的歌声并不新奇，但也不属于被遗忘的过去。<br>它们一直都在她的心里，只是现在开始了涌动，想要冲出她的胸膛。<br>光是唱出来还不够，必须要叫出来、吼出来，才能让它们响彻在这个死寂世界的每个角落。<br>她竭尽全力地高喊着。<br><br>似乎这就是她最该做的事情。<br><br>她朝着迷惑的心绪咆哮，朝着未知咆哮，朝着黯淡的景象咆哮，<br>然后朝着小小的玻璃碎片中转瞬即逝的多彩回忆咆哮。<br><br>她用咆哮宣泄着——<br>恐惧。 | |||
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在弹奏中的那个瞬间，她终于明白了自己心中的那个感觉是什么。这个空虚的世界，她那空虚的记忆……<br><br>让她感到害怕。<br><br>她是谁？这个寂静的地方是哪里？她的身上将会发生什么？她的过去曾经发生过什么？<br><br>不过她已经知道，自己大概永远也没法知道答案了。至少在这里不行。<br><br>她的声音出现了些许的嘶哑，但她催促着喉咙、压迫着心肺，想要突破它们不知是否存在的极限。<br><br>她的手指在六根琴弦上疯狂地舞动。<br>她能在脑中清晰地聆听到空气的轰隆、尖啸与震荡，感受到其中蕴含的力量。<br><br>这是一股灵魂和音乐的风暴——在她的歌词下涌动着的是澎湃的暗流和沸腾的恐惧，<br>随后又变为强劲的热浪，从她的双眼奔流而出。<br><br>但不知为什么，出于某种她无法道明的原因，这让她稍微好受了一些。不再那么迷惑，也不再那么恐惧。 | |||
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一段时间后，吼叫的回声终于淡去。她的右手最后拨动了几下，随即从琴弦上垂下。<br>她的作品完成了。她的歌声消逝在明亮的天空中，能证明刚才发生的事情的就只有她心中近乎空虚的记忆。<br><br>她用另一只手擦了擦双眼，一边颤抖着，一边拒绝望向那带走了歌声的天空。<br><br>但她随后就笑了。这让她自己也很惊讶。这是发自内心的笑容——是实现成就后的笑容。<br>她用裙子抹了抹手，又自顾自地叹了口气。<br><br>老天啊，这鬼地方真是太讨厌了。}} | |||
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But she could only ignore that creeping feeling for so long.<br><br>Eventually, she sat down on a relatively smooth chunk of stone and anxiously ran a hand through<br>her hair. Looking back, she could see a long set of footprints through the faded sand, stretching all<br>the way to the horizon. How was it possible there was this much sand? She was starting to get sick<br>of it.<br><br>After a moment’s thought, she brought her guitar around and held it, again, in her hands.<br>And there it was again, instantly: that comfort. It was like... a reassuring parent, or a friend.<br>She sighed. Really, that was all that she needed to keep going.<br><br>Without thinking, she began to hum a tune. Her fingers strummed the strings, their quiet, tinny<br>chords adding that precious harmony to her melody. She could remember how to walk, and she<br>could remember how to play. It brought a momentary smile to her lips: how both of these acts<br>came about as natural as breathing.<br><br>Her lips turned down again a moment later, however, losing their humor. Words were coming to her<br>tongue, her teeth, her lips, wanting to be added to this song. At first they were scattered, whirling,<br>trying to form a complete, sensible picture. | |||
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And so, dressed in black and scarlet, she sang—in this world of white:<br>this colorless and seemingly infinite cage.<br><br>Gradually, her words gained volume. Her feelings roiled within her, wild, building in intensity.<br>These instinctive words weren’t new, nor were they old and forgotten.<br>They were always with her, and now they were clawing, screaming their way out of her chest.<br>Just speaking them wouldn’t be enough. They needed to be shouted, roared so that they<br>resounded in the furthest corners of this dead world. She yelled them as loud as she possibly could.<br><br>It just seemed like the right thing to do.<br><br>She shouted about confusion. She shouted about the unknown, about the bleak landscapes,<br>about the bounteous memories in tiny glass shards flitting past for brief moments before<br>disappearing again.<br><br>She shouted about—<br><br>Fear. | |||
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For that one critical moment as she played, she realized what she’d been feeling, deep down.<br>This empty world, her empty memories...<br><br>They terrified her.<br><br>Who was she? What was this quiet place? What was going to happen to her?<br>What HAD happened to her?<br><br>But she already knew that she might never know. Not here.<br><br>Her voice broke for a note, but she pushed past and forced her lungs, should they exist, to their<br>limits.<br><br>Her fingers flew madly across the six strings. She could hear it vividly in her mind, the power, the<br>weaving together of rumbles, screeches, and vibrations.<br><br>A storm of her soul and of music—a tumultuous undercurrent rushing beneath her lyrics along<br>with the simmering dread, growing into a powerful heat, which reached her eyes as well. | |||
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But somehow, in some way she couldn't pinpoint, it made her feel a little better.<br>A little less confused, a little less afraid.<br><br>After a time, the echoes of her shouting faded out. A few final plucks with her right hand, and she<br>dropped it from the strings, her work finished. Her song vanished into the bright sky, the evidence<br>it had ever happened now residing within her near-empty memories.<br><br>She put her other hand to her eyes and rubbed them, shivering, refusing to look at the heavens<br>that had taken her song away.<br><br>But then she gave a laugh. It surprised her. It was an honest laugh—and the smile of a job well<br>done. She wiped her hand on her dress and sighed to herself.<br><br>Man, she hated this place.}} | |||
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这个世界还是那么令人迷惑——那么可怕、空虚而冷漠。<br><br>但现在，她觉得自己已经能够承受它们了。<br><br>她的心里并没有底，但可以肯定，那种恐惧也是她熟悉的东西。<br>她了解这种东西——它会让你双腿打颤、让你吓得跑开、让你无法做出决定、让你成为被它掌控的傀儡。<br>那是对未知的恐惧，是对失败的恐惧。<br><br>她现在只能假设，弹奏这首歌是自己的本能。<br>也许她以前就弹奏过，也许她以前就用咆哮宣泄过恐惧，就用这相同的方式。<br><br>也许她以前也这么做过。至少现在，她觉得自己能应付恐惧了。<br>她现在能更好地掌控自己扭曲的小情绪。如果她希望在这个令人困惑的世界中保持理智，<br>就需要时刻注意情绪，防止自己被恐惧所掌控。不过，恐惧总是如影随形。 | |||
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她呼出一口气，然后调整了一下坐姿，将吉他小心地放在身边，靠在了岩石上。<br>然后，她听到了一声轻轻的叮当声。<br><br>一个小布包掉出了她衣服内侧的口袋，落在了从沙中刺出的岩石上。<br>里面是几根针、一把小剪刀、一个顶针、几卷纺线以及一个卷尺。这是一个针线包。<br>她在刚苏醒时身上就带着它。她只能猜测这个东西是属于自己的。<br><br>她刚发现这个包的时候，心中充满了迷惑。她知道它是干什么用的，但不知道为什么自己会带着它。<br>当然，她“知道”里面的所有东西，但就像自己带着的吉他那样……并没有什么有用的线索能指出它的由来。<br><br>不过现在，当她伸出手想要捡起包时，她看到了自己的袖口，然后身形一凝。<br><br>她……是知道的，不是吗？她知道怎么织出这样的袖口。她知道该如何落下针脚。<br>她知道每一个褶皱的做法。她知道这些颜色具体叫什么。她知道这些衣线就来自于这个针线包。 | |||
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但除此之外就没有然后了。她可以轻松地根据逻辑得出结论，但她的回忆仍然被封锁着。<br>知识与记忆之间存在着残酷的断层……这简直是一种折磨。<br><br><br>不过现在……她不会让这种断层所造成的恐惧席卷自己的内心了。她会承认它，利用它。<br>就算不记得了又怎样呢？重要的是她知道这些东西。<br><br>但是，有一个切实的目标总归是好的。她目前并没有目标，但也许到了某个时候，她也会找到目标。<br><br>她重新动了起来，露出一个发自内心的笑容，一边还在想着这个刚才让她整个人都僵住的针线包。<br>这还挺便利的不是么？至少在这空虚的旅行中，她能保持最佳的着装状态了。<br>想到这里……她的外套并不是很实用，但这是属于她的，她也不会因为这个世界而抛弃它。<br><br>对，这是属于她的。<br><br>它，还有吉他、针线包——在这片记忆的荒原，这些都是属于她的。<br><br>知道这些并没有什么大用，但足够她走过很长一段旅途了。 | |||
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……走过一段路之后，身下的某个东西吸引了她的注意。<br><br>沙中的足迹……<br><br>但它们并不属于她。<br><br>足迹穿过了她的路线，向着左边延伸，尺码显然要小上几号。<br><br>她开始沿着足迹走去，然后看到它们消失在一个小坡后面。<br><br>她的脸上又露出了一个发自内心的笑容。<br><br>哈……<br><br>到头来，自己好像还真有一个观众哎。}} | |||
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The world was no less confusing now—no less intimidating, no less empty, no less merciless.<br><br>But now, she felt like she could deal with it.<br><br>She couldn’t be sure, but she could have sworn that fear was something she was familiar with.<br>She knew things about it—how it could make your legs weak, how it could make you run away,<br>how it could prevent you from making decisions, how it could control you.<br>The fear of the unknown. The fear of failure.<br><br>And she could only assume it had been instinct that had led her to play that song.<br>Maybe she’d done it before. Maybe she’d shouted through her fear before, in much the same way.<br><br>Maybe she had. At least, now she felt like she could handle it.<br>She had a firmer grip on that twisted little emotion now.<br>If she wanted to stay sane in this baffling world, she needed to keep it in check, keep it from<br>controlling her.<br>But it would always be there. | |||
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She exhaled, then turned in her seat and carefully put her guitar aside, laying it onto the stone.<br>Then she heard a soft clink.<br><br>A small cloth bag had fallen out of her inside pocket to the stone sticking out above the sand.<br>In it were several needles, a little pair of scissors, a thimble, a few spools of thread, and a measure.<br>A sewing kit. It had been with her when she’d first woken up. She could only assume it was hers.<br><br>When she’d first found the pouch, it had just confused her. She knew what it was for, but had no<br>clue why she was carrying it. Each of the accoutrements within was, of course, "known" to her, but<br>like the guitar she carried with her... it hadn’t come with any helpful little notes explaining where<br>it came from.<br><br>But now, when she reached down to retrieve the pouch, upon seeing her sleeve, she froze.<br><br>She... knew, didn’t she? How that sleeve was made. She knew the stitches, she knew all of the folds.<br>She knew the exact colors. She knew those threads were in the sewing kit. | |||
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But any further connection escaped her. She could easily draw conclusions based on logic,<br>but her mind still felt closed. That cruel disconnect between knowledge and experience...<br>It was agonizing.<br><br>Now, though... Now she wouldn’t let herself be overwhelmed by the fear caused by that disconnect.<br>She would recognize it, use it. So what if she didn’t remember? What mattered was that she knew.<br><br>A concrete goal would certainly help, though. She didn’t have one yet, but maybe, in time,<br>she could find one.<br><br>A grin crossed her face as she started off again, still thinking of the kit which had just made her<br>shiver. Pretty convenient, huh? She could at least keep her clothing intact on this inane journey.<br>And with that thought... her outfit certainly wasn’t practical, but it was hers, and she wouldn’t<br>give it up for the world.<br><br>Yes. It was hers.<br><br>That, her guitar, and her sewing kit—in this wasteland of memory, they were all hers. | |||
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Knowing that helped a little, and a little help could go a long way.<br><br>...A few steps later, something below her caught her eye.<br><br>Footprints in the sand...<br><br>But they didn’t belong to her.<br><br>Crossing her path, leading off to the left, they were definitely a few sizes off.<br>She stared the way they headed, and saw that they disappeared behind a few gentle hills.<br><br>Another genuine, familiar grin crossed her face.<br><br>Huh...<br><br>Maybe she’d had an audience after all.}} | |||
