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 解锁条件:完成[[#3-3|3-3]],购入[[Absolute Reason]]曲包<br>解锁要求:采用[[搭档#23.咲弥(Saya)|咲弥]]通过[[Cyaegha]]
 解锁条件:完成[[#3-3|3-3]],购入[[Absolute Reason]]曲包<br>解锁要求:采用[[搭档#23.咲弥(Saya)|咲弥]]通过[[Cyaegha]]
====中文剧情====
====中文剧情====
这东西不是血。<br><br>这东西什么都不是。<br><br>这位绅士的喉咙以一种很糟糕的方式被割了开来……但是这段记忆之中缺少了“可怕”的概念。<br>与其说这是一幕破碎,残忍的画面,他的脖子现在看来更像是布满皱褶又遭撕裂的纸张。<br>里头充斥的不是“阴影”,是“负空间”:他的身体里存在着整一片虚空。<br>伤口的边隙上闪烁着星星点点的微弱白光,亮晶晶的碎片沿着她用来刺穿他的刀刃滑落下来,浮于半空……<br>单纯地悬挂于空气之中。<br><br>多纳文无法理解这一刻发生的事。大多数的来宾也因她的举动而感到畏惧万分。<br>人们倒在地上,几位女士昏了过去,多纳文则伸手去摸自己的脖子。<br>几个男人扑向她,将她的前臂拉至后方,并用力勒住她的脖子。<br>少女紧握着手中的面包刀,呆滞的表情映入丈夫迷茫的眼神。<br><br>虽然她并未对宾客的压制行动作出任何挣扎,但她注意到在多纳文的身后,有名女孩陷入了歇斯底里的恐慌。<br>她喉咙深处爆发出的声音愈加扭曲,响度如同波浪般起伏,于空气中炸裂开来。此刻,这段回忆已然破碎。
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事情原本不该这样发展。就算再怎么经历时变,一段记忆也不该成为这种模样。<br>一名妻子,在如此安逸的时刻,无缘无故地突然出手伤害了自己的丈夫……<br><br>她曾希望引起所有人的注意力。而现在看来,她的愿望已经达成了。<br>虽然房间里有少数的人面对这股骚动仍心如止水——甚至有些人就像搞丢了人脸,没法做出表情一样——<br>但是这段记忆的确是第一次经历了如此巨大的变化。至少在这一点上,她成功了。<br><br>这片世界开始崩毁,裂痕显现于她所能看见的任何一个角落。<br>其后出现的现实事物,看上去像要因这段碎裂的记忆而出现褶皱一般。
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她自言自语道:“比起让这整串世界成为度假胜地……这些事物肯定有更高的利用价值。”<br><br>她放开了那把面包刀,见那东西就这样禁止于原地无法移动,叹了口气。<br><br>“这可不是在偷看‘记忆’、‘回声’、‘倒影’——值得一提,也绝对不是‘玻璃’……”<br><br>房间开始渐渐地收缩。<br><br>“又是场毫无价值的梦。”<br><br>这颗星球随之分裂了。
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当那片映像被摧毁后,四周飞速闪烁着白色的浑浊雾影。<br>那片回忆——那片玻璃中蕴含的所有声响化作急流一涌而出。<br>她闭上双眼,站在原地,耐心等待周围混乱的光线与杂音消散。<br>过后,她张开双眼,映入眼帘的虚空中只剩下飘散的微弱荧光。<br>她的心情无比复杂。<br>在又一阵绚丽的痛苦感消散后,她再次见到了她所最为熟悉,却最无法摸透真相的世界:<br>纯白与废墟的世界。由记忆所构建而成——Arcaea的领域。<br><br>“我其实挺喜欢这一片,”,她喃喃自语道,注视着正于她手掌之上转动的碎片,“但它和这世界的诞生无关。<br>况且它现在也只是个空壳了。唉……如果我可以观看它们,也请使我能够把它们赶出我的脑袋吧……”<br><br>她放手那片玻璃,没有再去看一眼。碎片回到了当初她找寻到它的地方:从地面流过的一条锐利,闪烁的河流。<br>这名为咲弥的少女将目光投送至远处狭长宽广的地平线,一边无意识地摸着嘴唇,向前迈着步子,<br>一边回想着方才记忆中的场景,将其蕴藏的价值与数千个同类进行着比较。
====英文剧情====
====英文剧情====
It isn’t blood.<br><br>It isn’t anything.<br><br>The gentleman’s throat is cut in what should be an awful way... but the memory lacks a concept of what<br>“awful” would be. Instead of a shredded, vicious image, his neck now looks akin to torn and crumpled<br>paper. Inside is not “shadow” but “negative space”: a void inside his body. The edges of the wound flicker<br>weakly with some white light, and off the blade of the knife she’d used to strike him, vibrant shards float<br>aloft... simply hanging in the air.<br><br>And Donovan can’t comprehend it. Many of the patrons, too, are in awe and horror of her act. People fall,<br>women faint, and Donovan reaches for his neck. Some men leap for her, pull back her forearm and hold her<br>at her neck. She grips the knife tightly, and with a dull expression stares into the husband’s bewildered eyes.<br><br>While she hardly struggles with the guests apprehending her, she spots behind Donovan a girl in absolute<br>hysterics on the floor. The sound of her voice becomes increasingly distorted, beginning to crackle and<br>fluctuate in volume. Already, then: the memory has broken.
