故事模式剧情详表 (移动版)/Unseeing Eyes
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12-1
解锁条件：购入NEO WINGS单曲
解锁要求：通过Snow White
“认知”意味着什么？
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？
感知到的事物，就一定是真切的？
必然如此。
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。
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。
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……
这个故事是这样的……
……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。
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，
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。
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。
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。
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，
她的名字是……“维塔”。
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，
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，
他们每晚都重复着这样的例行公事。
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。
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。
这个宇宙正处于战争。
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，
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，
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。
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；
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，
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，
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。
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，
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。
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。
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。
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，
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。
她将一切抛诸脑后，尽责致力于自己的工作。
……直到她突然之间收到一个未知信号。
What does it mean to "know"?
Is it what one thinks? What one sees? What one feels? What one hears?
Is perception what grants certainty?
Certainly.
Certainly the "known" is what one perceives, through their senses or through whatever they're told.
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.
Once, I gathered all of her memories and lined them up, and in a way it created a story...
This is how it began...
...In the terribly far reaches of an unremarkable universe existed a typical celestial body. Upon it,
its people were united. From the age of ten, the children here had a chance to awaken to something
they may have been born with, which would stay with them until their seventeenth year: something
remarkable within the unremarkable universe. What they wished and what they thought could
manifest within reality.
They weren't gods, but they were unusual architects. And with their magnificent
abilities, they could protect their world.
Of the few boys and girls born so special, our child was another.
The country's name... I don't remember. The world's, too—I don't recall. Her
name, though, was... is "Vita".
Vita woke up in her room one day, and saw above her the night sky through a
dimmed window. As she woke, so did her friends around her. They each wished
one another a good "morning" and rose for the evening. They had done so every
night for the past two years. They went to ready themselves in the washrooms.
They talked about audio dramas they followed, and about books and comics they
would read. They talked about their dreams.
Vita and the rest, dressed in their uniforms, walked toward the central command room, still
speaking frivolously.
The universe was at war.
Powers vying for things beyond the children's understanding would occasionally try to breach
their territory in space, but largely, those powers fought amongst themselves. Her planet
represented neutrality, and she and the other children were one of several essential bodies
tasked for maintaining that neutrality.
There were the men and women who fought in and above the skies. There were the other adults
who used their words and acumen to broker good relations between her world and others. There
were the expat soldiers and diplomats who would ensure whatever stability could be ensured in
those times of violence and decay. And there was the Nerve/Mind Pathway/Grid Measure—in small
applications a nuisance, and in large-scale invincible and, in the opinion of many outside of
her world, a sleeping terror.
I will curb the exposition and narrate.
Vita entered central command taking no pause at its grandiosity and majesty—no hesitation at the
cacophony of thoughts and wills swirling throughout the massive, several-storied atrium. She and
her friends had a part to play, and as they neared their assigned seats, their chatter naturally
dying, they could all hear one another's minds pulling away from the frivolous as they attuned
instead to their vital responsibility.
For a world of worth, for peace and prosperity beyond any other throughout all the reaches of
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
to her part of the pathways.
She let nothing bother her. She did her work.
...Until it came about that she received an unknown signal.
12-2
解锁条件：完成12-1，购入NEO WINGS单曲
解锁要求：通过Sakura Fubuki
……前一个晚上：
大家在简报中听取了自己所需要知道的一切资讯。
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、
关于预定在下个礼拜进行的娱乐项目……
他们试图无视死亡的消息，而讨论着即将举办的音乐会，
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
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、
无时无刻都危机四伏的星球中给他们提供资源。
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。
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。
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，
还是坦白向对方开口比较好。
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，
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，
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……
“……在这个世界要找点能让自己开心的事情没那么难吧？”
记住这句话。
她在那天接收到了某个未知的信号……
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——”
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。
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，
将自己的想法发送了出去：
“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？”
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。
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？”
“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？”
她停顿了一下。这样的想法……令人感到背脊发凉。
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——”
“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……！”
“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！
为什么要派我来做这种事情啊……”
她不经意缓缓捏了一下自己座位边的扶手。
“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。
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，
我们一定会让你付出代价。知…知道了吗？”
“但如果你们先自己动手了呢？”对方问道。
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？”
“从来没有发生过这种事，往后也不会发生。”
“看样子你从来没有听过彼得罗呢。”
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，
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？
毕竟那里应该是片好地方嘛。再见。”
通讯到此结束。
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。
她没有听过彼得罗，但明天早上她打算去一探究竟。
...The night before:
Through their briefings, they were informed of what they needed to know.
About the disorder continuing on another planet, about the hijackings of their vessels within foreign
space, about the entertainment planned for later in the week...
They tended to ignore the death, and discuss coming concerts—or they tended to talk happily of
accomplishments. For example...
