故事模式剧情详表 (移动版)/Esoteric Order
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9-1
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场景不停转换。
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。
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。
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……
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。
站在那之前的少女，是第一个目睹此景之人。
现在，她确实，孤身一人。
“……似乎是这样。”她低语着，确认着。
“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，
“她们不会跟我选择同一条路的。对吧？那条路在很久、
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。”
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，
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。
“又一个。”她评论道，“你没有什么要说的吗？”她问卡戎。
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。
然而只有环绕在它周围的三角形光环在无意义地旋转着。
“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：
“我想要是接近……啊，我决定叫它‘最低世界（lowest world）’…
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？
……但你还是什么都不知道，卡戎。”
这个失败的实验品慢慢摆动尾巴，形成一个波浪状的“S”形。
耳朵像是若有所思地，无意识地抖动了几下。
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。
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。
她则转身看向一条正在形成的新道路。
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，
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？
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。
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。
在这之外，还有更多的东西需要学习，更多的东西需要探索。
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，
并让他们的双手能再一次游走于这条挂毯之上。
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。
The scene shifts.
With every step until now, the scene has shifted. Her steps shift the ground—shift space.
She nears the tapestry's edges, only to find that the cloth had never been entirely sewn.
Glass glides past her quietly, and then moves suddenly, as if startled. The world around her
has become black, rather than white. In the air, stars hang. The way is fractured...
The tapestry of memories, Arcaea, has a fraying hem. These are the neglected and forgotten
threads. The girl standing before and within it all now is the first to have borne witness.
Now, truly, she is alone.
"...It seems," she whispers—a confirmation.
"If anyone else reaches here..." she goes on, stepping along this dusty and twisted path,
"they won't follow the same path. Isn't that right? The road broke apart too long ago—
and the way ahead keeps changing."
She observes exactly that happening at a distance to her right: a way of white spirals upward,
and then downward, until it shatters into mere particles. Those pieces then begin to float toward
her, and they glitter through the dark.
"Another," she notes. "Don't you have anything to say?" she asks Charon.
The satellite makes no movements. She pats its useless head. "Speak," she commands.
The halo of triangles floating over its body spins worthlessly.
"Of course," she answers. Still holding its head, she turns and witnesses the empty world ahead.
"I guessed nearing the... ah, I've decided to call it the 'lowest world'... I imagined that nearing it
like this might instill you with memory and further life. Purpose, maybe... But you still don't know
anything, Charon."
The failed experiment's tail moves in a slowly waving "S" shape. Its ears shift, thoughtfully.
Thoughtlessly.
And Lagrange lifts her hand. "That is cute, though," she admits, blithely. She means it, wholly.
The glass satellite that she crafted back where the world was still white is eventually returned to
its seemingly preferred place above her left shoulder, and she turns to face a new path forming
already.
Unusually, this path is much wider than others she's seen thus far—an area, really, at least for now.
Arcaea begin to gather at her right, to guess at her. Is she, and her heart, for them? When she
moves on, ignoring them, they decide she is not and disperse.
Memories are not why she is here, and the land of memories is a matter of past record. Beyond the
bounds, there is more to be learned, and more to be discovered.
This is the frayed edge of the tapestry. As she continues along this capricious road, she hopes to
meet the tapestry's weaver, and bring their hands to the cloth once more.
