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! class="nomobile" colspan=" | ! class="nomobile" colspan="14" |目录 | ||
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! class="nodesktop" colspan=" | ! class="nodesktop" colspan="12" |目录 | ||
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! class="nomobile" rowspan=" | ! class="nomobile" rowspan="6" width="10%" |[[#Main(主线)|主线故事]] | ||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[光]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[光]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[#1-1|1-1]]||[[#1-2|1-2]]||[[#1-3|1-3]]||[[#1-4|1-4]]||[[#1-5|1-5]]||[[#1-ZR|1-ZR]]||[[#1-7|1-7]]||[[#1-8|1-8]]||[[#1-9|1-9]] | |[[#1-1|1-1]]||[[#1-2|1-2]]||[[#1-3|1-3]]||[[#1-4|1-4]]||[[#1-5|1-5]]||[[#1-ZR|1-ZR]]||[[#1-7|1-7]]||[[#1-8|1-8]]||[[#1-9|1-9]]|| colspan="3" | | ||
|- | |- | ||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[对立]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[对立]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[#2-1|2-1]]||[[#2-2|2-2]]||[[#2-3|2-3]]||[[#2-4|2-4]]||[[#2-5|2-5]]||[[#2-D|2-D]]||[[#2-7|2-7]]||[[#2-8|2-8]]||[[#2-9|2-9]] | |[[#2-1|2-1]]||[[#2-2|2-2]]||[[#2-3|2-3]]||[[#2-4|2-4]]||[[#2-5|2-5]]||[[#2-D|2-D]]||[[#2-7|2-7]]||[[#2-8|2-8]]||[[#2-9|2-9]]|| colspan="3" | | ||
|- | |- | ||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |聚合 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |聚合 | ||
|[[#V-1|V-1]]||[[#V-2|V-2]]||[[#V-3|V-3]]||[[#V-4|V-4]]||[[#V-5|V-5]]|| colspan=" | |[[#V-1|V-1]]||[[#V-2|V-2]]||[[#V-3|V-3]]||[[#V-4|V-4]]||[[#V-5|V-5]]|| colspan="7" | | ||
|- | |- | ||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |决裂 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |决裂 | ||
|[[#VS-1|VS-1]]||[[#VS-2|VS-2]]||[[#VS-3|VS-3]]||[[#VS-4|VS-4]]||[[#VS-5|VS-5]]||[[#VS-6|VS-6]]||[[#VS-7|VS-7]]||[[#VS- | |[[#VS-1|VS-1]]||[[#VS-2|VS-2]]||[[#VS-3|VS-3]]||[[#VS-4|VS-4]]||[[#VS-5|VS-5]]||[[#VS-6|VS-6]]||[[#VS-7|VS-7]]||[[#VS-8|VS-8]]|| colspan="4" | | ||
|- | |- | ||
! class="nomobile" rowspan=" | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |终焉 | ||
|[[#F-1|F-1]]||[[#F-2|F-2]]||[[#F-3|F-3]]||[[#F-4|F-4]]||[[#F-5|F-5]]||[[#F-6|F-6]]||[[#F-7|F-7]]|| colspan="5" | | |||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |结局 | |||
|[[#E-1|E-1]]||[[#E-2|E-2]]|| colspan="10" | | |||
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! class="nomobile" rowspan="7" width="10%" |[[#Side(支线)|支线故事]] | |||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[咲弥]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[咲弥]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[#3-0|3-0]]||[[#3-1|3-1]]||[[#3-2|3-2]]||[[#3-3|3-3]]||[[#3-4|3-4]]||[[#3-5|3-5]]|| colspan=" | |[[#3-0|3-0]]||[[#3-1|3-1]]||[[#3-2|3-2]]||[[#3-3|3-3]]||[[#3-4|3-4]]||[[#3-5|3-5]]|| colspan="6" | | ||
|- | |- | ||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[红]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[红]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[#4-1|4-1]]||[[#4-2|4-2]]||[[#4-3|4-3]]||[[#4-4|4-4]]||[[#4-5|4-5]]||[[#4-6|4-6]]||[[#4-7|4-7]]||[[#4-8|4-8]]|| | |[[#4-1|4-1]]||[[#4-2|4-2]]||[[#4-3|4-3]]||[[#4-4|4-4]]||[[#4-5|4-5]]||[[#4-6|4-6]]||[[#4-7|4-7]]||[[#4-8|4-8]]|| colspan="4" | | ||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[白姬]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[白姬]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[# | |[[#S-1|S-1]]||[[#S-2|S-2]]||[[#S-3|S-3]]||[[#S-4|S-4]]|| colspan="4" | ||[[#S-5|S-5]]||[[#S-6|S-6]]|| colspan="2" | | ||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[忘却]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[忘却]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[#6-1| | |[[#5-1|5-1]]||[[#5-2|5-2]]||[[#5-3|5-3]]||[[#5-4|5-4]]||[[#5-5|5-5]]||[[#5-6|5-6]]|| colspan="6" | | ||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[爱丽丝 & 坦尼尔]] - 个人故事 | |||
|[[#7-1|7-1]]||[[#7-2|7-2]]||[[#7-3|7-3]]||[[#7-4|7-4]]||[[#7-5|7-5]]||[[#7-6|7-6]]|| colspan="6" | | |||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[拉格兰]] - 个人故事 | |||
|[[#9-1|9-1]]||[[#9-2|9-2]]||[[#9-3|9-3]]||[[#9-4|9-4]]|| colspan="5" | ||[[#9-5|9-5]]||[[#9-6|9-6]]|| colspan="1" | | |||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[爱托]] & [[露娜]] - 个人故事 | |||
|[[#10-1|10-1]]||[[#10-2|10-2]]||[[#10-3|10-3]]||[[#10-4|10-4]]||[[#10-5|10-5]]|| colspan="6" | ||[[#10-6|10-6]] | |||
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! class="nomobile" rowspan="4" width="10%" |[[#Short(短篇)|短篇故事]] | |||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[调]] - 个人故事 | ! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[调]] - 个人故事 | ||
|[[# | |[[#6-1|6-1]]||[[#6-2|6-2]]||[[#6-3|6-3]]|| colspan="9" | | ||
|- | |||
! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[迷尔]] - 个人故事 | |||