A friendlier system beside the fourth planet out always seemed to help their own. They had a simple
deal with that system: allowing this other society to utilize the NMPGM while they provided resources
from that perpetually dangerous planet with a turbulent atmosphere.
Her society was magnanimous, mostly: give, receive—such relationships served them well. Often,
people tried to use or infiltrate the psychically guarded networks quietly, for their own gain.
She did not know much, but Vita at least knew that if you wanted something, you were better off
simply asking for it.
She sometimes asked what that other planet's disorder—the planet she'd been briefed on again the
night before—what its disorder truly stemmed from. To her, their fighting over what sounded like
lost and easily forgettable grudges sounded foolish, stupid, needless.
She'd often say...
"...It's not like it's hard to find things in this world to be happy about."
Keep this in mind.
That day she received an unknown signal...
As she fortified the part of the path she was charged with, she heard, "west and
seeking aid. Coordinates are—"
And as she flinched, and as she looked around her at the other seated children,
she realized that she was the only person hearing this voice.
As she entered the coordinates she was given into the computer beside her
workstation, she steeled herself and sent out a thought:
"Rank and designation? Are you in Engineering or Communications? Why are you
offworld?"
Her questions were answered with silence. She nervously continued her duties,
ever mindful of the source of the transmission.
And eventually, it answered again.
"You can hear me? Wait—it actually works?"
"If I can hear you, you should know how to 'talk'. Are you not a Psychic?"
She paused. That was... a rather unsettling notion.
She told the other voice, "I'll be keeping your signal open and bridging
you to the commanders of—"
"Wait! You have to be one of the architects of the NMPGM, right!? From
that neutral country...!"
"There's nowhere that wouldn't know that," she answered, irritation creeping
over her fingers. "Initiating bridge—"
"J-Just like I thought! The whole lot of you are arrogant—I knew this wouldn't work!
Why'd they assign me for it..."
Unintentionally, she slowly pinched at her armrest.
"I'm not arrogant," she replied. "Whatever infiltration methods you're using, they're
going to be found out. I must inform you that our network and people aren't things you
want to play with. If you break us out of neutrality, we break you. U-Understood?"
"What happens when you break it first?" asked the voice.
And her voice was delivered with a hiss: a sharply sent, "What?"
"I said, what happens when you break your neutrality first?"
"That's never happened, and it wouldn't happen."
"So you've never heard of Petorh."
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
networks to search 'Petorh'—they don't censor everything over there, right? You're
supposed to be a good place. Goodbye."
And so the transmission ended.
With her heart beating, she returned to her work before any disruption could be noticed.
She hadn't heard of Petorh, but she would look into it when the sun rose again.
12-3
解锁条件：完成12-2，购入NEO WINGS单曲
解锁要求：通过NEO WINGS
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……
……那就是“真相”和“知识”……并非每次都是相同的两件事。
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，
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，
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、
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……
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
“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。
……
我要在这边特别提一下。
我并不记得我来自哪里。我只“记得”其他 Arcaea 居住者的记忆，
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……
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，
但却没有去重视它。
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。
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。
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。
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。
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，
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……
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
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。
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。
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……
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”。
据说当时帝国派出部队与她世界的部队交战。
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：
“因为帝国与某个未经正式授权的垦荒者结盟，
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，
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。”
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，
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”，
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，
有一部分人认为彼得罗的事件也绝非意外。
……当然了，这些事情她都没有跟其他人提起。
当然了，等到假日结束之后，她还是像往常那样正常工作。
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。”
逃离那个名为联盟关系的奴隶制度——
逃离这个混乱的星系——
逃离她的星球及其无可比拟的影响力。
“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，
说不定孩子能够理解……那些在位者不屑一顾的事情。”
她问道：“你们想要什么？”
对方给出答复：“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，
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，
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，
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，
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。
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。
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。
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，
如果能有通道提供超光速旅行则更是如此……
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？
是啊……
她愿意这么做。
但是——你知道吗？事情是这样的：
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？
有办法清楚看清飞船的外观吗？有办法判断飞船的大小吗？
不行。
她无从知晓。
当维塔替准备逃离的“彼得罗人”开启通道时……
……那些通道中瞬间涌入了帝国的战争飞船。
你还记得那些飞船在通道中的移动速度有多快吗？
对对方而言也是一样的……
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。
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。
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，
她的世界基本上已经面目全非。
尽管他们并没有束手就擒——
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——
但绝大多数情况下，充斥着的只有绝望……
恐惧……
自我厌恶……
火海、战栗、惊恐，这里已然就是地狱……
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。
从上方袭来的炮弹标示出她基地的所在位置……
……然后，终结了她、她的上级还有她朋友们的生命。
……
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。
……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。
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？
比如说愧疚感。亦或是责任感。
……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。
毕竟，所谓的“认知”到底是什么呢？
她现在所“认知”到的事情……什么也没有。
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，
我们不免还是要提出这个疑问……
……
……她是否曾经认知过任何其他的事？
An important fact that any living and thinking being should keep in mind...