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，购入Esoteric Order曲包
解锁要求：通过Crystal Gravity
这里的一切都没有道理可循。
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。
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。
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
（并且应该记住：“认识自己”实际上从未发生过）。
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：”
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，
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。
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。
她找不到类似“主题”的东西，也找不到类似“联系”的东西。
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。
这是她从自己所看过的记忆之中得到的结论。
记忆，在Arcaea，是被刻意安排过的，无论是固定的还是流动的，
她在这个世界的“存在”也是一样，太多像机缘一样的“巧合”。
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。
“不会吧…”她突然开口，“想想我见过的世界，卡戎。”
卡戎的双眼转向她，然而冷漠的眼神里连一点关心都没有。
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。
“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，
‘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。
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……
但是这里又是如此地缺乏目的和意义……”
她停顿了一下。
“你怎么看？”她问道。
卡戎的双眼看着前方蜿蜒而苍白的道路。
她决定不继续追问。
“我认为这里还不够成熟完整。”她说。她认为卡戎点了头。
两人继续在静默中前行，不过她仍在想着过去的回忆。
然后，“过去”竟在她的面前出现了。
……也或许，这就是“现在”？
“怎么回事……？”
她感到非常困惑。
一朵云进入了她的视野。
一朵云，在那之前除了漂浮的道路什么都没有。
它在空间之中闪烁，看起来如梦似幻。
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……
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。
这是唯一一个她有记忆的世界。也是她毅然离开的世界……
There is no sense here.
Not only "here"—the Void—but here, Arcaea itself. And this out-of-bounds space is telling, yes, but
in truth all aspects of this world have been telling from the beginning, ever since she first woke up.
Firstly, it should be remembered that Arcaea made itself known to her before she could come
around to knowing herself (and it should be remembered: "knowing herself" has never actually
occurred). It was insistent, practically, to introduce itself. As if it had said, "Welcome. You’re here
now, and this is what ‘here’ is:"
An abstract library dedicated solely to memory, a series of ruins haphazard and unseemly, a name
without meaning, and a girl without a name: herself, alone and otherwise unaware. The first thing
to do was read what "books" the library provided, and so she’d looked into the glass.
She could find nothing resembling a "theme" between any of them—nothing like a "connection".
A proper library had a system in place to categorize, organize, and sort—that much she’d learned
from what memories she’d witnessed.
Memories in Arcaea, however, were arbitrary: in where they were placed, and in where they drifted
about. Her existence in this world, too, felt coincidental. It felt like happenstance. After all, she
knew what Arcaea was upon awakening, but not why she was there.
"Really," she says suddenly, "consider the worlds I’ve seen, Charon."
Charon’s eyes turn to her, and in them she sees not even a spark of consideration. The two of them,
master and pet, are still in the Void. They are still walking to nowhere.
"Consider the worlds you’re made of," she continues, touching the satellite’s ear lightly. "In any of
them, is ‘existence’ so clearly directed? I haven’t seen, nor are you made of, any memories of
anywhere similar to this... A world so evidently built with purpose, and yet also so obviously
purposeless..."
She pauses.
"What do you think of that?" she asks.
Charon’s eyes now face the winding and still-white path out ahead.
She lets him go.
"I think it’s half-baked," she says. She thinks Charon nods. They move along silently, while she
thinks still of the past.
And then, the past shows itself to her.
...Or is this the present?
"What...?"
She speaks, genuinely confused.
A cloud has entered her vision.
A cloud, where before there was nothing other than floating roads.
Shimmering in space is a surreal and sudden formation, which seems to have appeared without
her notice...
And through it, she can see it once again: the world of ruins, white, and floating glass.
It is the only world she remembers. That world she left behind...
9-3
解锁条件：完成9-2，购入Esoteric Order曲包
解锁要求：通过Far Away Light
“它”，是“现在”。
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。
这里没有视角，也没有可以窥视的场景。
它只是单纯的，唯一的，古老而空洞的世界。
“……”
她沉默地凝视着。
“我怀疑这个地方在模仿我……”她说。
然后继续前进。
想想第一个世界，那个世界决定向她展示自己。
确实是这样吗？她确定了，没错，那里绝对是在模仿她。
一路走来，这个白色世界展现了更多景象。
它们大多数空空如也，也有一些是有内容的——
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……
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？
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。
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。
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：
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。
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。
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，
准确地说，她想用那个世界里“最好的”东西，制造出点什么。
她瞥了卡戎一眼。映照旧世界影像的窗户在四周闪闪发亮，
但少女的眼的眼神依然定在自己的卫星身上。
这么说来……这一切都在她的一念之间？
一个可能性在脑海中浮现。
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？
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。
“……”
但卡戎什么也不会说。什么也不会做。
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。
…所以她不需要旧世界。
每当她看见卡戎，她就会想起那个世界有多渺小，多不重要。
It’s the present.