===8-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[GIMME DA BLOOD]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[GIMME DA BLOOD]] | |||
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无月的暗夜笼罩着森林，似乎是想要将熊熊烈火扼杀在小小的村庄里，防止它逃窜到绵延的葱郁之中。<br><br>厮杀、嚎叫。与烈火相对应的是漆黑的身影，恐怖的形貌发出可怕的声音。<br>空气中弥漫着烟尘和惊恐，这让一些人满心只有夺路狂奔的念头。<br><br>但是对她来说，此时此刻内心里所感受到的却是令人刺激与兴奋的战意。<br><br>一道微光闪过，她那黑曜石般的长剑又撕裂了一只模糊的躯壳。<br>它们看似畸形的野兽，奔跑时四肢着地，战斗时又会灵活地利用后肢。<br>她的斩击直接从肩膀处将其一分为二，但对方的残躯尚未落地，<br>便如一道烟尘般散去，进而又融入那片火焰散发出的烟尘中。 | |||
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就算将这些野兽从山火烟尘中化形的原理放在一边，她仍然对它们知之甚少。<br>野兽和野兽之间是很难分辨的。就她目前的了解，击杀对方只会将其本源送回烟尘之中，<br>然后重新变成野兽，就像一切都没有发生过一样。<br><br>她将华丽的剑刃又送入了一只阴影野兽的身体，顺便瞥了一眼背后。<br><br>村民们差不多要穿过森林了，那一边是不知哪个国家或势力的军队，<br>不断推进的前线想必会庇护他们的安全。<br><br>她得保护他们——不能让这股战意前功尽弃。<br><br>她纵身跃起，任由长发随风飘逸着，几乎瞬间跨过了整个战场。<br>就在野兽即将用烟尘般的爪子撕裂一名逃跑的农民时，她及时赶到并斩下了敌人的头颅。<br><br>那个小个子的壮实农妇在逃亡中略一停顿，<br>朝着这位陌生的剑舞者比了个手势——可能是表示感谢吧——然后匆忙逃走了。 | |||
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剩下的事情花不了多少时间。<br>无论她发现自己身处何地，无论所在的世界有着怎样先进的科技，无论哪里的人们信奉怎样的思想，<br>她都只有一个目的：杀、杀、杀，直到斩除所有敌人为止。<br><br>终于，最后一个村民也磕磕绊绊地跑到了挥舞着长矛的士兵面前。她甚至能看到将士们额头上的汗水，<br>眼神中的恐惧……但她也看到了他们在搏杀时透露出的坚毅。<br><br>最后，她总算把剑放下了，吐出一口自己都没意识到的叹息。她知道接下来会发生什么。<br>一阵疲惫快速袭来——比上次更快了。<br><br>四周的世界开始破碎，就好像它原本只是一块玻璃所映射出的虚像。她闭上眼睛，无神地笑着。<br>惨淡的白光缓缓地包围了她……<br><br>……将她迎回了Arcaea的世界。}} | |||
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A moonless night blanketed the forest, trying to smother the fires blazing throughout its sprawling<br>verdure and the village nestled within.<br><br>Crashes and screams. Horrible sounds from horrible shapes, dark against the flames. For some, the<br>smoke-filled air was inundated with panic, driving them to run as fast as their legs could carry them.<br><br>She, however, felt enveloped in something now familiar to her: an unadulterated thrill of battle.<br><br>Her obsidian-colored sword glinted as it cleaved another of the shadowy figures. They were shaped<br>like malformed beasts, running on all fours yet fighting dexterously on hind legs. Her cut severed<br>its shoulders from the rest of its body—but before it could hit the ground, the body dissipated, as<br>though becoming smoke, before rising into the air to join the smoke from the fire. | |||
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Save for how the beasts appeared to materialize from the smoke of the forest blaze itself, she didn’t<br>know much else about them. There was little to distinguish one from another. For all she knew,<br>killing one would simply send its essence back into the clouds, only for it to come back again as<br>though nothing had happened.<br><br>As she stabbed her ornate blade into another of the shadow-beasts, she spared a glance behind her.<br><br>The villagers were nearly through the forest to the safety of the advancing forward line of some<br>nation or other.<br><br>She needed to protect them—needed to let the thrill within her run its course.<br><br>She jumped, spanning almost a field’s length in a single leap, long hair fluttering behind her, to<br>behead another beast as it raised a smoky claw to gore a fleeing farmer.<br><br>The short, muscular woman paused her escape for just a moment to offer a gesture the<br>sword-wielder wasn’t familiar with—perhaps a sign of gratitude—before scrambling away again. | |||
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It wouldn’t be much longer now. No matter where she found herself, no matter how advanced the<br>world’s technology and no matter what the philosophy of its people, she always had one objective:<br>slay, slay, slay—until, presumably, the enemy was gone.<br><br>Finally, the last straggler from the village made it to the line of spear-wielding soldiers. She could<br>see from here the sweat on the troops’ brows, the fear in their eyes… but she could see the<br>determination in their postures as well.<br><br>Letting down her sword at last, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d kept, knowing what<br>was to come next. She felt the weariness hitting her quickly—and, once again, sooner than the last<br>time.<br><br>The world around her began to fracture, as though it had merely been a projected image made of<br>glass. She closed her eyes and smiled an empty smile. Slowly, she let the pale light engulf her...<br><br>...and welcome her back into the world of Arcaea.}} | |||
===8-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#8-1|8-1]],购入[[GIMME DA BLOOD]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Bookmaker (2D Version)]] | |||
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迷尔并不知道自己的名字，即使她在来到这个死寂世界之前有什么记忆，现在也都遗失了。<br><br>一块玻璃碎片——就是这次将她卷入其中的那块——绕着她转了一圈，然后就飞向了远处。<br>从经验来看，她再也见不着它了。<br>它们叫作Arcaea——这是它们的名字，她在苏醒后就不知为何地知道这一点——<br>它们似乎展示着处于某些特定状况的纷纷世界。 <br><br>她没法触碰这些碎片，但它们能对自己起效。<br>至今以来，它们已经将自己卷入其中十多次，让她参与到各种世界和事件当中，<br>并且都有着明显相同的目标：击败——不，应该是将敌人碾碎在脚下。<br><br>在每一次的经历中，都不可避免地出现一些无法与她并肩作战的人……<br>不过，比起保护他们的念头，还是战斗的渴望更让人热血上涌。 | |||
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她能如臂指使这把苏醒时就带着的宝剑，虽然也不知道它是从哪儿来的。<br>她能感觉到，自己的剑技实在是超乎寻常。她显然能做到各个世界中的人们力所不能及的事情。<br>事实上，即使是她的敌人，在面对面的决斗中也没法造成多大的挑战。<br>她逐渐意识到，真正困难的地方还是在于是否能保护其他人。<br><br>不过，一旦她进入战斗状态，这些想法就都被抛之脑后了。战斗让她陶醉，沉醉于暴力所带来的快感。<br><br>然而这股喜悦似乎正在以超乎想象的速度褪去，只留下空虚和疲惫，而这要花上许多小时，<br>甚至是许多天去恢复。并且，似乎每一次恢复所需的时间都在加长。<br><br>空虚的乏力感让她开始思索自己被卷入的那些世界。虽然她之前相信它们是完全不同的世界，<br>但近来又有些怀疑。感觉这更像是……她在观看某种影像，并且因为某些原因，她能够与之互动。<br>她能感觉到，真相其实显而易见，她本来应该是知道的，只是现在她还抓不到一丝头绪…… | |||
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她将剑扛上了肩膀，疲惫地望向四周。目光所及之处尽是一片白沙。<br>这是一片褪色的沙漠，就像归来后极度空虚的自己。<br>她背后的足迹仍然和她“穿越”前的样子分毫不差。因为静滞无风，也没法判断过去了多久。<br><br>在这里，似乎时间也没什么意义。<br><br>又是一次召唤。眼前再次充满了白光。<br><br>她兀然出现在了某个地方。<br>战火焦灼的大地，硝烟弥漫的苍穹，四处布设的简易障碍，以及深挖进地面的壕沟。<br><br>她茫然四顾，突然感到一阵乏力。<br>召唤的地点从没这么近，以前也都会冒出些弱小的敌人——就像是舞台上无面的群演，毫无意义，<br>但或许又是那些莫名战斗的唯一意义。更重要的是，她的敌人在哪里？<br><br>这次她的战斗在哪里？}} | |||
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Mir did not know her name, and if she had any memories from before this dead world to<br>remember, they were lost to her now.<br><br>A glass shard—the one that had pulled her this time—briefly spun around her before shooting<br>away into the distance. She knew from experience she wouldn’t see it again. They were called<br>Arcaea—their name a fragment of knowledge from her awakening of which she did not know the<br>origin—and they seemed to show other worlds in the midst of certain situations.<br><br>She couldn’t touch the shards, but they could act on her. Over a dozen times now, they had pulled<br>her inside, bringing her into those worlds and situations, with the apparent reason always the<br>same: to defeat—no, to crush her enemies underfoot.<br><br>Inevitably, each time, there would be those unable to fight behind her... though the idea of<br>shielding them paled in comparison to the driving, blood-racing thrill of the fight. | |||
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She was skilled with this blade she had woken up with—wherever it had come from. And something<br>told her that she was too skilled. She could clearly do things that others in these worlds couldn’t.<br>In fact, even her enemies didn’t pose much challenge for her in person-to-person combat. The true<br>challenge, she was learning, was in the protection of others.<br><br>But when she was in the fray, such concerns meant nothing to her. She reveled in the battle—let the<br>mirth of violence course through her.<br><br>That mirth, however, seemed to be draining from her more quickly after the fact, leaving naught<br>but emptiness and exhaustion that took what felt like hours, if not days, to restore. And it seemed<br>to be taking longer and longer each time.<br><br>The absence of adrenaline led her to ponder these other worlds she was being tossed into. Even<br>what had previously seemed to her to be fact, that these were other worlds at all, didn’t feel quite<br>right of late. It was almost more like... she was being shown images, ones that for some reason she<br>could act within. The answer was obvious, she sensed, as though she should have known it, yet it<br>was just beyond her grasp... | |||
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Tired, she hefted her sword onto her shoulder and took a look around. White sand, as far as the<br>eye could see. A desert, drained of its color, mirroring how drained she herself felt upon returning to<br>it. The trail of footprints behind her were exactly as they were before the "spiriting away". Without<br>any wind, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed.<br><br>Not that time seemed to have much meaning here.<br><br>Another calling. Everything turned white again.<br><br>Abruptly, she stood somewhere else. Fields charred brown, smoke in the sky, makeshift fences<br>erected on land and trenches dug into the ground.<br><br>She looked around, suddenly exhausted. The callings had never happened this close together<br>before. And where were the weak ones—that throng of faceless actors on the stage, pointless yet<br>also perhaps the sole reason for being thrown into battle? More importantly, where were her<br>enemies?<br><br>Where was her fight?}} | |||
===8-3=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#8-2|8-2]],购入[[GIMME DA BLOOD]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Illegal Paradise]] | |||
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战争。<br><br>迷尔经历过战斗——但从未经历战争。<br><br>她现在看到了，人们以致命的效率相互残杀，有时惊慌躲闪，有时英勇无畏，有时又丑态百出……<br><br>无论她走向哪里，她都发现别人比她弱小。那是些无辜、害怕又太过年轻的面庞。<br>他们看到她，然后又看向别处，好像把她当成了幻觉，一丝海市蜃楼。<br>她试过不顾一切地保护他们，但他们只会自己迈向死亡。<br><br>无论她走向哪里，她都能发现敌人。士兵们会对已经缴械的敌人举起武器。<br>那些与人性毫无关联的可怕兵器以她未能想象的速度散播着死亡。<br>即使她摧毁它们，也只会有更多的兵器从四面八方冒出来。 | |||
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她冲向另一群人，那里一群身着蓝衣和红衣的两派人马正在彼此交战。<br>她迅速地做出判断，然后干掉了那些身着红衣的家伙。<br>然而在她身后，刚才救下来的那些人却被一种她从未见过的方式瞬间灭杀。<br><br>就这样消散殆尽。<br><br>在头顶上呼啸着的飞行物，如同倾盆大雨般毁灭着地上的一切。<br>那些飞行物上的徽记和身着蓝衣的人身上的一样。它们发出的火焰迅速地带走了诸多的生命。<br>难道说，它们才是该对付的敌人吗？<br><br>她深呼吸，然后向后挥动手臂，摆出发力的架势。在片刻的瞄准之后，她猛地转动身体，<br>怒吼着向空中掷出长剑。利剑划破空气朝那群飞行物飞去，然后如天国之刃般撕裂了它们，<br>在蔚蓝的天空中绽放出橘色与红色的鲜明火焰。<br><br>然后她看到一群人从飞行物中跳了出来，这让她觉得自己的所作所为依然是错误的。<br>白色从那些人的头顶和背后膨胀开来，随后下落的速度也逐渐放缓。<br>是降落伞吗？但对于红方的武器来说，这都是些简单的靶子而已。<br><br>战意正在，快速地消失。 | |||