...is that "truth", and "knowledge"... are not always necessarily the same thing.
It had been the day before an ease of hours—the "weekend"—when Vita received
the signal. For the following two days, she spent her free time within the base's
library and searching through the inter-network through a signal encryption she and
her friends typically used to find games, artwork, and videos forbidden to them
without leaving a trace. It was never for anything serious at all...
The story of Petorh, though, made her appreciate that tool they thought of as a "toy"
far more than ever, for never had a more serious subject become known to her, nor ever
one so dangerous.
...
I'd like to make a note here.
I don't remember where it was I came from. I only "remember" the memories of others
within Arcaea, and particularly within the Void. Still from this, it's easy to gather...
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
discovered and pushed aside.
About four hundred years prior, the planetoid had been discovered by an Exodus-class starship
fleeing a dissipating atmosphere on their home world. The ship docked there and established
"Petorh"... unofficially.
Without documentation or declaration, and with an irregular orbit, within desolate space,
Petorh wasn't forgotten—for it was never known.
Her world then discovered the planetoid itself, and without knowing of its habitation, used
the might of NMPGM to swiftly devastate half of it. The result was something like... the
utilization of dynamite. Half the planetoid was vaporized, and with it went two-thirds of
the native population.
The Petorhans sought counsel with her world. Sources from Vita's planet lacked records of
these pleas. Other planets spoke of theories suggesting the involvement of clandestine
organizations from her world silencing any petitions. The Petorhans formed an alliance with
an imperial planet, known for adopting cultures at their surrender...
And Vita did remember that. Her world had supposedly engaged in a... "skirmish" on some
distant edge of space. Supposedly the Imperium had struck force against the forces from her
world.
However, source, after source, after source from anywhere other than her homeland claimed
something very different: "Because of the Imperium's alliance with an unregistered group of
squatters, and in order to eliminate information of their existence/the existence of their
world's 'mistake', they used the NMPGM to collapse a sector of space, killing the remaining
Petorhans—and some of the Imperium for good measure".
And while those many sources told this tale, it took two pages from the deepest sections of
her own world's inter-network to convince her of the truth.
The... beginning of truth: the reality that her neutral world merely wore a neutral mask. In its
reach for "peace", stories like "Petorh's"... were not at all few in number. Most, even, did not
begin "accidentally"—and there were some who thought the tale of Petorh, too, had started in the
same way.
...Naturally, she kept this all to herself.
Naturally, she returned to work when usual working days began once more...
Naturally, she engaged the unknown signal again.
"I am among the last Petorhans," it said. "We only want escape."
From an alliance that had in fact brought them into what amounted to slavery—
From the chaos of this entire galaxy—
From, especially, her planet and its overwhelming reach.
"I heard that they had children minding the pathways. I—we—" the voice stammered,
"we thought maybe a kid could understand... what people at the top wouldn't ever bother to."
She asked, "What do you want?"
To which the voice replied, "Just one way out. What we... We've heard—this—this part of
the NMPGM is usually quiet, and we know it's very far out. We could... We have enough
ships that we could probably find another place with other stars, or..."
The voice told her that during their alliance—really just enslavement—to the Imperium,
the Petorhans had discovered that the Imperium had been developing technology to spy on
the minds supporting the NMPGM. They'd stolen that technology, and being so desperate and
so burned, they had no issue sharing that fact with Vita—who, of course, would need to report
this information.
But the "alliance" the Petorhans had made with the Imperium now meant nothing. Nothing
here meant anything; as the voice insisted, they only wanted to escape.
And she could easily grant it. Modern-day ships could travel with almost instantaneous speed,
especially with the faster-than-light travel provided by the pathways...
One quick opening, and a quick jump—off the record...?
Yeah...
She would allow it.
But—did you know? This is true:
The NMPGM was, in fact, used to collapse a sector of space, killing the remaining Petorhans.
None at all were left.
Vita's "sight" outside of the pathways could certainly see ships—but could she, with her power,
identify the KIND of ships? The true, non-vague shape? The size, even?
No.
What could she have known?
When Vita opened the path for "Petorhan" escapees...
...those paths were flooded instead with Imperium warships.
And do you remember how fast ships could move through those paths?
This is also true...
Modern-day ships could travel at an almost instantaneous speed,
especially with the faster-than-light travel provided by the pathways...
Once the warships had navigated the NMPGM, the attack on her planet was swift,
thorough, and unable to defend against.
It seemed the Imperium had plenty of intelligence informing them of the locations of
Psychic bases, as they mostly destroyed those first.
The surface of her world was bombarded quickly. There was little time to react, and in
a matter of hours, nearly everything had been.