If it’s a memory, it isn’t showing anything like the memories she’s seen since awakening.
There is no point of perspective: no view to usurp.
It is simply, only, the old and barren world.
"..."
She stares in silence.
"I wonder if this place is mocking me..." she says.
And then she moves on.
Thinking of the first world, that world decided to show itself to her. Is that how it is?
She determines that yes, it certainly seems to be mocking her.
Along the way, more of these views to the world of white open. Most empty, and a few with others
within them—
Expected, but uninteresting. Testing them, these windows to the old world seem to have impassible
panes anyway...
Really, if she wanted to think about, or spend more time in, the core Arcaea world, wouldn’t she
have stayed behind there?
And yet despite herself, she lingers on thoughts of what her life here used to be.
There were many memories she’d viewed, and for a time she assumed she might find a memory
that offered some truth of this place. No such memories existed. Mostly, she saw what could be
succinctly described as frivolous normalcy: day-to-day happenings—from waking in the morning
to dying in the night. All cycles: all over and gone. She’d certainly learned very much, but not the
slightest about the world she’d awakened in.
However, when she decided to leave in order to learn more at the limits of space, she thought she
might take a part of the first world with her. Rather, she thought to make something from it...
perhaps "the best" of it.
So now she glances at Charon. With windows to the old world shining all around her, she lays her
eyes only on her satellite.
All that said... hadn’t she made it on a whim?
A what-if had come to mind. What if this place of memories—of worlds and peoples gone—could
be used to craft something new?
She’d pulled shards of Arcaea together, and wished them bound, and with effort and will Charon
had taken shape.
"..."
But nothing was ever said by Charon. Nothing was ever done.
Nonetheless, it has remained with her like a moon ought remain with its mother planet.
...So she does not need the old world.
Charon is the true reflection: of how little that world ever meant.
9-4
解锁条件：完成9-3，购入Esoteric Order曲包
解锁要求：通过Löschen
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。
这一次，她的思绪又开始四处飘荡……
那个萦绕许久的想法又再次回来了……
这一切都是某一位“神明”设计好的。
不管幕后主使是谁，称他为“神明”都不为过。
如先前所说，这就是她前进的动力：她一心要找到这位“神明”。
“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，
“然而，这……”她继续说道，声音却越来越小。
她看着前方。
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。
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。
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。
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。
事实就是这样，其实她已经注意到了这个事实。
……她凝视着头顶上方的空间。
“……说这个世界是从情绪中产生的似乎更为准确。”
这是唯一能让这个看似“毫无意义”的世界具有意义的解释。
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，
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。
也许…它的光芒被Arcaea“无尽”的白昼吞噬了？
“……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。
群星，一如往常，闪闪发光。
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，
成为新的奇景似的……
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。
整个空间都在描绘同一种现象。
就连那个雪白的世界也一样，“它”不时地也会显现自身。
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。
一言以蔽之，它就是“异象（anomalies）”。
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。
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。
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。
据她所知，它们只是一种“征兆”。
因此，她开始怀疑，创造这个世界的“神明” ……
“……”
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，
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。
真正的边缘绝对就在附近。
她抬起手……
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。
她只保留了自己的个性，以及对这个世界的粗浅知识……
……这让她感到很难受。
虽然她想过许多，也说过许多……
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。
这个世界的一点一滴都有意义。意义俯拾即是。
关于记忆的意义。关于建筑的意义。关于玻璃的意义。
关于少女的意义……
为什么会这样？
“……卡戎.”