|[[#8-1|8-1]]||[[#8-2|8-2]]||[[#8-3|8-3]]|| colspan="9" | | |||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[彩梦]] - 个人故事 | |||
|[[#11-1|11-1]]||[[#11-2|11-2]]||[[#11-3|11-3]]|| colspan="9" | | |||
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! class="nomobile" width="15%" |[[维塔]] - 个人故事 | |||
|[[#12-1|12-1]]||[[#12-2|12-2]]||[[#12-3|12-3]]|| colspan="9" | | |||
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The girl had felt many emotions since her waking into the white and ruined world. Mostly, she'd felt anger,<br>but she'd been able to turn that anger into a strange sort of hope. True, she didn't have much of a plan. In<br>fact, she was only walking forward because she believed at the end of her steps there would be something<br>good. She had hope. She was certain that this chaos was leading into light. She was certain that the<br>torments she was facing, that the horrors she was holding, could be completely shattered.<br><br>Yes, she was emotional. She felt so strongly that when faced with the idea that no, in fact, nothing had a<br>purpose...she began to suffer.<br><br>The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes. And so the girl sat on her knees in a<br>malformed circle of death, looking at a world coming to its end. This was the first time she had felt the<br>emotion of sadness, and it was quickly turning into despair. The world of Arcaea was a pointless world. It<br>was the manifestation of worlds gone. It had no substance, only the reflections of such. Even the glowing<br>and joyful memories she had sometimes encountered on her way were still only memories of the past. Like<br>night comes after day, they had to have led into the end she now saw spinning slowly in the air before her.<br>Her eyes welled with tears.<br><br>She had felt so much since waking up. | The girl had felt many emotions since her waking into the white and ruined world. Mostly, she'd felt anger,<br>but she'd been able to turn that anger into a strange sort of hope. True, she didn't have much of a plan. In<br>fact, she was only walking forward because she believed at the end of her steps there would be something<br>good. She had hope. She was certain that this chaos was leading into light. She was certain that the<br>torments she was facing, that the horrors she was holding, could be completely shattered.<br><br>Yes, she was emotional. She felt so strongly that when faced with the idea that no, in fact, nothing had a<br>purpose...she began to suffer.<br><br>The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes. And so the girl sat on her knees in a<br>malformed circle of death, looking at a world coming to its end. This was the first time she had felt the<br>emotion of sadness, and it was quickly turning into despair. The world of Arcaea was a pointless world. It<br>was the manifestation of worlds gone. It had no substance, only the reflections of such. Even the glowing<br>and joyful memories she had sometimes encountered on her way were still only memories of the past. Like<br>night comes after day, they had to have led into the end she now saw spinning slowly in the air before her.<br>Her eyes welled with tears.<br><br>She had felt so much since waking up. | ||
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She'd felt joy. Joy left her.<br><br>She'd | She'd felt joy. Joy left her.<br><br>She'd felt fear. Fear left her.<br><br>Anger left her.<br><br>Hope left her.<br><br>Even sadness and despair now left her.<br><br>Her eyes went dark and she could feel resonance with the glass. The shell of memories around her began to<br>crack and split open. She emerged from it and stood in the blinding light, and couldn't feel anything at all.}} | ||
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解锁条件：完成[[#2-8|2-8]],解锁[[Vicious Labyrinth]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[对立]]通过[[trappola bewitching]] | 解锁条件：完成[[#2-8|2-8]],解锁[[Vicious Labyrinth]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[对立]]通过[[trappola bewitching]] | ||
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And so her thoughts, too, begin to vanish.}} | And so her thoughts, too, begin to vanish.}} | ||
===VS- | ===VS-8=== | ||
被隐藏的Story剧情，需要进行解锁才可显示<br>解锁条件：完成[[#VS-7|VS-7]]，解锁[[Black Fate]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Arcahv]] | 被隐藏的Story剧情，需要进行解锁才可显示<br>解锁条件：完成[[#VS-7|VS-7]]，解锁[[Black Fate]]曲包<br>解锁要求：需要解锁[[Arcahv]] | ||
[[文件:Story VS-???.jpg|300px|thumb|right|VS-??? (vn)]] | [[文件:Story VS-???.jpg|300px|thumb|right|VS-??? (vn)]] | ||