Though they did try—
There was an attempt—to fight back in time, to reach that other signal, to destroy as
much of the invading fleet as possible—
But, mostly, there was only despair...
Dread...
Self-hate...
Amidst fire, fear, terror, and Hell itself...
They "fought" in a game where their own first move had already sealed their defeat.
A cannon from above marked the position of her base...
...and ended the lives of her, her superiors, and her friends.
...
The girl woke up in a world of white after, with tears brimming in her eyes.
...However, she had no knowledge that might prompt them—no known
reason in her head for the pain inside her chest.
She was dead, like all of us. She didn't remember, like most of us.
So I wonder what it was she thought of her tears.
I wonder if, as she wiped them away and stood, she felt anything other than sorrow.
Guilt, maybe. Responsibility.
...I don't think that's the case. Or maybe what I mean to say is: she should not feel that way.
She shouldn't consider herself to have been in the wrong.
After all, what does it even mean to "know"?
What she "knows" now is...nothing.
And...as this story comes to a close, as we think of her getting up and facing the world of glass,
I think it's very pertinent to ask...
...
...Had she ever known anything else?
12-4
解锁条件：购入HYPER VISION单曲
解锁要求：通过SUPERNOVA
事到如今，这已不能被称作记忆，充其量只能算作是一种「印象」：所能感受到的东西都是模糊而零碎
的——但这没什么不好，甚至可以说是一个祝福般的奇迹——灾难席卷而来，几乎冲刷了所有的存在。
最后在那灰烬中剩下的，只有一道若有若无的影子。
她，遗忘了。
遗忘了滚烫的高温，燃尽的人骨；遗忘了起火的飞船不断从天空坠落，筑起的防线因燃烧而不断倾塌；
遗忘了曾席卷了一切的热浪，吞噬了生命即将完结之时的尖叫与恐惧。
她，连同快乐而短暂的时光一起……
遗忘了。
但她还记得……
她还记得，她曾有过一本书。纸质书在电子设备横行的时代早就没落了，而原因显而易见——不
够方便，功能单一，但她就是喜欢那种特别的触感。况且对她来说，“小众”反而是加分项，因为
这能让在统一着装的基地里工作的她感到特别。她甚至对此感到十分得意——能让她开心的事情还
有很多，但纸质书能给她带来的满足感绝非是随便一件小事就能与其相比的。傍晚时分，她便会
在休息室里挑一张舒服的椅子坐下，开始阅读。有一天，正读着书的她忽然感觉有什么靠在了她
的椅背上——那是她的朋友。
“你到底都是从哪里弄来这些东西的?”朋友将手臂搭在椅背上，问道。
而她则如实回答。这本书是在一个老人家那里买的，她的店就开在基地附近，卖的都是些上了年
头的东西。
她还进一步邀请了她朋友，承诺有空也会带她一起去转转。身为军人，因私外出需要报备行程，
不过这并不是太难的事。只是，还不过两个月，灾难便降临了，而基地的所有人都因她犯下的致
命错误丢掉了性命。
这一切，她都遗忘了。
醒来时的她双眼噙着泪水，泪珠从脸上滑落。她随后抬头，望向这片纯白世界的夜空。
她是Arcaea的一位稀客，但这个小女孩对此并不知情。她睁开眼，擦拭掉眼角的泪水，
脑海中残余的梦境如今只剩下一道影子，而不久后这唯一的阴影也消失殆尽。
她，维塔，于这光明世界的暗处醒来。
你们大多是受到祝福之人，而你，的确也在此列。
让我们一起跟随女孩的脚步，去往她所涉足的地方吧；看着她伫立于高处，注视这充斥着废墟与碎片的世界，
以及落于其上的斑驳阴影。
让我们跟随她继续向前，直至抵达一切终结的地方。
她将行走，她将见证，她将心动，她将感悟。
但……
所有故事终会迎来结局，对吧？
Only an impression is left: some vague sense—and it is miraculous, or perhaps even a blessing, that in all
that hell rained down only a shadow is left. And then it is gone.
Forgotten:
Concentrated heat, and melting bones. Burned away ships falling from space, collapsing fortifications. Fire
spreading. Screams within and without. Horror.
And fleeting memories of happiness, too:
Forgotten.
One memory:
She had a little book. The medium wasn't very popular in favor of the versatility and convenience of
screens, but the tactile sensation was something she liked, and the unpopularity made her feel unique
even in uniform. She was proud of herself—for a lot of things, but this always bolstered her mood in
particular. In the lounge, as evening approached, she read that little paper book. One of her friends
approached the comfortable chair she was resting in, and perching her arms on the back asked—
"Where do you get those, anyway?"
And she explained that there was a small shop just outside of the base where an older woman sold
old things.
She promised to take her friend over there some time. They'd get permission and go. Not two months
later, she would make a terrible mistake, and everyone on that base would be dead.