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。
“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。”
她又叫了一遍它的名字。它头上的眼睛闪闪发光。
“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。”
她边说边随意地把胳膊插进了面前的螺旋。
……她的肢体化为玻璃的丝线，而卡戎在一旁目睹这一切。
“……怎么样？你觉得这是某种把戏吗，卡戎？
还是说我们其实是一样的？你身体里没有血液，我又有什么？”
她的身体开始瓦解。
……她拥有一颗会跳动的心脏。
她有思想。她是真实的。
那她为什么出现在这里？其他人在这里的原因又是为什么？
……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。
她的“身体”与她在“记忆”中见过的任何一具都不一样。
她曾经的四肢，曾经的躯干，现在已化作银色的细线……
……她终于确认了：这身体，是虚构出来的。
“……！？”
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。
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……
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。
……她挺直了自己的肩膀。
……无论如何，她还是它的主人。
她看着自己发着愣的仆人，开口问道……
“……走吧。不想去看看终点会有什么风景吗？”
She has continued on into the dark: quiet, and with a quiet partner. Once more, her thoughts drift
here and there...
That persistent idea returns...
That there is a god who designed all of this.
At least, it would only be accurate to call whoever was responsible a god.
As said, that is why she walks: to find this god.
"It is called ‘intelligent design’... typically," the girl says, speaking from what she’s learned through
the memories archived here. "However, this..." she continues before trailing off.
And she looks out ahead of herself.
The world’s distortions have become unfathomable. Lateral has become diagonal, the horizontal
reversed. To move, she walks where she wants to walk—and without concentration, she might float
or fall.
It seems, absent the creator, the world has decided to shape itself to her wants instead, resulting
in invisible steps on an invisible earth and tiring traipses through solid space.
And so there it is: that fact she already noted.
...She gazes above.
"...It would be better to say this world was born out of emotion."
It is the only way to make sense of a world so senselessly created.
There is a sun here, although in the world of white the light of the sky seemed to come instead from
Heaven itself. Here, hiding in the dark, the sun shines weakly, forgotten. Or... has its light
simply been taken away by Arcaea’s endless day?
"...Though it ended, recently," she mutters to herself, dropping her gaze to what’s before her
instead. There are no clouds anymore. Starlight, as ever, is plentiful.
Since hours, or perhaps days ago, vortices have begun to tear away at reality in the Void, as if
to take the place of those old clouds as a new and strange thing to see...
The lost sun and unfinished world are greatly indicative; the vortices too, of course, and
certainly the clouds. The entire space here is telling.
Back in the world of white, as well: every so often "it" would manifest. What was here, and
everywhere: "it" would manifest, and disturb existence.
In a word: "anomalies".
She’d met with a few in the world of white, and when there were still windows around the girl, she
had seen even more throughout the ruins. They were instances of what has now become
commonplace for her, turning things queer and wreaking senseless havoc.
This space was a concentration of those instances, and as far as she could tell, there was never any
intent in their appearances. As far as she could tell, all they were was a symptom.
She suspects, therefore, that the god who made this world...
"..."
She stops before a vortex of black. Glass memory flows into it—the few shards of them left in this
place, slipping through and thinning, splitting.
The true edge is most definitely near.
She lifts her hand...
When she awakened with no preconceived notions, no memories, no instilled ideas and only,
instead, her personality and simple knowledge of the world itself...
...it had sickened her.
Despite everything she has since thought and said...
She imagined that there couldn’t possibly be any way the mock and scattered world of Arcaea had
no purpose.
It dripped with purpose. It was full of purpose.
Of memories. Of buildings. Of glass.
Of girls...
Why?
"...Charon."
She addresses her crafted satellite. It shows no signs of noticing, and yet she continues.
"You still can’t think for yourself...? You follow me, though... Do you believe I am your master?
Charon."
She says its name again. The eyes in its head sparkle.
"You were born here, and so was I. In light of that, I believe I’ve noticed something."
So casually, she enters her arm into the spiral before her.
...And Charon watches as the limb turns into glass threads.
"...What do you think? Is this a trick, Charon? Or are we the same? There’s no blood in you.
Is there any in me?"
Her body begins to unravel.
...She has a heart, and it beats.
She has thoughts. She is real.