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疲惫又逐渐占据了她。<br><br>随之而来的还有，绝望——她对战场上的千变万化束手无力。<br><br>茫然——在犯下错误之后，她手足无措，更不知自己究竟要去击败谁。<br><br>恐惧——她害怕自己的决定会导致更糟糕的情况。<br><br>战意消失了。<br><br>就好像一位可靠的伙伴背叛了她，在她危难的关头弃她而去。<br>她双手摸索着，想要找回它。<br>怎么能没有它呢？<br>否则她可就要失去动力了，今后再也无力迈出任何一步。<br><br>她终究还是没能找回它，最后也跟那些受伤的士兵一样，双膝跪地。 | |||
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不知多少个小时过去。<br><br>战场上的怒号已经淡去，只留下战后真正的创伤。<br><br>她双手捂住耳朵，想要隔离那些呻吟和哀叫。她闭上眼睛，想要忽略那些惨象和腥味。<br><br>她自言自语着：“这不是我的错，不是我的错。”<br><br>然而……这就是她的错。她觉得自己本来肯定是能做些什么。<br>她也许能改变些什么——想尽办法地去阻止这一切。<br><br>然而，当她思考自己能做些什么时，她发现自己无能为力。<br><br>这样的思绪不断重复，在她的脑海中萦绕徘徊不去。她感觉自己头晕目眩，心慌神颤。<br><br>最后，她的四周再次被白光笼罩，她被送回了Arcaea世界，一如往常。 | |||
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她立刻就瘫倒在了地上，大口喘着气。<br>她的剑本来在几小时前就被扔上了天，此刻却也横着掉在她身旁， 在沙子上发出干瘪的碰撞声。<br><br>她闭着眼坐了起来，试图忘记一切，试图放空心神，试图不再理会这片纯白世界。<br><br>她来这里是干嘛的？她为什么会出现在这里？<br><br>自从她苏醒后，她的时间只足够拿来睡眠和思考自己之所以被召唤至此的问题。<br>但她缺失的记忆一直是心头挥之不去的阴霾。<br><br>她本来是想要干嘛的？<br><br>她想了又想，还是想不出来。 | |||
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于是她又转过头，看向这片沙漠，盯着背后那条向后延伸出去的脚印。<br>她真希望自己能知道本来的目的地是哪里。<br><br>她不知道的是，她的脚印已经与另一条相连了，虽然距离是有些远。<br><br>但现在，她所能做的只有祈祷。她不知道该向谁祈祷，但她还是如此做着，<br>希望在这片空虚的白色沙漠中，自己能得到哪怕一丝的慰藉。}} | |||
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War.<br><br>Mir had experienced battle before—but never war.<br><br>She now watched people kill one another with deadly efficiency, run for their lives in fear, engage<br>in feats of true heroism, engage in displays of utter dishonor...<br><br>Every way she turned, she found those weaker than her. Innocent, terrified faces, and all too many<br>of them young. They would see her, then look away, as if recognizing her only as a hallucination, a<br>trick of the light. She nonetheless tried to protect them. They would then run to their deaths.<br><br>Every way she turned, she found enemies. Soldiers leveling weapons at disarmed foes. Terrible<br>armaments, disassociated from humanity, delivering death faster than she could have ever believed<br>possible. She destroyed them, and then more would appear on the other side. | |||
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She jumped to yet another group of people, blue uniforms fighting against red, before making a<br>quick judgement and taking down the red ones. Behind, those people she had just protected were<br>wiped out in an instant from a strike she hadn’t seen coming.<br><br>Fading.<br><br>Vessels soared overhead, raining pure destruction down upon the lands. The vessels bore the same<br>insignias as those in the blue uniforms. Their fire swiftly took so many lives. Were they the true<br>enemy?<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she swung her arm back. After a mere moment’s pause to take aim, she spun,<br>hurling her sword into the air with a shout. The blade screamed upward at the small formation—<br>then tore through them, sending wild oranges and reds scattering through the firmament.<br><br>Then she saw the people jumping, and realized her mistake. White flared above and behind them,<br>and their descent slowed—parachutes? But they were easy targets against the red side’s weaponry.<br><br>The thrill was fading. Quickly. | |||
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Exhaustion crept back in.<br><br>And with it, despair—hopelessness at this situation over which she seemed to hold no power.<br><br>Indecision—the uncertainty of knowing what to do after the errors she’d made, and of who it was,<br>exactly, she needed to defeat.<br><br>Fright—the fear that her decisions would lead to something even worse.<br><br>The thrill was gone.<br><br>It felt like a trusted partner had betrayed her. Left her in her moment of need. She reached out with<br>her hands, searching for it. It had to be here. She had no fuel without it. Nothing to give her the<br>strength to take another step.<br><br>Unable to find it, eventually she, like those wounded soldiers, fell to her knees. | |||
---- | |||
Hours passed. The raging battle was now dwindling, leaving behind the true horror of warfare.<br><br>She put her hands over her ears to protect herself from their moans, their yells. She shut her eyes<br>to block out the sights and smells.<br><br>It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, she told herself.<br><br>And yet... it was, still, her fault. She surely could have done something, she thought. She could<br>have changed something—anything to prevent this.<br><br>When she tried to think about what she could have done, however, she found she couldn’t.<br><br>And that process repeated, as it had done the last dozen times. She felt her nerves fraying, panic<br>setting in.<br><br>Eventually, her surroundings whitened, and she was sent back into the world of Arcaea in the same<br>manner as all the other times. | |||
---- | |||
Immediately, she crumpled to the ground, breathing heavily. Her sword, which she’d thrown into<br>the air hours before, dropped down beside her, hitting the sand lengthwise with a dry clap.<br><br>She sat there, eyes closed, trying to forget, trying to make her mind go blank, trying to keep out the<br>sheer whiteness of this damned world’s sky.<br><br>What was she doing here? What did this world want from her?<br><br>Ever since her awakening, she’d only been given the time to ponder her summonings and to sleep.<br>But her lack of memories hung there in the back of her mind like a haunting phantom.<br><br>What did SHE want to do?<br><br>She thought, and thought, and realized she didn’t know. | |||
---- | |||
So she turned her head to look back along the sands, gazing at the long trail of footprints<br>stretching out behind her. She wished she knew where she was going.<br><br>Unbeknownst to her, however, that trail of footprints had already been joined by another, still quite<br>far off.<br><br>But for now, she prayed. She didn’t know to whom, but she prayed regardless, hoping that she<br>would be granted just a little bit of respite, now, on these empty, white dunes.}} | |||
===11-1=== | |||
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她在齿间感受到平坦而又坚硬的表面，那种感觉对味且舒心。 | |||
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尖锐而带锯齿状的边角逗弄着她的舌尖。 | |||
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这是一份关于失去、绝望、失败而最终只剩下痛苦的记忆。 | |||
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但这些并不是她所会使用的词语……如果要她来说的话，她会把这样的一份记忆形容成“悲伤”。怀着悸动的心，她的嘴角不禁上扬雀跃的情绪表露无遗。 | |||
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她已经可以预见这份记忆会有多么地可口。 | |||
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接着，她大口咬下吞没了那片玻璃。 | |||
---- | |||
“唔……”一只白黑相间（还有橘色和绿色）、长得像蝙蝠的生物在她的右手边这样说道： | |||
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“嗯，应该没关系。” | |||
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这位是凡斯。 | |||
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“你肚子饿了吗？”一只黑白相间（还有绿色和橘色）、长得像蝙蝠的生物在她的左手边这样说道：“饿的时候要记得跟我们说一声唷！” | |||
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这位是德莱姆。 | |||
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“嗯！”她脸上洋溢着笑靥闷哼着，双手抱着脸颊。记忆的玻璃在她的牙齿之间碎裂开来，碎片和粉尘包覆了她的舌头，这股感觉好温暖。尝起来像是一道精致的晚餐，感觉是肉，带点顺口且沾了些盐的酱汁调味。 | |||
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但是她再次词穷，找不到适当的词汇来描述这样的感觉。一滴滴口水从她的嘴角倾泻而下， | |||
她唯一脱口而出用来形容这种味觉的词语，就只有“好吃”。 | |||
---- | |||
“那样很好啊，彩梦！”凡斯惊呼道，并且兴奋地拍动翅膀。 | |||
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“好好吃！”她先这么说道，然后才把剩下的玻璃碎片吞进肚里。 | |||
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德莱姆拍动翅膀飘浮在她身后，满脸好奇的样子。““好吃”是吗。”它重复对方所说的话。“彩梦，所谓的“好吃”是怎样呢？” | |||
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“就好像……牛排！”说完，她便只身向前，她的“蝙蝠”伙伴则是紧跟在后。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“牛排吃起来是什么味道？” | |||
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“噢，德莱姆……”她叹气道，语调仿佛像是在跟迷路的小孩说话一样。“你怎么这么笨啊！” | |||
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“我就是不知道牛排尝起来是什么味道嘛！”德莱姆坚定地说道。“味道如何？”它问道。 | |||
---- | |||
“跟肉一样！”她说道，随即便发现身旁的异状，她从空中取了一片闪闪发光的玻璃放到手中。 | |||
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“这么说，是咸的咯？”德莱姆问道。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“而且很好吃！”她提醒对方，并把这片新的玻璃直往嘴间送。这是一份关于庆祝成就、新生命和欢笑的记忆，如果以她的话来说，这份记忆名为“快乐”。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
凡斯说道：“是啊！吃了咸的食物之后，要吃点甜食，这可是基本常识哦！” | |||
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“你看吧，凡斯比你聪明多了，德莱姆。”她嗤之以鼻地说道。 | |||
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“我正想要这么说呢。”德莱姆说道。“我当然知道，我本来就要这么说。 | |||
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她吸吮着这份新的玻璃，只是心不在焉地随便回了一句“嗯哼”，接着便挥舞着手臂哼唱起来。 | |||
这片玻璃的味道和触觉都像是糖。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她们眼前是一望无际、向前延伸的白色世界。她们身后的土地，则是布满着废墟。不论是身前还是身后，都是一样的—— | |||
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不论所到何处，四周都有玻璃碎片。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
无论何处都是现成的大餐。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她用臼齿将记忆的碎片咬成两半，这个记忆的历史就这样随风飘散。 | |||
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这个世界充满着食物，而且她从苏醒以来，就没有任何一刻不觉得饿的。}} | |||
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Between her teeth,the flat,hard surfaces feel-they FEEL right,and comfortable. | |||
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The sharp and jagged edge tickles her tongue. | |||
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A memory of loss: of desperation, failure, and ultimately anguish. These aren't the words she'd use... She would describe this memory as "sad", herself. In anticipation, her lips tug upward with a giddiness she cannot hide. | |||
<br><br> | |||
She already knows-this will be savory. Now,she bites into the glass. | |||
---- | |||
"Ahh," utters the white and black (and orange, and green), bat-like creature at her right. "Well,that's fine." | |||
<br><br> | |||
This is Fans. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Were you hungry?" asks the black and white (and green, and orange), bat-like creature at her left. "Tell us when you are!" | |||
<br><br> | |||