All of this, she has forgotten.
She wakes with tears in her eyes, and tears fallen from her. She stares up into the night within a world of
white. A rare child has come here: into Arcaea. She wakes up, wipes her eyes, and only the shadow of a
dream is left in her head. It vanishes.
Wake into the dark of the world of light, Vita.
You, as near all the others, have been blessed.
Let us follow where the little girl goes. Let us follow her standing, and her looking out over a shadowed
world of glass and ruin.
Let us follow her ahead, and to where it all ends.
She will travel. She will see. She will love. She will learn.
...
All stories must end, no?
12-5
解锁条件：完成12-4，购入HYPER VISION单曲
属于Arcaea的这张蓝图不断向远处延展，其所覆盖的疆域范围超乎想象。
延伸至无限远，这圆盘形的广袤大地之上遍布平原、高山与干枯的海床。
实际上，这张蓝图可能仍在不断向外扩张……
日光已无法覆盖一半大地，而这是因为先前坠落于高空的两枚彗星将天空分成了两半。
其实，更准确的说法应是，日光并没有消失，只是这个世界上承载着它们的云层自那时便消失了半边。
踏过这个世界的边缘，你将抵达无光的「虚无」之处，而在虚无的尽头，你将进入认知难以理解的「终点」。
但维塔对此并不知情。她将手搭在一根柱子上，站在Arcaea的夜空下，继续眺望星空。
尽管Arcaea没有雨天和雪天，甚至看不见水的踪影，但风的确是存在的。
时不时地，风的足迹会拂过这个世界的各个角落，就像她现在飘起的几缕发丝。她继续观察着星空。
“它们……都是紫色的呢。”
良久，她小声说出了这个正确的结论。
虽然不知道为什么，但……
Arcaea的星光，确实是紫色的。
“星星看上去不应该是白色的吗……？还是说它们的颜色无法从这里看清呢？
但是，那时我们在宇宙的时候……”
接着，她眯起眼，不禁说出了自己的疑惑——
“等等，那天上的……真的是‘宇宙’吗？”
在碎片漫天飞舞的这样一个奇特的世界里，这个问题并不愚蠢。
她失去了所有的记忆，除了知道自己的名字以外，她什么都不记得了。但是，她还是“知道”一些东西的，
比如一个世界应该有什么东西。她对这个叫做Arcaea的世界并不陌生，她也知道这个世界少了很多东西。
而她对自己也有同样的感觉。
维塔抬起手，将它轻轻搭在自己的胸口前。
她缓缓开口，问道：
“大家……都在哪里呢？”
碎片于她并不陌生，因为它们从不抛下Arcaea的每一位来访者。而在碎片之中，她看到了其他世界的景象。
那些都是「记忆」，但不是她自己的。她同样明白，世界中应该要有人才对，
而这当然包括Arcaea——至少在过去是这样——这些都像极了人类活动残留下来的痕迹……
她不由地顺着这根柱子向上看去。
她正站在一群破旧不堪的建筑物内，空空荡荡的内里与墙体的惨白形成了鲜明的对比，
夜晚的黑暗将其蒙上一层阴影，让这里看起来就像是一处埋葬着无数古龙遗骨的阴森墓地。
论据越来越充足：她不可能是这里唯一存活的人。
即使她选择自欺欺人地将自己的双眼蒙住，不去理会那些证据，她还是能隐约感知到什么东西……
比如，阴影。
诚然，那也可能只是一些残存的痕迹罢了——她独有的一份曾与数以万计的人相连接的模糊感觉。
这种感觉……是不是所有人都会有呢？
她已无法知晓这个问题的答案。
维塔逐渐朝那处石头组成的建筑物出口走去，穿过这片荒芜废墟毫无生气的躯壳，那是城镇曾经所在的地方。
按理来说……
按理来说，应该没有其他人才对——距离她醒来肯定已经过去好几天了，但她根本不需要进食、饮水甚至休息。
她很快否定了那个可能的答案，拒绝去细想这件事。
维塔继续迈步，不断呼唤着可能散落在这个世界上的其他人，正式开启了寻找她们的旅程。
The canvas of Arcaea spreads across an unthinkable distance.
The land is a disc, and comprised of plains and mountains and barren sea beds. The disc might, still,
be spreading.
Daylight died over one half the land, as a pair of stars plummeted from the sky and split that sky in two.
It's more accurate to say the daylight never really ended, but that the clouds which held it were banished
from half the earth.
The edge of the world leads into the shadowed Void. The Void leads to the incomprehensible End.
Vita, knowing none of this, stands with a hand pressed to a pillar under the night of Arcaea, watching
the stars.
Arcaea is not without wind. Though it never rains, it never snows, and there is no water, a wind will blow
from somewhere now and then. A breeze carries past now, dancing through her hair. She continues to
watch the stars.