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Her glass breaks through the final thin layer of clouds. The complex, graying landscape reveals itself, to its<br>farthest reaches.<br><br>She smiles...<br><br>She smiles!<br><br>This is her new life! She holds out her hand, knowing that someday, somewhere beyond that horizon, she will<br>find others who will take it. Someday, these hands will do something great.<br><br>Until then, she will look ahead.<br><br>Living in the present—in Arcaea.}} | Her glass breaks through the final thin layer of clouds. The complex, graying landscape reveals itself, to its<br>farthest reaches.<br><br>She smiles...<br><br>She smiles!<br><br>This is her new life! She holds out her hand, knowing that someday, somewhere beyond that horizon, she will<br>find others who will take it. Someday, these hands will do something great.<br><br>Until then, she will look ahead.<br><br>Living in the present—in Arcaea.}} | ||
=== | ===S-1=== | ||
解锁条件：无<br>解锁要求：通过[[Blue Rose]] | 解锁条件：无<br>解锁要求：通过[[Blue Rose]] | ||
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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.}} | 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[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#S-1|S-1]]<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[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。 | 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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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.}} | 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[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#S-2|S-2]]<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[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。 | 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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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.}} | 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.}} | ||
=== | ===S-4=== | ||
解锁条件：完成[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#S-3|S-3]]<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[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。 | 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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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.}} | 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[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#S-4|S-4]],[[#4-8|4-8]]<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[白姬]]通过[[nέo κόsmo]] | ||
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“很高兴认识妳”<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。 | “很高兴认识妳”<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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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.}} | 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.}} | ||
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解锁条件：完成[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#S-5|S-5]]<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[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。 | 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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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.}} | 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.}} | ||
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解锁条件：解锁[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[忘却]]通过[[Genesis]] | 解锁条件：解锁[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[忘却]]通过[[Genesis]] | ||
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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.}} | 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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解锁条件：完成[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#5-1|5-1]],解锁[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[忘却]]通过[[Moonheart]] | ||
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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？ | 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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Truly--and the others it shares a crowd with are special indeed.}} | Truly--and the others it shares a crowd with are special indeed.}} | ||
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解锁条件：完成[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#5-3|5-3]],解锁[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[忘却]]通过[[Blossoms]] | ||
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那一段回忆，确是珍贵。<br><br> | 那一段回忆，确是珍贵。<br><br> | ||
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…Back in life,she learned not to ask many questions.}} | …Back in life,she learned not to ask many questions.}} | ||
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解锁条件：完成[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#5-4|5-4]],解锁[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[忘却]]通过[[corps-sans-organes]] | ||