This is Drem. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Mmm!" she moans with glee, holding her cheek. The glass has broken between her teeth. The shards and dust coat her tongue. It feels warm. It tastes like a fine dinner: like meat,with flowing,salt-kissed juices. | |||
<br><br> | |||
But her vocabulary is,again, somewhat limited. All she has to say to describe the taste, as a bit of saliva drops from the cormer of her mouth, is "Delicious!" | |||
---- | |||
"That's great, Ayu!" Fans exclaims, flapping its wings excitedly. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"It's yummy!" she declares before swallowing the remaining fragments. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Drem hovers behind her with some curiosity. "Huh, 'yummy'." It repeats. "What sort of 'yummy', Ayu?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Like... steak!"With this stated, she begins to march forward,and her "bat" familiars follow. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"What does steak taste like?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Oh,Drem..." she sighs,with the same intonation that she might use for a lost child. "You're so dumb!" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"I just don't know what steak tastes like," Drem asserts. "Like what?" it asks. | |||
---- | |||
"Like meat!" she declares, and-spotting something unusual-she plucks a shining piece of glass from the air. | |||
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"So,salty?" asks Drem. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"And yummy!" she reminds it, popping the new glass between her lips. It is a memory of celebration: accomplishment,new life,and mirth.She would call it "happy". | |||
<br><br> | |||
And Fans announces,"Yeah! Having something sweet after something salty is common sense! | |||
<br><br> | |||
"See? Fans is smarter than you, Drem," she says, laughing once through her nose. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"I was going to say that," says Drem. "I knew that, and I was going to say it." | |||
---- | |||
Sucking on her new glass,she absently answers "Uh-huh" and begins to hum, swinging her arms to her chosen time. The glass tastes and feels like sugar. | |||
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A world of white stretches out before them.Behind them, the land is filled with ruins. Before and behind are the same- | |||
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And everywhere,there is glass. | |||
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Everywhere,a waiting meal. | |||
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She splits the memory apart with her molars. Its history dies. | |||
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The world is full of food, and ever since she awakened, she has been ceaselessly hungry.}} | |||
===11-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#11-1|11-1]],购入[[init()]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Rugie]] | |||
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她们永远都不会累，她不会，那两只蝙蝠也不会。 | |||
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德莱姆坐在她头上，两边的翅膀开始拍打她的脸庞。凡斯飞翔在高空，大喊有一大群一一 | |||
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“一大群……白色的东西！”她的伙伴大喊。“彩梦，是白色的玻璃！ | |||
<br><br> | |||
“甜食吗？”彩梦不顾眼前不断拍动的翅膀问道。就在她的嘴巴和鼻子还在因为咀嚼的动作而上下起伏时，第二只蝙蝠说道： | |||
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“往右边走，快！” | |||
<br><br> | |||
凡斯附和道：“没错！往右！” | |||
---- | |||
“有更多的甜食吗？”彩梦再次问道。“更多的甜食……”她发出呻吟，双肩下垂。翅膀还在轻轻拍打着她的前额。“各位，你们明明就知道我比较喜欢……你知道的……喜欢多一点食物种类……” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“根本不是那样的，好吗？”凡斯这样告诉她。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
而她则问道：“ ‘什么’ 不是怎样？”。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
德莱姆此时终于从她头上飞开。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“彩梦。”它呼唤对方，双翼不再往她脸上拍打，而是在她的面前拍动。 | |||
“你不是很饿吗？” | |||
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“我哪次不饿。”她回应道。她翻了个白眼接着说道：“来吧，德莱姆。 | |||
---- | |||
“那样的话，你还是吃份大餐比较好哦！”德莱姆大喊，激动地拍动着它的翅膀。她认得那股动能，双脚缓步向前、眼神开始游移。“那里有好多的玻——……如果吃——……更好的……那真是……还有……” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她在两旁风格迥异的建筑之间的道路上看见满满的玻璃碎片。她一眼就能看出，那些记忆里面有着快乐和痛苦在等着她。她瞥了德莱姆一眼，接着便动身往那条道路慢慢晃了过去。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“嗯哼？”她在听见其中那只比较烦人的蝙蝠尾音上扬的问句后，这样回复道。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“没错！”它大叫道。“那么一—” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她继续往前走，很快就来到刚才看到的那条道路，奇怪的玻璃碎片飘浮在头顶上方的空中。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她从玻璃的倒影中看见了过去的景象，她的肚子发出咕噜咕噜的叫声。 | |||
---- | |||
接着，她又伸手去抓了另一片不同的玻璃碎片。 | |||
一只手握住光明，另一只手掌握着纷争，彩梦将两块玻璃碎片同时往嘴里送……然后大口咬下。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
混合在一起的味道立刻就让她着了迷。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“啊……你又来了。”德莱姆叹气道，它这才发现原来对方早就没在搭理它了。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“不对、不对，这样不对。”她的蝙蝠凡斯哀叹道。“有问题的并不是这个地方，而是我们刚才提到的那一团混乱……！唉……”它叹口气，心想算了。接着，它承认道：“至少她看起来很开心。” | |||
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“嗯。”德莱姆停顿了一下才又接续着说道：“你说得对，至少她看起来很开心”。 | |||
---- | |||
确实如此，这两种味道混合在一起实在美味至极。毕竟鲜少有机会看到这两种玻璃碎片同时出现，所以她每次都会想要多把握这种机会。此地乃一宝库也，她笑得合不拢嘴。 | |||
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但是下次，她的这两只蝙蝠还会再提醒她。而且下次，她会懂得听对方的劝告。就好比玻璃碎片在齿间滑动的感觉，她发现这两只蝙蝠所说的话偶尔也是“正确”的，而这样的正确感令她感到满足。她受到满足感所驱使，并且会为了获得满足感而采取行动。这样的存在朴实无华，但存在是否还需要更多的理由呢？ | |||
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如果说倾听他人的意见与想法能够让她感到满足的话…… | |||
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又或者说如果寂静与沉默也能偶尔令她感到畅快的话…… | |||
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如果是这样，那么她愿意在短暂的片刻中张大耳朵、用舌尖仔细品味。}} | |||
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They never tire: not her, nor her bats. | |||
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Drem sits on her head and beats its wings into her face. Fans is flying high, and shouting about crowds- | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Crowds of... white!" the familiar cries. "White glass, Ayu!" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Sweets?" Ayu asks through the still-beating wings. As it continues to thump her mouth and nose,her second bat enunciates: | |||
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"Go.To.The.Right!" | |||
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Fans adds, "Yeah! The right!" | |||
---- | |||
"More sweets?" Ayu asks once more. "More sweets..." she groans as her shoulders sink.Wings continue to strike her forehead softly."You already know I like it more with some, y'know... That I like VARIETY more, guys..." | |||
<br><br> | |||
"That's not how it works," Fans tells her. | |||
<br><br> | |||
And she asks, "It's not how 'what' works?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
Finally,Drem lifts from her head. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Ayu," it addresses her, flapping now in front of her face rather than into it, "aren't you hungry?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"I'm always hungry," she replies. And, she rolls her eyes, saying, "Come on, Drem." | |||
---- | |||
"Then it's better if you have a big meal!" Drem cries, beating its wings enthusiastically.She recognizes the motions, slouches slowly, and her gaze begins to drift. "There's a lot of gla-.. if you ea-...Have a better...That's...And..." | |||
<br><br> | |||
She spots a menagerie of shards on a path between two houses from two cultures.She can tell at a glance that memories of pleasures and memories of pains await her there.She glances at Drem, then starts wandering toward the path. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Mm-hmm?" she replies, hearing the upward inflection of a question from her more pestering bat. "That's right!" it shouts. "So-" | |||
<br><br> | |||
She continues to walk, and soon finds herself along the path proper, queer glass floating overhead. She sees old days in the reflections.Her stomach growls. | |||
---- | |||
And she grabs an opposing pair. | |||
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With light in one hand, and conflict in the other, Ayu brings both pieces of glass toward her mouth... and chomps down. | |||
<br><br> | |||
The mixture is at once a delight. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Aaah...there you go again," Drem sighs, finally realizing that it has lost her attention. | |||
"Wrong,wrong,wrong," bemoans her bat Fans. "It's not HERE that's a problem,it's the... The big mess we were telling you to...! Hahhh..." It sighs. It relents. And, it admits:"At least she looks happy." | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Well," Drem begins, pausing a little while before it says, "yes. At least she looks happy." | |||
---- | |||
It is only the truth: these are two tastes that taste great together. It is a rare thing to find them side by side, and so she always feels coaxed by the opportunity.What this is is a treasure trove.Now,her smile is interminable. | |||
<br><br> | |||
But after, her bats will beckon her again. Next time,she will listen.Like glass between her teeth,she finds that hearing them,sometimes, feels altogether"correct".And that correctness is satisfying.She is driven by satisfaction-she acts to the end of satiation. It is a simple existence, but does existence need to be anything more? | |||
<br><br> | |||
Ultimately,if listening might let her be sated... | |||
<br><br> | |||
And if silence will sate her too,now and then... | |||
<br><br> | |||
Then her ears will be open, and her tongue will, for a time, be still.}} | |||
===11-3=== | |||
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充满甜味的大量玻璃碎片从视野中消失，但她们很快就又找到了一大片乌漆墨黑、看似相当美味的碎片。 | |||
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彩梦、凡斯和德莱姆站在一处破碎的平面，用觊觎的眼神看着下方那一团黑色玻璃，这些碎片不断旋转、搅动并抹灭光线。玻璃碎片彼此碰撞摩擦，发出的声响令人联想到悲鸣与哀号。 | |||
有关终结和殒落的记忆被囚禁着，似乎正在发出痛苦的哭喊。彩梦看着这一幕，内心充满好奇的想法。这个世界感觉好奇怪。 | |||
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“彩梦。”德莱姆说道，这使她短暂将视线从这团玻璃身上移开。“飞进去吧。”这只蝙蝠鼓励她这么做。 | |||
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她回答道：“好啊。”接着便从脚下的平台一跃而下。 | |||
---- | |||
她伸展双手，下落的速度瞬间趋缓。她不断碰撞到围绕在身旁的玻璃，虽然这些碎片不请自来，但她也并不排斥。她向前伸出自己的手，这股由碎片所形成的漩涡戛然而止。她呼唤玻璃来到自己的手中。 | |||
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接着，她便开始进食。 | |||