"All of them... are violet."
She whispers that, finally. It's true.
Unknown as to why, but the starlight of Arcaea is of a purple color.
"Stars are... supposed to be white, or their colors can't be seen from... here. But, from space they..."
Her eyes narrow, and she wonders aloud:
"Is that... really 'space', up there?"
In a fantastic world where shards of glass fly through the air, it is a question worth asking.
She does not remember herself apart from her name, but she has "knowledge". She knows
what a world should have. She knows this world "Arcaea", and she knows it is missing very much.
She too feels she is missing very much.
Vita lifts her other hand over her heart.
And, she asks:
"Where is everyone...?"
She's seen the glass; it never leaves Arcaea's visitors alone. In those shards, there are visions of other
worlds. "Memories", but not hers. So, she knows: a world needs people in it. Even to look at Arcaea: it may
have once had people in it. She looks up at the pillar beside her.
She is standing in a night-darkened graveyard of buildings, cracked and white and empty, like over a
dozen hollowed bones of dragons.
The evidence is piled up: to suggest that her being alone is some sort of mistake.
And even putting evidence aside...
...A shadow might remain in her heart—or it might be an echo: a notion vague of a connection she
specifically shared with countless others.
A natural feeling that all humans feel?
She can't know.
Vita steps away from that pale stone thing and passes out the barren shell of that town.
Reasonably, reasonably... she must be alone—it has to have been days, and she doesn't feel any need to
eat, drink, or sleep.
But she refuses that answer.
Vita marches on, and begins to call out for others.
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解锁条件：完成12-5，购入HYPER VISION单曲
解锁要求：通过HYPER VISION
女孩穿过一个个尘土飞扬的山谷，翻越一座座桥梁，最终一无所获。一路跟随着她的Arcaea逐渐为她所用，
靠着碎片散发出的光亮，一直在黑暗的残垣断壁中跋涉的路途也显得不那么瘆人了。
至于碎片中承载的那些记忆、那些影像……那只是一种干扰，不是吗？ 生活远比沉迷在那些东西里重要。
她揣度着这一阵阵吹来的风，猜想它们都从哪里来。这个世界肯定存在着一片海域，或者一个巨大的湖泊，
甚至是汪洋大海都有可能，而且距离她所在的地方一定非常近——只有这样，水才有可能流动循环。
那么，月亮必然也是存在的，也许还有太阳，因为这个世界并不寒冷。
她不知道自己猜对了多少，但……
毕竟自己已经给自己打了那么多气，还是不要放弃吧，不要紧的……她这么想着，继续向前走去。
最终，她的不懈努力终于带来了回报。
万事万物身上皆有命途的踪迹，但这一切并不是命中注定的；这个世界是感性的，
但并不代表这个世界会对她的期望照单全收；不过，想要愿望成真，有时只需踏出一步。
维塔爬上山坡的顶端，却没有发现海洋的痕迹——一颗名叫“太阳”的恒星正高挂在天空。
“哇，这是……”
光芒映入眼帘时，她不由得显露出自己本然的纯真，发出了诚挚的喟叹：碎片在空中飞舞，
云海美似仙境，一条奇异的缝隙从中贯穿，黑夜和白昼在这里交汇——这是一个真正属于光芒的世界。
即使她这一路上都在故作沉稳，拒不接受自己还是一个孩子的事实，在到达这个世界壮丽的边界时，
她还是抑制不住自己兴奋的心情，赶忙爬上了山坡，回望夜色。
“这景色……简直也太神奇了吧！”
她欣喜若狂，不由得发出惊叹。她打破了周遭沉寂，她的声音传到了很远很远的地方，
只可惜无人能够听到。兴奋的她不停在边界附近来回蹦跶，仰望因黑白交替而新诞生的银色，
观察这些色彩进一步相互碰撞、混合……实在是感到太过惊奇，这位女孩的嘴张得大大的。
她一边飞快地推理着，一边爬上附近的石块和障碍物，试图将这一切看得更加清楚些。
这是她醒来后第一次感到快乐。
而这份欣喜之情并不会很快散去。她已经把这里研究了个遍了，
不过她又在这条由亮至暗的狭窄甬道里找到了新的惊喜：未曾发现的Arcaea疆土，
以及新的景色：教堂和竞技场，湖边的房子，以及线缆缠绕着的木制柱子……
没错，这份欣喜之情不会很快散去。她喜欢探索和冒险，也对自己这回的发现很是满意。
但，这份欣喜之情终究会散去。
而当快乐开始淡去，哪怕一开始只是淡去了一点，这份空洞终究还是会不断扩大，
而担忧便最终会追赶上她。
忧虑逐渐显现，翻搅着她的胃，她开始被迫思考这一切：黑夜与白昼，
废墟与荒芜……直至逐渐满盈的思绪开始溢出。
“这里……真的不可能只有我一个人吧……？”
焦虑逐渐演化成了恐惧，维塔再一次抬高声音呼喊，试图让自己的声音传到更远的地方，
但仍然无人应答：空气中回荡的只有从四面八方返回来的回响。
属于Arcaea的这张蓝图不断向远处延展，其所覆盖的疆域范围超乎想象。
隔着那么远的距离，声音的传播往往会大打折扣，
因此有不少在这里醒来的人可能永远都无法找到甚至是注意到这里还有其他人的存在。
“喂，有人吗？” “到底有没有人啊？”……
维塔带着心里隐约的不安在死气沉沉的小巷和空无一人的洞穴中一遍遍呼喊，
而传回来的回声不断地将她引导至一个令她毛骨悚然的推论——她的命运，
或许和这个世界上许许多多人的命运一样：
孑然一身。
而即使是维塔这么小的孩子也能明白……时间的无情和因此而加诸众生的折磨，
是多么令人难以忍受的一件事。
将近一个月的时间，小维塔就这样风餐露宿，四处流浪。这个可怜的女孩心里的希望越来越稀薄，