Then why is she here? Why is anyone?
...There may be blood in her veins, but now she can’t see any of it.
Her "body" is unlike any she has seen in memory.
The silvery strands of her once-limb—of her once-chest, now...
...Confirmation at last: this flesh was invented.
"...!?"
She jumps with shock as Charon strikes her side, knocking her back.
At once, the threads reconnect. Her body becomes whole...
She witnesses her empty palm. She glances at Charon, who, as ever, says nothing.
...But she sets her shoulders.
...She is the master, after all.
She looks at her staring servant, and asks...
"...Shall we go and see the end?"
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什么时候发生的呢？
黑暗是什么时候消失的……什么时候变成这样的呢？
黑暗消失了。世界消失了。
在Arcaea之外，什么都不存在。
她动了动嘴唇，但没有空气能用来传播声音。
这里没有什么可以震动。所以也不存在声音。
她看到的是……一个模糊而奇怪的位面。
好像因为她看了之后才让这里变成这样的。
好像我不该看到这个似的。
回去的念头在我的脑海中浮现，于是我思索了一番。
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。
但现在，我已经迷路了。
不对……
要是说“迷路”，首先得有“地方”和“路”不是吗？
上下左右之类的，常见的座标方向……
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，
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。
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。
我的舌头该在的位置，现在空无一物。
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。
所以，也就是说……
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。
我需要集中精神——很显然这个世界的神明还从未如此做过。
......
……嗯。
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。
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。
而在那之后呢？谁知道呢。至少，知道的人不会是你。
真假的……
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？
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。
......
我是跟其他人一样死去的吗？
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？
也许你觉得我会为此感到害怕？
这样的事情……哈。
这样的事情对我而言又有什么意义呢？啊？
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。
对我而言，有什么意义呢？一切都是为你而存在的，不是吗？
一个天堂……亦或是一种逃避？你是怎么做到的？这重要吗？
到底什么才是重要的？
……我又开始烦躁了。
太荒谬了。
哈，我……现在真的明白了：她为什么讨厌这个世界。
任何了解这个世界的人都会想要看到它消失。
也许你认为你是我的救命恩人？你从来没有拯救过我。
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？
我到底该如何是好？
卡戎...
卡戎并不在这里，是吧？我的身体在这里吗？我想要——
让我……
让我消失吧……那为什么卡戎要“阻止”我？现在回想起来的话——
我是在回想吗？
我的眼睛还在这里吗？
我看不见。
我刚才在哪？
不，不，不。
不，不，我真的没办法回去了吗？
我没办法从这里逃出去吗？
我不能移动吗？
不，不会吧，我真的不能？
如果我还有指甲的话，我说不定会把它们通通咬光。
你懂的……
虽然你可能是用一片指甲把我创造出来的……
我 不 是 一具空壳。
我能感受到这一切。我 不 想 要这样。
你能听到我的想法吗？
这里的一丝一毫我 都 不 想 要。
我想要 知 道 真相。
真 相 就是 这 样？
这里，一 无 所 有——
......
……知道了这一切都是虚无……
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？
好吧……我早就失去它们了……
——
你不能称“这个”为光明。
我很难用言语描述我现在所处环境。
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。
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。
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。
光明和煦又温暖，而黑暗则代表恐惧和未知。
但，我还是期望着了解黑暗。
......
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。
但那人不是我。
我不是创造这个避难所的那个懦夫。
因为如果是我的话，我会把一切做得更好……
卡戎过去……现在就证明了这一点。
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。
我身处这种状态太久了，已经失去了时间概念。
但每隔一段时间我就会再次看到它：
光明——真正的光明——就在远方。
......
也许它一直在引导我。
我不会向任何人承认这一点。
毕竟向自己一直看不上的东西低头实在显得自己很失败。
不过，我可以清晰地感觉到，那股光亮在召唤着我。
那股来自旧世界的光正闪闪发亮，并且在呼唤我。
在那道光里，我能看见救赎……
......