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This wasn’t how it went. Even the most time-changed memories could not be altered so. For a wife to,<br>unprompted, attack her husband this way during a moment of peace...<br><br>She’d hoped to provoke a reaction, and is thus satisfied by this result. Although a few of the other people in<br>the room are unfazed by the commotion, and some even seem to have lost their faces entirely, alteration of<br>a memory to this extent is a veritable first. This, at least, has been a success.<br><br>The world begins to crack, fractures appearing wherever she can see. Reality afterward looks almost<br>wrinkled from it.
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She says to herself, “Making entire worlds for vacation... Surely there would be better uses for that.”<br><br>She lets go of the bread knife and sighs, seeing how it can’t move from the space where she’d abandoned it.<br><br>“Not a peep about ‘memory’, ‘echoes’, ‘reflections’—importantly, not ‘glass’...”<br><br>The room constricts.<br><br>“This was another worthless dream.”<br><br>The planet divides.
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White blears and obscures, briefly flashing everywhere as the image is demolished. In a rush of every<br>remembered sound contained in that recollection, in that slip of glass, she stands with her eye shut until<br>luminescence and noise fade. She opens her eye to faintly glittering empty space, her mind twists, and after<br>another wave of effulgent pain she sees again the world with which she is both most familiar, and most<br>confounded by:<br><br>The world of white and ruins. The memory-shaped realm of Arcaea.<br><br>“I’d had a good feeling about this one,” she mumbles, watching the rotation of a shard just above her palm.<br>“But it wasn’t responsible for this world’s creation, and it was almost empty to boot. Hmph. If I can watch<br>them, let me remove them too...”<br><br>She dismisses the glass, not looking as it returns to the space where she’d found it: a glinting, sharpened<br>river flowing above the ground. The girl named Saya stares off into the plain horizon, stepping forth while<br>touching her lip absently, and reviewing the events of the recent memory, comparing them all to the wealth<br>of a thousand others.
===3-5===
解锁条件:完成[[#3-0|3-0]],购入[[Absolute Reason]]曲包<br>解锁要求:采用[[搭档#23.咲弥(Saya)|咲弥]]通过[[Vicious Heroism]]
====中文剧情====
“在那些地方,人类可以成为上帝。”<br><br>这是她得出的结论。<br><br>眼中有花朵绽放的少女在脑中合上了记忆之书。这算不上完全毫无意义——顶多是一大半毫无意义罢了。<br><br>她刚开始时曾感十分沮丧:她所造访的那个世界几乎是被她立即断定为不具有任何价值,<br>但那看似无意义之处却向她展示出人类重要的潜力。不过……照目前来看……这还不是很重要。<br><br>胜过关于“如何”的假设,有关“原因”的假设更加迫使她继续前行。<br>这是她的又一场旅程,穿越这世界内大量的废墟,怀抱着没有根据的希望,只为找寻答案,<br>或者至少找到一条打了擦边球的线索。这向来都是使她走下去的重要动力。<br>但如今,她的第二个目标浮现了出来——大约在她目睹过两百段回忆之后。
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“似乎是找不到任何可能用于重建的新东西了。”她低语道,从近处稀疏的玻璃溪流中召唤过来一片碎片,<br>“但我倒认为,哪怕它们有一点点价值都是件好事。”<br><br>这一片玻璃所散发的光芒吸引了她的目光,而少女也仔细地观赏了它所带来的过往景象,心不在焉地咕哝道,<br>“就快要到家了……”<br><br>她将碎片留于掌心,穿过一座对她而言极为熟悉的桥梁。<br>在她左手边的是一片杂乱无章的废墟,也许曾经是座城市;<br>她的右手边则是混乱成堆的玻璃和石头——相当于什么都不存在。<br>她沿着这遥远的路途前进,终于回到了她“出生”的场所,不去在意自己究竟走了多少步。<br><br>她花了她所需要花费的时间,抵达了有着四面坍塌墙壁的地方。墙壁之中有着一颗闪闪发光的巨大水晶球——<br>一个尚未完成的破碎球体,看着宛如碎裂的贝壳一般。笑容、泪水、死亡与欢庆在它的表面不断闪烁。<br>鲜花、旷野、沙漠、海洋……动物、人类、科技……