终于令她无法忍受。于是，她躲进了废墟中的一个不起眼的小角落里，默默哭泣起来。
她抽噎着，呼吸时断时续，不停发出痛苦的呜咽。“我不要……” “不要！”“不要！！”她哽咽道，
将自己的脸埋在双腿间，抱膝痛哭。
小女孩漂亮裙袖上的心形花瓣此时浸满了眼泪。
她打了个嗝，胸口被沉重的思绪和推断压得喘不过气来。
她哭得实在是太过大声，以至于盖过了某人的脚步声。
那位少女从光亮中走出。
当少女迈出站定前的最后一步时，鞋跟清脆的撞击声传到了维塔的耳中。
她慌乱地抬起头，忽然感到害怕。
少女站在光亮前，身形隐于阴影之中，而她的右半边脸……
不，她的眼睛——被捕捉的光线穿透了漆黑的虚空径直刺来，
就好似什么东西在反射一般——维塔把头再抬高了一些，终于能够看清少女的左眼。
那只眼睛眨了眨，维塔的心顿时提到了嗓子眼。
原来，这里远不止是“有人”……她……
她的右“眼”，竟是一朵绽放的花。
The child marches through valleys of dust and over bridges to nothing. She trudges through wreckage
and, being in the deep dark all the time, uses the light of what Arcaea follow her to make her way more
safely. And as for their memories? As for their visions? They're merely a distraction, aren't they...?
Life is more than being lost to visions.
She considers the winds, imagining that they must be coming from somewhere. That, in fact, there
must be a sea, or immense lake, or ocean very, very close. There must be something shifting water.
There must be a moon, and perhaps there's a sun. The world is not cold, so... there must be a sun.
She can't know how little of that is correct to assume, and yet...
...giving herself so many reassurances, and voicing them too in comforting whispers, Vita marches on.
And for her dedication she is rewarded.
It's still a time of fate, but this isn't fated. It's still a time of feeling, but her desires aren't heard. Sometimes,
merely trying is all something takes to be done. Vita crests a hill, and finds not an ocean, but the sun.
"W—Wow—What..."
She whispers in surprise and innocence as light fills her eyes. A true world of light with glass dancing
through the sky. A brilliant sea of clouds in the sky, and a strange seam overhead where night and day
beautifully and melting meet.
Although she had held her head high until now, refusing the part of "the child", Vita unabashedly
scrambles over the hill in her excitement, looking back to the night as she reaches the spectacular border.
"How is it like this!? This... This is crazy!"
Ecstatic, she shouts through the quiet world, her voice carrying far—being heard by no one. She hops
around the border, looking up at the silvery and bleeding clash between darkness and daylight—
her mouth agape as she gasps in awe.
She giddily theorizes. She climbs nearby stones and structures to try to gain a better look. She is, for the
first time since waking, happy.
Wonder isn't lost very quickly, either. When she is done looking the border over, and at the strange vista
that is gazing into "night" from a side of "day", she finds wonder in the newly lit landscapes of Arcaea
instead. She finds new sights: cathedrals and coliseums, lake houses and new, wired and wooden pillars...
Wonder is not lost quickly. She enjoys what she can see and find. She enjoys the adventure of exploring.
But, when wonder does begin to drift away from her...
When her happiness begins to ebb—only a little at first, but then quite a lot...
...Her worries rapidly encroach on her stomach.
Thinking of night and day, and ruins, and vast emptiness—she begins to think too much.
She thinks too much, and she begins to ask:
"I'm not really all alone, am I...?"
And with the worry in her heart beginning to take the shape of fright, Vita once more starts to shout
into the world for anyone else to hear—with only echoes answering.
The canvas of Arcaea spreads across an unthinkable distance.