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“彩梦，很好。” | |||
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“彩梦，很棒！” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她露出笑容。她皱起眉头。 | |||
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确实，她内心的饥饿感从未消散。 | |||
---- | |||
不论是玻璃、碎片还是粉尘，在她大口咬下的那个瞬间似乎都会消散无踪。 | |||
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也正因为如此，她才会如此重视味觉这件事。她在大口咬碎玻璃时，味觉几乎是她所获得的唯一回应。老实说，她常常感到自己的肚腹只是一个虚无的空间，而她则必须不断去填补那个无底洞。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
为求拥有感觉，为求体验疼痛。当然，也为了满足她那嗷嗷待哺的舌尖。她大口咀嚼、大快朵颐，亮光逐渐重返她周遭的世界。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她内心里的好奇消失了，这个世界所带来的那股奇怪的感觉也随之散去。没过多久，碎片的漩涡便消失无踪，她的舌尖空舔着自己的牙齿。 | |||
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心满意足。 | |||
---- | |||
她露出一抹灿烂的笑容。 | |||
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“好棒！”她大叫道。 | |||
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“对啊！”凡斯同意道。 | |||
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“看起来很美味。”德莱姆也表示认同。 | |||
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她并不讨厌自己的这两只蝙蝠，她内心里知道，对方只是想要逗她笑。 | |||
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它们也知道她总是有着强烈的饥饿感。 | |||
---- | |||
她降落到地面上，开开心心地向前走。她们聊到了颜色、聊到了飞行和食物。 | |||
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就是她们所在的世界，而这也正是她们之所以出现在这里的原因。 | |||
---- | |||
“那是什么？”德莱姆突然说道。 | |||
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“噢……是什么呢？”凡斯跟着说道，并跟随它伙伴的目光看去。 | |||
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彩梦抬起头来，把目光移向天空。 | |||
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在她的头顶上，有一块玻璃碎片形单影只的飘浮在空中，一动也不动。它使周遭的空气发生改变，从那块碎片所倒映出的影像当中看不出任何端倪。 | |||
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“彩梦，快去吃它。”凡斯说道。 | |||
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“快去吃吧。”德莱姆说道。 | |||
---- | |||
彩梦丝毫没有犹豫，只是很坚定、很开心地点点头。她和她的两只蝙蝠一起向上空飞去。挂着一抹笑容的她面对着这块怪异的玻璃。 | |||
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“说不定……”她一边靠近那块玻璃、一边说道：“这个或许能够填饱我的肚子。”}} | |||
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They lose sight of the swarm of sweets,but soon find themselves at something wide, dark, and most probably very delicious. | |||
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Ayu,Fans, and Drem stand at a fractured ledge leering above a pit of black glass, which swirls, churns,and kills light.Its pieces scrape against one another,and the sound produced is reminiscent of a wail.Those confined memories of ends and falls seem to be screaming in agony. Ayu looks upon it all-in a word-curiously.The world feels odd. | |||
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"Ayu," says Drem, causing her to glance its way. "Fly into it," the bat bids. | |||
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She answers, "'Kay," and she steps from the ledge. | |||
---- | |||
With her arms held out,her descent slows immediately.Glass whips around her carelessly, unbidden and unrepelled.She holds her hand out, and the vortex ceases.She calls the shards to her hand. | |||
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And so,she begins to eat. | |||
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"Good,Ayu." | |||
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"Great,Ayu!" | |||
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She smiles.She frowns. | |||
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Colorful Dream Truly,the hunger never fades. | |||
---- | |||
The shards,the fragments,the dust-they all seem to vanish into nothing when she gulps them down. | |||
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It is for that reason she values taste.Cracking glass between her teeth accomplishes little else.In fact, what she thinks is a stomach often merely feels like a void she is continually compelled to feed. | |||
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For the feeling.For the ache.And,of course,for her waiting tongue. She bites,she feasts,and light slowly returns. | |||
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Her curiosity fades, and the odd sensation of the world along with it. Inlittle time, the vortex is gone, and she is running her tongue along the edge of her teeth. | |||
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Satisfied. | |||
---- | |||
She grins brightly. | |||
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"That was great!" she shouts. | |||
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"Yeah!" Fans agrees. | |||
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"It looked delicious," Drem affirms. | |||
<br><br> | |||
She does not hate her bats. They want her to smile,and she knows that. | |||
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And they know her stomach is always empty. | |||
---- | |||
She lands on the earth and frolics ahead.They chat about colors.They chat about flight,and food. | |||
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This is the world to them, and this is why they are here. | |||
---- | |||
"What's that?" Drem speaks up suddenly. | |||
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"Oh... What is it?" Fans adds, looking to where its fellow familiar is staring. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Ayu lifts her gaze to the skies. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Above,a shard of glass, entirely alone, floats still and steady in the air. It shifts that air. Its reflection is unreadable. | |||
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"Eat that,Ayu,"says Fans. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Go eat it," says Drem. | |||
---- | |||
And easily,Ayu agrees with a strong and cheerful nod. Her bats take flight, and she does too.With a smile,she faces the aberrant glass. | |||
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"Who knows?" she says as they approach. "Maybe it'll fill me up."}} | |||
===12-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[NEO WINGS]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Snow White]] | |||
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“认知”意味着什么？ | |||
<br> | |||
是我们的所想？还是我们的所见？又或者是我们的所感？亦或是我们的所闻？ | |||
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感知到的事物，就一定是真切的？ | |||
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必然如此。 | |||
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所谓的“认知”，必然是一个人透过自己的感官或是他人的说明所获得的感知。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
尤其对小孩来说，这更是个必然的真理。 | |||
---- | |||
我想要跟你介绍一个人，这个人我素昧平生，但我很确定我认识对方。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
曾经，我汇集了她的所有记忆，并且把这些记忆拼凑在一起，通过某种方式成为了一则故事…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
这个故事是这样的…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
……在某个不起眼的宇宙中，某个地处偏远的边陲地带，存在着一颗普通的星体。 | |||
<br> | |||
居住在这颗星体上的人民团结一心。那个文明下的孩童从十岁开始就有机会觉醒从出生起就潜在的能力， | |||
<br> | |||
然后一直保持这样的状态直到十七岁，可谓是这个不起眼的宇宙中相当不寻常的特质。 | |||
<br> | |||
这些孩童的所思所想，能够直接在现实世界中具现化。 | |||
---- | |||
他们不是神，但他们确实是拥有惊人能力的建筑师。他们凭借着这股超凡力量守护自己的世界。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
我们的孩子，便是这些少数拥有如此超能力的孩童当中的一个。 | |||
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那个国家的名称……我不记得了。那个世界也是……我记不清了。不过我还记得， | |||
<br> | |||
她的名字是……“维塔”。 | |||
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某天，维塔在她的房间醒来，透过头顶上的天窗看见户外昏暗的夜色。随后， | |||
<br> | |||
她身旁的朋友也纷纷醒了过来。他们互道“早安”，却是在暮色中起身。过去这两年来， | |||
<br> | |||
他们每晚都重复着这样的例行公事。 | |||
<br> | |||
他们走去洗手间清洗准备。他们谈论着最近正在收看的有声剧以及近期开始阅读的书本或漫画。 | |||
<br> | |||
他们谈论着自己的梦境。 | |||
---- | |||
维塔和其他人穿着同样的制服，在轻松愉快的交谈声中，来到了中央指挥室。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
这个宇宙正处于战争。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
各方强权争夺着孩子无法理解的事物，战火偶尔会烧到他们在外太空的领域， | |||
<br> | |||
不过这些强权大部分时候都只会彼此互相争斗。她的星球在这场战争中采取中立态度， | |||
<br> | |||
而她和其他孩童则是少数被选中的重要人物，必须负起重大使命维护这样的和平。 | |||
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那里有在天空之上战斗的男女；那里有用尽文字与决策与其他世界维稳关系的大人； | |||
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那里有在充满暴力和混乱的时期维护秩序稳定的外派士兵和使节；此外， | |||
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那里还有神经／心灵通道／网格测量（统称 NMPGM），仅些微的力量便能造成干扰， | |||
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而若释放全力则无可阻挡。对于其他世界的许多人来说，这样的能力就是活生生的梦魇。 | |||
---- | |||
这个部分我就不再多加赘述。 | |||
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维塔进入中央指挥室，没有多花心思去赞叹这个巨大空间的宏伟， | |||
<br> | |||
也没有在几层楼高的巨大中庭内因为像漩涡一样汹涌澎湃的混杂思绪和意念而踌躇片刻。 | |||
<br> | |||
她和她的朋友必须扮演好自己的角色，随着他们走向各自的座位，彼此的交谈声逐渐淡去。 | |||
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大家都能感应到彼此的心灵在背负起沉重的责任后不再如刚开始那般放松。 | |||
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他们要为了这个世界、为了和平与繁荣而奋斗——这超乎了太空中的每一片领地， | |||
<br> | |||
领地上的每一位人民。 | |||
---- | |||
她连接至NMPGM。她集中精神，透过意念让大家安静下来……然后开始着手处理她所负责的通道。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她将一切抛诸脑后，尽责致力于自己的工作。 | |||
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……直到她突然之间收到一个未知信号。}} | |||
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What does it mean to "know"? | |||
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Is it what one thinks? What one sees? What one feels? What one hears? | |||
<br><br> | |||
Is perception what grants certainty? | |||
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Certainly. | |||
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Certainly the "known" is what one perceives, through their senses or through whatever they're told. | |||
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For a child especially, that is certainly true. | |||
---- | |||
I want to talk about somebody here: somebody whom I've never met, but whom I feel sure that I know. | |||
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Once, I gathered all of her memories and lined them up, and in a way it created a story... | |||
<br><br> | |||
This is how it began... | |||
<br><br> | |||
...In the terribly far reaches of an unremarkable universe existed a typical celestial body. Upon it, | |||
<br> | |||
its people were united. From the age of ten, the children here had a chance to awaken to something | |||
<br> | |||
they may have been born with, which would stay with them until their seventeenth year: something | |||
<br> | |||