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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。 | “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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Under the cloud of glass, she shuts her eyes, bends her head, and puts the heel of her palm over her nose, the<br>underside of her fist against her skull. She won't cry. She can't let herself do something like that. To cry here,<br>at this, would open her to too many facets of reality she has chosen not to face. She sits on the ground,<br>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. She tries<br>not to dwell. She doesn't want to dwell. But, while calming herself, the thought can't help but occur to her:<br>that, if this is death...<br><br>...she would much rather have oblivion.}} | Under the cloud of glass, she shuts her eyes, bends her head, and puts the heel of her palm over her nose, the<br>underside of her fist against her skull. She won't cry. She can't let herself do something like that. To cry here,<br>at this, would open her to too many facets of reality she has chosen not to face. She sits on the ground,<br>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. She tries<br>not to dwell. She doesn't want to dwell. But, while calming herself, the thought can't help but occur to her:<br>that, if this is death...<br><br>...she would much rather have oblivion.}} | ||
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解锁条件：完成[[# | 解锁条件：完成[[#5-5|5-5]],解锁[[Ambivalent Vision]]曲包<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[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。 | 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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解锁条件： | 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： | 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.}} | |||
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解锁条件：完成[[#7-2| | 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.}} | |||
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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[[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.}} | |||
===7-6=== | |||
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。<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。<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。<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。<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……<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.}} | |||
==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：解锁[[Scarlet Cage]]单曲<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[调]]通过[[Astral tale]] | |||
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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——只有她独自一人。<br /><br />她对以前所发生的事情没有任何记忆，只知道自己几天前在这个地方苏醒，之后便不断四处游荡探索。<br />眼前的这片破败的建筑并没有办法为她解惑。<br />所有的建筑都空荡荡的……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 />也许这样的想法只是她让自己分心的一种手段，与其去注意这个世界的沉重和内心的孤寂，<br />不如把注意力放在这种事情上。<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，但是问题来了：她是在哪儿拿到它的？她到底为什么要带着它？<br />虽然醒来时它就在她的身边，她却无法解答这些问题。<br />她只知道拨动琴弦可以奏响旋律，然后在音品上方按住琴弦可以作出更多旋律。<br />只要适时地弹奏它，就可以创作出节奏、音调、和弦以及和声。<br />更重要的是，当她手中握着吉他的时候，似乎能感觉到一种油然而生的...惬意。<br /><br />但为什么会这样？她并没有头绪。可是为什么她又想不起来呢？<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？她就这样走着。<br />她当然知道如何行走，可是你问为什么？她并不知道，她从来就没有知晓过答案。<br /><br />这些知识，哪怕是货真价实的知识，到底是不是来自于她的“记忆”？<br />她真的“记得”这些东西吗？她是否已经“忘却”了别的东西？<br />她感觉自己患了失忆症，但却是...选择性的失忆？ | |||
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她知晓事物，却不清楚事物的由来，这一切让她陷入了深深的失落。这让她显得不完整。<br />就好像自己的皮肉与骨头被放在一具不相称的身体里，同时又忘记了把其他重要的东西一并放进去。<br />这样的躯体，就像一个空壳一般，很快就会被遗忘。<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。她强迫自己把注意力放在那些转瞬即逝的画面。<br />但答案呢？还是没有。这里没有答案。<br /><br />在她的赤足探险中（她很早就决定把鞋挂在脖子上，因为高高的鞋跟在这样的地形上走路不方便），<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事物，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。<br />这些倒影发出了怪异的共鸣，而她也认为自己一定对倒影中的事物非常熟悉。 | |||
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不过，所谓的熟悉终究也只是一种感觉。玻璃展示的倒影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……<br />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。<br />这种消沉逐渐催生出焦虑、茫然、困惑和孤寂，并让她感觉自己的内心缺失了某个重要的东西。<br />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。<br />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 buildings,<br>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 questions.<br>Each of them was empty... and while she found the architecture itself familiar, she seemed to have no<br>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 the idea<br>was just a distraction for her, something to ponder in favor of the more obvious, weightier things regarding<br>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 gotten it?<br>Why in the world was it with her? Despite having woken up alongside it, she couldn’t answer those questions.<br>She only knew to pluck the strings to make sounds, to hold the strings over the frets to create others.