Across that distance, physical voices do not carry well. Some may wake here and never find, nor even notice
the presence of, another.
As Vita calls out "Someone!" and "Anyone?" through quiet alleys and past vacuous caverns, her returning
voice is a constant confirmation. A creeping, and then pounding sensation that her fate is the fate of so
many others in this place:
Life, alone.
And even she, even this little one...
...can comprehend the indifferent oppression of time.
After she has wandered over a month's time, with hope left barely as dregs within her chest, little Vita
crawls to the corner of a nondescript ruin and hides herself from nobody to cry.
She breathes in fits and starts. She growls in pain. She says, "No", and "No, no". She hugs her knees,
and she sobs.
She fills the petal-hearts of her sleeve with her tears.
And as she hiccups, as her chest hurts from the steady thoughts and the terrible weight of knowledge...
Her loud crying deafens her to the sounds of another's footsteps.
A woman steps out from the light.
As her foot falls one last time, the sharp sound of it reaches Vita's ear. She hurriedly picks up her head,
suddenly afraid.
With the brightness of the day behind her, the woman is a figure enshrouded in void. The right of
her face—her eye?—it catches light and shines through the shade. Curious if it's glass catching that light,
Vita lifts her head higher and can there see the woman's left eye blinking.
Vita's breath stops in her throat.
Not only is it another person, here and now...
... it is a person with a flower blooming from her right eye.
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……哦？
另一个记忆吗……是她的啊。
难道现在我更受这些回忆欢迎了？……你看到了吗？看来，某些法则是永远不会改变的……
嗯……这是……
我觉得，应该就是所谓的“第二次生命”吧。“复制”的全过程……为什么会被记录下来？
Arcaea……正常情况下来说不应该只对那位白衣少女感兴趣么？……但这个世界本来也不符常理，这
或许只是个意外？
……又或许，这是某种过失？看这里——
好像有哪里不太对。
从外面进入到一个世界中去……我们在虚无中已经观察到了几次，但没有一次会像现在这样……
这些记忆没有被编织的痕迹，同时也没有消散，而是聚在一起，像一团不断涌动的能量。可是为什么会
这样？
这就像那个被困在边界的灵魂……无论事实如何，这至少让我想起了她。
但一般来说，这一团聚合物并不能算作是某个“灵魂”。
或许是因为Arcaea不知道如何处理它们吗？可为什么不直接把它们变成碎片——
……啊，结果出来了，但我们却又多了一个未解之谜。这些被弃置的回忆到底最后如何了呢？你有没有
什么猜想或假设？我……
……呵……还是一如既往地沉默呢。现在看来，当时我真的应该给你装一个语音功能啊，卡戎。
但这或许刚好可以解释我们之前注意到的不同。
来到这里后，我们身上穿的衣服总是会发生变化，但我们自己的身体却每次都能完好无损地被复制下来。
所以……我才一直在想，是什么让维塔有了和那些记忆中不同的半边的浅色头发和那只奇特的眼睛。
这个记忆到这里就结束了……不，我们就不带着它了，收集太多碎片并不是件好事……
但不得不说，我确实对那些“已流失的回忆”很感兴趣。
或许它们最终进入了虚无之中？又或许它们根本就不是回忆吗？那样的话……
算了，还是别耽误太久。我们继续吧。
毕竟，时间在这里，也几乎从不等人。
...
...Oh?
Another memory... that girl's.
Are these ones fond of me now? ...You see that? It seems that some rules never change...
Hm. This is...
The second life... I believe. The "copy" process... Why was this recorded?
Arcaea... isn't it usually interested only in the girl in white? ...We do know this world isn't one for making
sense, I suppose. A random fluke?
Oh... or perhaps it's shame... Look here:
Something looks to have gone amiss.
We've watched a few entries from here in the Void, but never do they look like this...
The memories haven't been woven and nor have they dissipated—they're all together in a clump of
turning energy. Why?
This is like the soul that was stuck on the border... or it reminds me of her, at the very least.
This collection can't be considered a "soul" under ordinary circumstances, however.
Was Arcaea unsure what to do with them? Why not make them into glass—
...Ah. The process completed. Another mystery left for us. Those discarded memories, what happened
to them? Have you any theories? I...
...Hmph... quiet as always. I really should have given you the ability to speak, Charon.
But, well, perhaps this explains the difference we noted before.
Clothing near always changes once we enter here, but our bodies are always copied rather exactly.
I had wondered what gave Vita her half-paler hair and that odd eye, different from the memories.
Seems this memory doesn't follow much longer... No, we won't take it with us. Gathering memories
causes such aggravations...
I'm very curious about the "lost memories", though.
Perhaps they entered the Void? Or if they're memories at all, then... hm.
Well, enough dawdling. Let's continue.
Time rarely stops here, after all.