remarkable within the unremarkable universe. What they wished and what they thought could | |||
<br> | |||
manifest within reality. | |||
---- | |||
They weren't gods, but they were unusual architects. And with their magnificent | |||
<br> | |||
abilities, they could protect their world. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Of the few boys and girls born so special, our child was another. | |||
<br><br> | |||
The country's name... I don't remember. The world's, too—I don't recall. Her | |||
<br> | |||
name, though, was... is "Vita". | |||
<br><br> | |||
Vita woke up in her room one day, and saw above her the night sky through a | |||
<br> | |||
dimmed window. As she woke, so did her friends around her. They each wished | |||
<br> | |||
one another a good "morning" and rose for the evening. They had done so every | |||
<br> | |||
night for the past two years. They went to ready themselves in the washrooms. | |||
<br> | |||
They talked about audio dramas they followed, and about books and comics they | |||
<br> | |||
would read. They talked about their dreams. | |||
---- | |||
Vita and the rest, dressed in their uniforms, walked toward the central command room, still | |||
<br> | |||
speaking frivolously. | |||
<br><br> | |||
The universe was at war. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Powers vying for things beyond the children's understanding would occasionally try to breach | |||
<br> | |||
their territory in space, but largely, those powers fought amongst themselves. Her planet | |||
<br> | |||
represented neutrality, and she and the other children were one of several essential bodies | |||
<br> | |||
tasked for maintaining that neutrality.. | |||
<br><br> | |||
There were the men and women who fought in and above the skies. There were the other adults | |||
<br> | |||
who used their words and acumen to broker good relations between her world and others. There | |||
<br> | |||
were the expat soldiers and diplomats who would ensure whatever stability could be ensured in | |||
<br> | |||
those times of violence and decay. And there was the Nerve/Mind Pathway/Grid Measure—in small | |||
<br> | |||
applications a nuisance, and in large-scale invincible and, in the opinion of many outside of | |||
<br> | |||
her world, a sleeping terror. | |||
---- | |||
I will curb the exposition and narrate. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Vita entered central command taking no pause at its grandiosity and majesty—no hesitation at the | |||
<br> | |||
cacophony of thoughts and wills swirling throughout the massive, several-storied atrium. She and | |||
<br> | |||
her friends had a part to play, and as they neared their assigned seats, their chatter naturally | |||
<br> | |||
dying, they could all hear one another's minds pulling away from the frivolous as they attuned | |||
<br> | |||
instead to their vital responsibility. | |||
<br><br> | |||
For a world of worth, for peace and prosperity beyond any other throughout all the reaches of | |||
<br> | |||
space—beyond any other within any land. | |||
---- | |||
She connected to the NMPGM. She focused down, quieted the others in her mind...and began to tend | |||
<br> | |||
to her part of the pathways. | |||
<br><br> | |||
She let nothing bother her. She did her work. | |||
<br><br> | |||
...Until it came about that she received an unknown signal.}} | |||
===12-2=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[NEO WINGS]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Sakura Fubuki]] | |||
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……前一个晚上： | |||
<br> | |||
大家在简报中听取了自己所需要知道的一切资讯。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
关于另一颗星球源源不绝的混沌、关于他们的船舰在领域之外遭到劫持的事件、 | |||
<br> | |||
关于预定在下个礼拜进行的娱乐项目…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
他们试图无视死亡的消息，而讨论着即将举办的音乐会， | |||
<br> | |||
或是开心聊着各种大大小小的成就。举例来说…… | |||
---- | |||
除了第四星球以外，另一个更友善的星系似乎总是能够自给自足。他们跟那个星系之间有 | |||
<br> | |||
个简单的交易：他们同意让那群人使用NMPGM，而作为交换，那群人需要从那颗大气扰动强烈、 | |||
<br> | |||
无时无刻都危机四伏的星球中给他们提供资源。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她的同胞心胸宽厚，至少大多数人都懂得给予和接受，这样的关系对他们很有利。 | |||
<br> | |||
人们常常会试着静悄悄地使用或入侵具有心理防卫机制的网络，以此为自己牟利。 | |||
<br> | |||
虽然维塔对此并没有太多了解，但她至少明白其中的道理：如果想要什么东西， | |||
<br> | |||
还是坦白向对方开口比较好。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她有时会询问另一颗星球的混沌究竟从何而起。在她昨晚听取的简报中， | |||
<br> | |||
有关那颗星球的消息再次出现。那是问题真正的症结点。对她来说， | |||
<br> | |||
那些因为鸡毛蒜皮的小事而引起的战争听上去都很愚蠢而且没有必要。 | |||
---- | |||
她常常说…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
“……在这个世界要找点能让自己开心的事情没那么难吧？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
记住这句话。 | |||
---- | |||
她在那天接收到了某个未知的信号…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
她加强自己负责看管的通道时听见一道声音：“西边需要协助，座标是——”<br><br>她的身体一阵颤抖，在环顾周围的其他孩童后，她意识到自己是唯一一个听见这道声音的人。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
在她使用工作站旁边的电脑输入她刚才接收到的那个座标时，她做好心理准备， | |||
<br> | |||
将自己的想法发送了出去： | |||
<br><br> | |||
“请表明你的等级和职位。你是工程部还是沟通部的人？你为什么会在外太空？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
没有人回应她的问题。她内心惶恐不安的继续执行她的勤务，并且时刻注意着通讯的来源。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
良久过后，对方终于做出回应。 | |||
---- | |||
“你听得见我？等等——难道说真的成功了吗？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“既然我能听得见你的声音，那么想必你应该知道要怎么‘说话’吧？你不会是超能力者吧？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她停顿了一下。这样的想法……令人感到背脊发凉。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她告诉对方：“我会保持你的信号畅通，然后把你转接到指挥官那——” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“等等！你应该是NMPGM 的其中一位建筑师，对吧？你来自那个中立国家……！” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“这不是大家都知道的事情吗？”她回覆道，扰人的情绪开始在指尖蔓延开来。 “开始转接——” | |||
---- | |||
“果…果然跟我想得一样！你们这些自大狂妄的家伙，我就知道这样行不通！ | |||
<br> | |||
为什么要派我来做这种事情啊……” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她不经意缓缓捏了一下自己座位边的扶手。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“我并不自大狂妄。”她回覆道。 “我不清楚你是用什么方法入侵的，但他们一定会查清真相。 | |||
<br> | |||
我必须警告你，你最好不要来招惹我们的网络和人民。如果你害我们违反中立原则， | |||
<br> | |||
我们一定会让你付出代价。知…知道了吗？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“但如果你们先自己动手了呢？”对方问道。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她的语气听起来被惹毛了：“你说什么？” | |||
---- | |||
“我是说，如果你们先害自己违反中立原则呢？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“从来没有发生过这种事，往后也不会发生。” | |||
<br><br> | |||
“看样子你从来没有听过彼得罗呢。” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她本来正准备回话，但她紧接着意识到自己确实没有听过这个名字。 | |||
---- | |||
“我要切断这次通讯了。”对方说道。 “但我还会回来。你们的网络这么发达， | |||
<br> | |||
那自己去搜一下’彼得罗‘啊，你那边应该没有搞审查制度这种东西吧？ | |||
<br> | |||
毕竟那里应该是片好地方嘛。再见。” | |||
<br><br> | |||
通讯到此结束。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她的心跳得很快，赶忙在旁人察觉异样之前返回到工作岗位。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她没有听过彼得罗，但明天早上她打算去一探究竟。}} | |||
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...The night before: | |||
<br> | |||
Through their briefings, they were informed of what they needed to know. | |||
<br><br> | |||
About the disorder continuing on another planet, about the hijackings of their vessels within foreign | |||
<br> | |||
space, about the entertainment planned for later in the week... | |||
<br><br> | |||
They tended to ignore the death, and discuss coming concerts—or they tended to talk happily of | |||
<br> | |||
accomplishments. For example... | |||
---- | |||
A friendlier system beside the fourth planet out always seemed to help their own. They had a simple | |||
<br> | |||
deal with that system: allowing this other society to utilize the NMPGM while they provided resources | |||
<br> | |||
from that perpetually dangerous planet with a turbulent atmosphere. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Her society was magnanimous, mostly: give, receive—such relationships served them well. Often, | |||
<br> | |||
people tried to use or infiltrate the psychically guarded networks quietly, for their own gain. | |||
<br> | |||
She did not know much, but Vita at least knew that if you wanted something, you were better off | |||
<br> | |||
simply asking for it. | |||
<br><br> | |||
She sometimes asked what that other planet's disorder—the planet she'd been briefed on again the | |||
<br> | |||
night before—what its disorder truly stemmed from. To her, their fighting over what sounded like | |||
<br> | |||
lost and easily forgettable grudges sounded foolish, stupid, needless. | |||
---- | |||
She'd often say... | |||
<br><br> | |||
"...It's not like it's hard to find things in this world to be happy about." | |||
<br><br> | |||
Keep this in mind. | |||
---- | |||
That day she received an unknown signal... | |||
<br><br> | |||
As she fortified the part of the path she was charged with, she heard, "west and | |||
<br> | |||
seeking aid. Coordinates are—" | |||
<br><br> | |||
And as she flinched, and as she looked around her at the other seated children, | |||
<br> | |||
she realized that she was the only person hearing this voice. | |||
<br><br> | |||
As she entered the coordinates she was given into the computer beside her<br>workstation, she steeled herself and sent out a thought: | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Rank and designation? Are you in Engineering or Communications? Why are you | |||
<br> | |||
offworld?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
Her questions were answered with silence. She nervously continued her duties, | |||
<br> | |||
ever mindful of the source of the transmission. | |||
<br><br> | |||
And eventually, it answered again. | |||
---- | |||
"You can hear me? Wait—it actually works?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"If I can hear you, you should know how to 'talk'. Are you not a Psychic?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
She paused. That was... a rather unsettling notion. | |||
<br><br> | |||
She told the other voice, "I'll be keeping your signal open and bridging<br>you to the commanders of—" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"Wait! You have to be one of the architects of the NMPGM, right!? From | |||
<br> | |||
that neutral country...!" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"There's nowhere that wouldn't know that," she answered, irritation creeping | |||
<br> | |||
over her fingers. | |||