好吧。我会牵着你的手。
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。
我想，我应该会“返回”了。
如果回去了，我相信我不会紧抓着真相不放。
我不会忘记，但我也不会时刻惦记。
我相信着，不是吗？
我能比那位“神明”做得更出色。
但是，首先，我需要更多人的帮助。
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。
不过说实话……逃到这里，没什么可骄傲的。
相反，这是报复。
我会改变这个世界，或者创造一个更好的世界。
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？
我认为是这样的。
不……
就是这样的。
——
When did it happen?
When did the dark fall away... into this?
The dark fell away. The world fell away.
Outside of Arcaea, nothing exists.
She moves her lips, but no atmosphere carries her words.
Nothing is here to vibrate. Sound has gone.
What she sees is... a blurred and strange plane.
It’s as if moving her eyes bleeds space itself.
As if I wasn’t meant to see this.
I thought, for a while, about returning. Perhaps if I’d considered that more seriously, as soon as I
came here, I might have still been able to go back out.
But now, I’ve become lost.
No...
Being "lost" still carries a sense of "place", doesn’t it?
Up, down, left, and right—in fact, the common and cardinal directions...
Those no longer exist. Rather, they stopped existing quite a while ago, and it simply hadn’t
completely registered to me until now... And on that subject ("me"): I don’t believe "I" exist any
longer, either.
You see, my hands have gone. My feet have gone. My legs have gone. My tongue has gone.
Perhaps I’ve become only my eyes, and some lingering shadow of my brain.
That said, that’s... going...
I find that it doesn’t take long to start feeling as if your mind is tearing apart once your motions and
senses have been stripped away. I need to focus—something the god of this world apparently
never did.
......
...Hm.
Yes... the reality created here was truly thoughtless... a design without a blueprint.
A vague impression.
There is earth. There is daylight. After daylight, the night sky and the stars within it.
After that, who knows? You didn’t, evidently.
Honestly...
You. What did you want out of this place? Why did you take me here?
Why did you hide whatever I was before?
I WAS something before. You’ve snatched whatever that was away.
......
Did I die like the others?
Did I die like the girl who loved her brother? Did I die like the girl in red?
Do you think I was afraid of that, perhaps?
This... ha.
What am I meant to take from this? Well?
What am I meant to take from being trapped in this thing that you manifested for yourself?
It was for you, wasn’t it? A paradise... an escape, maybe. How did you do it? Does it matter?
What matters?
...I’m fraying again.
It’s nonsense.
Ha, I... really understand it now: why she hates this world.
Anyone who figures this world out should want to see it gone.
Maybe you think you saved me? You never saved me. Even if you had... it seems I’ve damned
myself, haven’t I? What for?
What do I DO with this?
Charon...
Charon isn’t here, right? Is my body here? I want to—
Let me...
LET me vanish... Why did Charon STOP me then? Looking back—
Am I looking back?
Are my eyes still here?
I can’t see it.
Where was I?
No, no, no.
No, no, I really can’t return?
I can’t get out of here?
I can’t move?
No, really, I can’t?
I could bite through the entirety of my nails, if I still had them.
You know...
Although you might have crafted me from one...
I am NOT a husk.
I feel this. I do not WANT this.
Can you hear my thoughts?
I wanted NONE of this.
I wanted to KNOW.
KNOWING means THIS?
There is NOTHING—
......
...Knowing it’s nothing...
It feels like scum is building in my stomach... Stomach? Stomach? And... where are my hands?
Right... I lost them...
——
You cannot call this light.
What exists around me is indescribable.
I think, when I left the ruined world and entered the Void, I welcomed the dark.
It was different. It wasn’t blinding. It wasn’t "obvious".
Light, darkness: basic things I’ve seen in countless worlds.
The light is warm and welcoming; the darkness is frightful and unknown.
But still, I wished to know the dark.
......
I felt it implicitly, and learned it soon: that this world was made as a sanctuary for a weak heart.
But that is not me.
I am not the weak-hearted person who created this refuge.