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她并不知道自己是否能透过拼凑回忆来重建一个世界。<br>她甚至不清楚自己能不能就靠将它们以如此形式聚于一处,便让它们“连结”在一起……但她想要尝试一下。<br><br>少女手上的新碎片所散发出的光芒使她微微眯起眼睛。“就让我看看,<br>你能展示给我多少事物吧。”她大声说道。<br><br>它打开一个通道,而少女也缓缓融入了这一段新时间中。<br>顷刻间,她看到了一个人造光芒充盈的世界,几乎无穷无尽地遍布着冲破了夜空云层的人造摩天大楼。<br>在大楼之间,暗色的车辆破空而过。一股令人不快的气体涌入了她的肺部。刺耳的噪音充斥了她的双耳。<br>她拟造了一份人格,也拟造了一段过往——面对着这一切,她泰然自若。<br>数百个问题浮现于她的脑海,而她将会对其逐个进行解答。<br>无论将要付出何等的代价,也无论需要做什么事情。
====英文剧情====
“In these other places, humans can act as gods.”<br><br>That is what she learned.<br><br>The girl with a flower in her eye closes the book of that memory in her mind. It hadn’t been completely<br>worthless, only mostly.<br><br>It had frustrated her at first: the world she had visited was one she had quickly deemed frivolous, but the<br>frivolity revealed something important to her about the potential of mankind. Still... for now... that wasn’t<br>very important.<br><br>More than theories on “how”, theories of “why” compelled her onward. This had been another of her<br>journeys out through the ruins of the world in a scattershot hope of discovering that answer, or to even<br>brush against it tangentially. That was always her focal drive, but a secondary one had been made manifest<br>after she’d witnessed about two hundred of the memories.
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“It didn’t have anything new for a potential reconstruction,” she whispers, beckoning a shard from a nearby,<br>sparse stream of glass, “but I suppose it’s good that it had some sort of value.”<br><br>She lets the gleam of the new piece catch her eye, and she scrutinizes the vision of the past it offers,<br>muttering absently, “Almost home...”<br><br>She carries the fragment over her palm, crossing a bridge with which she’s become very familiar. On her left<br>is a haphazard pile of what once might have been cities, on her right is a chaotic mass of glass and stone—<br>recognizable as nothing. She marches the long way back to the place where she was “born”, uncaring of<br>how many steps it takes.<br><br>She takes however long she needs to reach and stop before a place of four fallen walls, between them an<br>immense sphere of shimmering crystal—an unfinished sphere broken apart, like a cracked shell. Smiles,<br>tears, deaths, and celebrations flicker in and out its facets. Flowers, plains, deserts, oceans... Animals,<br>people, technology...
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She doesn’t know if she can recreate a world by piecing together memories. She doesn’t even know if she<br>can truly “connect” them at all by gathering them together like this... But she can try.<br><br>She squints lightly to the gleam of the new piece she’s brought. “Let’s see how much you can show me,” she<br>says aloud.<br><br>So it opens, and the girl fades into a new time. In short order, she sees a world brimful with artificial glow,<br>crowded by endless and nigh-infinite towers of man reaching through clouds of an evening sky, and dark<br>vehicles roaring through the air. An unpleasant atmosphere flows into her lungs. Cacophony fills her ears. As<br>she assumes an identity, assumes a new past, she looks on, unmoved. A hundred questions rise in her<br>mind... She will have them answered. No matter what that takes, no matter what needs to be done.
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