"Initiating bridge—" | |||
---- | |||
"J-Just like I thought! The whole lot of you are arrogant—I knew this wouldn't work! | |||
<br> | |||
Why'd they assign me for it..." | |||
<br><br> | |||
Unintentionally, she slowly pinched at her armrest. | |||
<br><br> | |||
"I'm not arrogant," she replied. "Whatever infiltration methods you're using, they're | |||
<br> | |||
going to be found out. I must inform you that our network and people aren't things you | |||
<br> | |||
want to play with. If you break us out of neutrality, we break you. U-Understood?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"What happens when you break it first?" asked the voice. | |||
<br><br> | |||
And her voice was delivered with a hiss: a sharply sent, "What?"<br> | |||
---- | |||
"I said, what happens when you break your neutrality first?" | |||
<br><br> | |||
"That's never happened, and it wouldn't happen." | |||
<br><br> | |||
"So you've never heard of Petorh." | |||
<br><br> | |||
And when she made to reply—she realized that she hadn't. | |||
---- | |||
"I'm closing this transmission," said the voice, "but I'll open it again. Use your vast | |||
<br> | |||
networks to search 'Petorh'—they don't censor everything over there, right? You're | |||
<br> | |||
supposed to be a good place. Goodbye." | |||
<br><br> | |||
And so the transmission ended. | |||
<br><br> | |||
With her heart beating, she returned to her work before any disruption could be noticed. | |||
<br><br> | |||
She hadn't heard of Petorh, but she would look into it when the sun rose again.}} | |||
===12-3=== | |||
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有件很重要的事情，任何活着而且会思考的生物都应该牢记…… | |||
<br> | |||
……那就是“真相”和“知识”……并非每次都是相同的两件事。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
维塔收到信号的时间点，是在所谓“周末”的几小时惬意时光的前一天。在那之后连续两天， | |||
<br> | |||
她腾出自己的空闲时间在基地的图书馆使用加密信号搜索互联网，<br>这种信号加密原本的功能是掩护她和她的朋友在寻找被禁游戏、<br>美术作品和影片时不至于留下痕迹。大家从来没把它用在正事上过…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
不过，由于彼得罗故事的关系，她很感谢自己有这个原本被大家当作是 | |||
<br> | |||
“玩具”的东西帮助，因为她从未听说过这般严肃而危险的题材。 | |||
---- | |||
…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
我要在这边特别提一下。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
我并不记得我来自哪里。我只“记得”其他 Arcaea 居住者的记忆， | |||
<br> | |||
特别是那些在虚无中的记忆。不过，这次的事件还是很容易回想起来…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
在任何你所能想到的世界中，要找到某个象征着“恐怖”的事物都并不困难。 | |||
---- | |||
在她出生的二十年前，正值 NMPGM 的扩张时期，当时的人们发现了名为彼得罗的小行星， | |||
<br> | |||
但却没有去重视它。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
大约在四百年前，那颗小行星被移民级的星际飞船发现，对方当时因为母星的大气消散而被迫逃离家园。 | |||
<br> | |||
那艘飞船停靠在小行星上，并建立了“彼得罗”……但这一切都没有被官方承认过。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
在没有文件纪录的情况下，彼得罗循着不规律的运行轨道漂泊在荒芜的外太空。 | |||
<br> | |||
这颗小行星并没有被遗忘，因为自始自终根本没有人知晓它的存在。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
在那之后又过了好几百年，她的这个世界也发现了这颗小行星，但大家并不知道小行星上面住着一群人， | |||
<br> | |||
于是便使用 NMPGM 的力量迅速摧毁了大半的小行星。而这个决定的结果就像是…… | |||
<br> | |||
使用炸药过后的下场。小行星有一半汽化，而原本居住在上面的人口 | |||
<br> | |||
直接锐减三分之二。 | |||
---- | |||
彼得罗人向她的世界提出抗议。维塔这边星球的消息来源缺少有关这方面的纪录。 | |||
<br> | |||
根据其他星球的传闻指出，她的世界私底下派出秘密组织掩盖消息，消灭受害者的声音。 | |||
<br> | |||
彼得罗人后来决定跟某颗帝国行星建立联盟，大家都知道这个帝国有着会接受投降者的传统…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
这件事维塔还记得很清楚。听说她的世界曾在某个地处偏远的太空地带爆发了一场……“小冲突”。 | |||
<br> | |||
据说当时帝国派出部队与她世界的部队交战。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
不过，她家乡以外的其他任何消息来源都给出了完全不一样的说法： | |||
<br> | |||
“因为帝国与某个未经正式授权的垦荒者结盟， | |||
<br> | |||
同时也为了消灭对方存在的事实并掩盖自身所犯’错误‘的痕迹， | |||
<br> | |||
他们动用 NMPGM 使某个星区塌缩，杀死了残存的彼得罗人，连一部分的帝国人也跟着陪葬。” | |||
<br><br> | |||
虽然许多消息来源都采用此一说法，但最后真正说服她相信事实真相的， | |||
<br> | |||
还是来源于她自己世界内部网络最深层的那两页报告。 | |||
---- | |||
真相……的开端：她这个采取中立态度的世界，其实只是表面上中立。为了达成所谓的“和平”， | |||
<br> | |||
像“彼得罗”这种类似的故事不在少数。其中许多案例的开端甚至还不是“无意”的疏失， | |||
<br> | |||
有一部分人认为彼得罗的事件也绝非意外。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
……当然了，这些事情她都没有跟其他人提起。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
当然了，等到假日结束之后，她还是像往常那样正常工作。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
当然了，她决定要去找那个未知的信号赴约。 | |||
---- | |||
“我是最后仅存的彼得罗人之一。”对方说道。 “我们只不过是想要逃离罢了。” | |||
<br><br> | |||
逃离那个名为联盟关系的奴隶制度—— | |||
<br><br> | |||
逃离这个混乱的星系—— | |||
<br><br> | |||
逃离她的星球及其无可比拟的影响力。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
“我听说他们的孩童能透过心灵建立通道。我…我们……”对方的声音在颤抖。 “我们就在想， | |||
<br> | |||
说不定孩子能够理解……那些在位者不屑一顾的事情。” | |||
<br><br> | |||
她问道：“你们想要什么？” | |||
<br><br> | |||
对方给出答覆：“我们只想要一条出路。我们……我们听说…这…这个 NMPGM 区通常很安静， | |||
<br> | |||
而且我们知道这个地方地处偏远。我们可以……我们有足够的飞船， | |||
<br> | |||
说不定能到其他的星系去找适合居住的地方，或者是……” | |||
---- | |||
对方告诉她，彼得罗人在受到帝国联盟关系……实质是被奴役的期间，发现帝国正在偷偷研发科技， | |||
<br> | |||
打算监视那些维护 NMPGM 的头脑。他们当时窃取了那个技术。在走投无路、山穷水尽的情况下， | |||
<br> | |||
他们心甘情愿与维塔分享这件事，即便他们知道维塔必须将这样的情报回报给上级。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
但是彼得罗人当初与帝国建立的“联盟”关系，如今已经毫无意义。 | |||
<br> | |||
对方坚称这里的任何事物都没有意义，他们一心只想逃离这个地方。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她很轻易就能满足对方的这个心愿。现代飞船只要一眨眼的工夫就能飞到九霄云外， | |||
<br> | |||
如果能有通道提供超光速旅行则更是如此…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
只要抓准时机速战速决送走对方，应该不会留下什么痕迹……吧？ | |||
<br><br> | |||
是啊…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
她愿意这么做。 | |||
---- | |||
但是——你知道吗？事情是这样的： | |||
<br><br> | |||
NMPGM 过去被用来使星区塌缩，杀死残存的彼得罗人，根本就没有任何漏网之鱼。 | |||
---- | |||
维塔透过通道以外的“视野”自然是能看见飞船，但凭借她的力量有办法辨认出对方是什么样的飞船吗？ | |||
<br> | |||
有办法清楚看清飞船的外观吗？有办法判断飞船的大小吗？ | |||
<br><br> | |||
不行。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她无从知晓。 | |||
---- | |||
当维塔替准备逃离的“彼得罗人”开启通道时…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
……那些通道中瞬间涌入了帝国的战争飞船。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
你还记得那些飞船在通道中的移动速度有多快吗？ | |||
<br><br> | |||
对对方而言也是一样的…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
现代飞船只要一眨眼的工夫就能飞到九霄云外，如果能有通道提供超光速旅行则更是如此…… | |||
---- | |||
在战争飞船进入 NMPGM 后，对方发动迅速且全面的攻势，她的星球根本无力抵抗。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
看样子帝国手上掌握着许多情报，知道每个超能力基地的所在位置，并且优先摧毁了这些重要设施。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
她世界的地表很快便遭到轰炸。当下并没有太多时间能够反应，不出几个小时， | |||
<br> | |||
她的世界基本上已经面目全非。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
尽管他们并没有束手就擒—— | |||
<br><br> | |||
曾经有人尝试反击、尝试接通到另一个信号、尝试尽可能摧毁来犯的敌军船舰—— | |||
<br><br> | |||
但绝大多数情况下，充斥着的只有绝望…… | |||
---- | |||
恐惧…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
自我厌恶…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
火海、战栗、惊恐，这里已然就是地狱…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
他们在这场游戏中“奋战”，但他们所采取的第一个行动，其实早就已经决定了最终的胜负。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
从上方袭来的炮弹标示出她基地的所在位置……<br><br>……然后，终结了她、她的上级还有她朋友们的生命。 | |||
---- | |||
…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
在那之后，这位女孩在一片洁白的世界终醒来，眼眶中噙着泪水。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
……不过，她并不明白自己为什么流泪，也无法解释胸口中所感受到的莫名疼痛。 | |||
---- | |||
她跟我们所有人一样，都失去了生命。她跟我们绝大多数一样，都没有前世的记忆。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
我不禁在想，她如何解释自己流泪的行为呢？ | |||
---- | |||
我想，她在拭泪起身的时候，是否能感受到除了伤痛以外的事情？ | |||
<br><br> | |||
比如说愧疚感。亦或是责任感。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
……我想并非如此。或者我应该这么说：她不应该有这种情绪，也不应该觉得自己有错。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
毕竟，所谓的“认知”到底是什么呢？ | |||
<br><br> | |||
她现在所“认知”到的事情……什么也没有。 | |||
<br><br> | |||
而且……随着这则故事来到结局，在她起身面对这个玻璃世界的同时， | |||
<br> | |||
我们不免还是要提出这个疑问…… | |||
---- | |||
…… | |||
<br><br> | |||
……她是否曾经认知过任何其他的事？}} | |||
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An important fact that any living and thinking being should keep in mind... | |||
<br> | |||
...is that "truth", and "knowledge"... are not always necessarily the same thing. | |||
<br><br> | |||
It had been the day before an ease of hours—the "weekend"—when Vita received | |||
<br> | |||
the signal. For the following two days, she spent her free time within the base's | |||
<br> | |||
library and searching through the inter-network through a signal encryption she and | |||
<br> | |||
her friends typically used to find games, artwork, and videos forbidden to them | |||
<br> | |||
without leaving a trace. It was never for anything serious at all... | |||
<br><br> | |||
The story of Petorh, though, made her appreciate that tool they thought of as a "toy" | |||
<br> | |||
far more than ever, for never had a more serious subject become known to her, nor ever | |||
<br> | |||
one so dangerous. | |||
---- | |||
... | |||
<br><br> | |||
I'd like to make a note here. | |||
<br><br> | |||
I don't remember where it was I came from. I only "remember" the memories of others | |||
<br> | |||
within Arcaea, and particularly within the Void. Still from this, it's easy to gather... | |||
<br><br> | |||
It isn't hard at all to find something to call "dreadful" in any world you can think of. | |||
---- | |||
Twenty years before her birth, during the NMPGM's expansion, a planetoid named Petorh had been | |||
<br> | |||
discovered and pushed aside. | |||
<br><br> | |||
About four hundred years prior, the planetoid had been discovered by an Exodus-class starship | |||
<br> | |||
fleeing a dissipating atmosphere on their home world. The ship docked there and established | |||
<br> | |||
"Petorh"... unofficially. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Without documentation or declaration, and with an irregular orbit, within desolate space, | |||
<br> | |||
Petorh wasn't forgotten—for it was never known. | |||
<br><br> | |||
Her world then discovered the planetoid itself, and without knowing of its habitation, used | |||
<br> | |||
the might of NMPGM to swiftly devastate half of it. The result was something like... the | |||
<br> | |||
utilization of dynamite. Half the planetoid was vaporized, and with it went two-thirds of | |||
<br> | |||
the native population. | |||
---- | |||
The Petorhans sought counsel with her world. Sources from Vita's planet lacked records of | |||
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these pleas. Other planets spoke of theories suggesting the involvement of clandestine | |||
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organizations from her world silencing any petitions. The Petorhans formed an alliance with | |||
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an imperial planet, known for adopting cultures at their surrender... | |||