And if I had created it, I would have done it better...
Charon showed... shows that.
I marched ahead into the dark because I wanted to find a better truth.
However, the truth is as bitter and merciless as I’d always assumed.
I’ve been in this state for too long to count. I have lost the minutes and hours.
And every so often I will see it again:
Light—true light—in the distance.
......
Perhaps it has been guiding me.
I wouldn’t admit this, to anyone.
It’s like a loss: relinquishing myself to what I’ve long criticized.
However, I feel it for certain: that light is now beckoning me.
That light of the old world is shining, and wants me.
And in that light I find deliverance...
......
Fine, then. I will take your hand.
As I near it again, I feel my fingertips more, and I swear that I can see my breath.
I think I’m going to return.
If I do, I don’t believe I will take the truth with me.
I will not forget it, but I will surely leave it behind.
I believe it, don’t I?
I could do the job better than that god.
But, I will need hands again for it first.
I shouldn’t simply think or talk that I might be better. I’ll do it. I will.
But really... I am not swelling with pride as I escape here.
Instead, take this as revenge.
I’ll change this world, or craft a better one.
You’ve left this one broken so badly. Isn’t anything possible?
I think so.
No...
I know it.
——
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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。
还有许多尚待解决的疑问。不过，这并不重要。
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。
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——
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，
而在这个牢笼之中，一切行动都被赋予了“理由”。
从终点返回也不例外。从虚无返回也不例外。
寻找其他人也不例外。甚至是透过“窗户”进行交流，也是一样。
在这样的世界之中，还有什么所谓的“不可能”呢？
她伸出双手，紧紧抱住卡戎。它的眼睛闪着光芒。
看到这一幕，她问道：“……你就是我那时候看见的指引之光吗？”
卡戎愣着一言不发。
……不过，她的嘴角还是掠过一丝微笑。
“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？”
听到她这么说，卡戎耸了耸耳朵。
“哈……”
她朝前走去。
她放开卫星，于是卫星停留在她的肩头。
他们欣赏着沿途发出亮光的云朵并朝着Arcaea行进。
……直到其中一朵引起她的注意。
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。
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。
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。
被暗影追逐的少女……她就在那儿。
还有另一位少女，被光芒环绕着。
是的……
另一个“终点”就要到来了。
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。
穿越一切，直至结局。那是落幕。
那是消散。
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。
这就是“光”与“对立”之舞……
Arcaea.
The plane of Arcaea is impossible. Although she came to know much of it, she did not learn all
there was to know. There are still questions—however, that is no matter.
Lagrange finds herself in the Void again: whole, and back with Charon.
How she reached the End, she is still unsure. She is unsure of much, however—
The truth is: in this broken and anomalous prison, crafted by a frail soul...
there is no act truly outside of "reason".
Even returning from the End. Even returning from the Void.
Even finding others. Even reaching through a "window".
For what is impossible in a world that is itself the same?
She takes Charon into both of her hands. Light glances off its eye.
Seeing it, she asks, "...Were you my beacon, then?"
And the dull Charon says nothing in reply.
...However, a smile crosses her lips.
"Don’t give me that look," she says. "'I told you so'? You never even speak, do you?"
To that, Charon wiggles its ears.
"Ha..."
She walks ahead.
She lets her satellite go, and it takes its place over her shoulder.
Now they walk, toward Arcaea, watching clouds of light along the way.
...Until one in particular catches her attention.
It shimmers a little more oddly than the others. The surface ripples.
In it, the flow of time is bending back on itself, and leaping forward.
For now she sees this: a split in reality.
The sky is being again divided, but not as it was by the girl in red.
The girl chased by shadows... she is there.
And there is a girl cloaked in light.
Yes...
Another "end" is manifesting.
With a sense that she might fall through the crack through which she bears witness,
Lagrange watches that ending transpire.
Beyond, to its conclusion. To the fall.
To dissolution.
It makes her smile again, although she can see... what progresses now is a tragedy.
This is a dance of light and conflict...
Arcaea.