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And Vita did remember that. Her world had supposedly engaged in a... "skirmish" on some | |||
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distant edge of space. Supposedly the Imperium had struck force against the forces from her | |||
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world. | |||
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However, source, after source, after source from anywhere other than her homeland claimed | |||
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something very different: "Because of the Imperium's alliance with an unregistered group of | |||
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squatters, and in order to eliminate information of their existence/the existence of their | |||
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world's 'mistake', they used the NMPGM to collapse a sector of space, killing the remaining | |||
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Petorhans—and some of the Imperium for good measure". | |||
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And while those many sources told this tale, it took two pages from the deepest sections of | |||
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her own world's inter-network to convince her of the truth. | |||
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The... beginning of truth: the reality that her neutral world merely wore a neutral mask. In its | |||
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reach for "peace", stories like "Petorh's"... were not at all few in number. Most, even, did not | |||
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begin "accidentally"—and there were some who thought the tale of Petorh, too, had started in the | |||
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same way. | |||
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...Naturally, she kept this all to herself. | |||
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Naturally, she returned to work when usual working days began once more... | |||
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Naturally, she engaged the unknown signal again. | |||
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"I am among the last Petorhans," it said. "We only want escape." | |||
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From an alliance that had in fact brought them into what amounted to slavery— | |||
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From the chaos of this entire galaxy— | |||
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From, especially, her planet and its overwhelming reach. | |||
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"I heard that they had children minding the pathways. I—we—" the voice stammered, | |||
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"we thought maybe a kid could understand... what people at the top wouldn't ever bother to." | |||
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She asked, "What do you want?" | |||
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To which the voice replied, "Just one way out. What we... We've heard—this—this part of | |||
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the NMPGM is usually quiet, and we know it's very far out. We could... We have enough | |||
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ships that we could probably find another place with other stars, or..." | |||
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The voice told her that during their alliance—really just enslavement—to the Imperium, | |||
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the Petorhans had discovered that the Imperium had been developing technology to spy on | |||
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the minds supporting the NMPGM. They'd stolen that technology, and being so desperate and | |||
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so burned, they had no issue sharing that fact with Vita—who, of course, would need to report | |||
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this information. | |||
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But the "alliance" the Petorhans had made with the Imperium now meant nothing. Nothing | |||
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here meant anything; as the voice insisted, they only wanted to escape. | |||
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And she could easily grant it. Modern-day ships could travel with almost instantaneous speed, | |||
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especially with the faster-than-light travel provided by the pathways... | |||
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One quick opening, and a quick jump—off the record...? | |||
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Yeah... | |||
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She would allow it. | |||
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But—did you know? This is true: | |||
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The NMPGM was, in fact, used to collapse a sector of space, killing the remaining Petorhans. | |||
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None at all were left. | |||
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Vita's "sight" outside of the pathways could certainly see ships—but could she, with her power, | |||
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identify the KIND of ships? The true, non-vague shape? The size, even? | |||
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No. | |||
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What could she have known? | |||
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When Vita opened the path for "Petorhan" escapees... | |||
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...those paths were flooded instead with Imperium warships. | |||
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And do you remember how fast ships could move through those paths? | |||
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This is also true... | |||
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Modern-day ships could travel at an almost instantaneous speed, | |||
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especially with the faster-than-light travel provided by the pathways... | |||
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Once the warships had navigated the NMPGM, the attack on her planet was swift, | |||
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thorough, and unable to defend against. | |||
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It seemed the Imperium had plenty of intelligence informing them of the locations of | |||
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Psychic bases, as they mostly destroyed those first. | |||
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The surface of her world was bombarded quickly. There was little time to react, and in | |||
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a matter of hours, nearly everything had been. | |||
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Though they did try— | |||
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There was an attempt—to fight back in time, to reach that other signal, to destroy as | |||
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much of the invading fleet as possible— | |||
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But, mostly, there was only despair... | |||
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Dread... | |||
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Self-hate... | |||
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Amidst fire, fear, terror, and Hell itself... | |||
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They "fought" in a game where their own first move had already sealed their defeat. | |||
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A cannon from above marked the position of her base... | |||
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...and ended the lives of her, her superiors, and her friends. | |||
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... | |||
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The girl woke up in a world of white after, with tears brimming in her eyes. | |||
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...However, she had no knowledge that might prompt them—no known | |||
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reason in her head for the pain inside her chest. | |||
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She was dead, like all of us. She didn't remember, like most of us. | |||
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So I wonder what it was she thought of her tears. | |||
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I wonder if, as she wiped them away and stood, she felt anything other than sorrow. | |||
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Guilt, maybe. Responsibility. | |||
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...I don't think that's the case. Or maybe what I mean to say is: she should not feel that way. | |||
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She shouldn't consider herself to have been in the wrong. | |||
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After all, what does it even mean to "know"? | |||
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What she "knows" now is...nothing. | |||
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And...as this story comes to a close, as we think of her getting up and facing the world of glass, | |||
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I think it's very pertinent to ask... | |||
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... | |||
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...Had she ever known anything else?}} | |||
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