<br>To strum them in time, to create rhythms, melodies, chords, harmonies.<br>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 sand?<br>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 fundamentally<br>upset. It made her feel like an incomplete person. Like someone had removed her skin and muscles and<br>bones and placed them into some false container, but had forgotten to put in all the other important things,<br>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 sudden<br>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 neck, since<br>the large heels were inconvenient for the terrain) she’d learned next to nothing. In fact, the more she saw,<br>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 like she<br>knew nothing of herself. So much of what she saw was baffling nonsense—not least of all the glass wandering<br>through the air for seemingly no reason. Glass that showed her other people, other times, other worlds.<br>Reflections, resonating in the oddest ways. Reflections, she thought, 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 place,<br>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.}} | |||
===6-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#6-1|6-1]],解锁[[Scarlet Cage]]单曲<br>解锁要求：使用搭档[[调]]通过[[carmine:scythe]] | |||
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不过她终究无法始终回避那股不好的预感。<br /><br />最终，她坐在了一块稍显平整的岩石上，有些焦虑地用手摆弄着头发。<br />她转过头，看到自己在沙尘中留下的脚印，竟已延伸到远方看不清的地平线。<br />这片沙漠怎么会这么漫长？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，再次握在了手中。<br />她瞬间又感受到了那股令人安心的惬意，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 />她很自然地开始哼起一首曲调。<br />她的指尖抚过琴弦，电吉他不插电时发出的那种轻声细致的和弦音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。<br />她的嘴角闪过一丝微笑，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。<br />歌词已经在她的唇齿之间蠢蠢欲动，随时准备伴随歌曲倾泻而出。<br />它们起初是断断续续、吐露不清的，挣扎着编织出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，她的歌声愈发响亮。她的情感在心中不断澎湃，变得愈发地猛烈。<br />这些发自本能的辞藻并非新的歌词，却也不是被遗忘的旧调。<br />它们一直都在她的心里，只是现在变得蠢蠢欲动，想要冲出她的胸膛。<br />光是唱出来还不够，必须要高声呼喊，竭力嘶吼，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 />她放声呼喊，困惑的心绪、迷途的未知、凄凉的景色、<br />以及那小小的玻璃碎片中折射出来的那些转瞬即逝的回忆，她向着这一切放声呼喊着。<br /><br />她声嘶力竭，宣泄着——<br /><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。<br />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？这片死寂的地方是哪里？她曾遭遇什么样的命运？她的过去曾经发生过什么？<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，<br />就像它们还存在着一样，想要把自己推向极限。<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，一股令人恐惧的气息从暗中涌动，<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，这让她稍微好受了一些，尽管原由连她自己也说不上来。<br />至少，这让她不再那么迷惑，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。她的歌曲结束了。<br />她的歌声消逝在明亮的天空中，这首歌曲曾经存在的证据，如今成为了她几近空白的回忆的一部分。<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 her hair.<br>Looking back, she could see a long set of footprints through the faded sand, stretching all the way to the<br>horizon. How was it possible there was this much sand? She was starting to get sick 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 chords<br>adding that precious harmony to her melody. She could remember how to walk, and she could remember<br>how to play. It brought a momentary smile to her lips: how both of these acts came about as natural as<br>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 resounded in<br>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, about the<br>bounteous memories in tiny glass shards flitting past for brief moments before 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? 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 limits.<br><br>Her fingers flew madly across the six strings.<br>She could hear it vividly in her mind, the power, the 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 with the<br>simmering dread, growing into a powerful heat, which reached her eyes as well.<br><br>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. | |||
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After a time, the echoes of her shouting faded out. A few final plucks with her right hand, and she dropped<br>it from the strings, her work finished. Her song vanished into the bright sky, the evidence it had ever<br>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 that had<br>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 done.<br>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，那么空虚，那么冷漠。<br /><br />但现在，她觉得自己已经能够面对它们了。<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、<br />让你成为被它掌控的傀儡。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，也许她以前就用过相同的方式以咆哮宣泄着恐惧。<br /><br />也许这些事情都曾经发生过，但至少现在，她觉得自己能应付恐惧了。<br />她现在能更好地掌控这种扭曲的情感。<br />如果她希望在这个令人困惑的世界中保持理智，就需要时刻注意这种恐惧，<br />防止自己被其所掌控。不过，恐惧总是如影随形。 | 这个世界还是那么令人迷惑——那么可怕，那么空虚，那么冷漠。<br /><br />但现在，她觉得自己已经能够面对它们了。<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、<br />让你成为被它掌控的傀儡。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，也许她以前就用过相同的方式以咆哮宣泄着恐惧。<br /><br />也许这些事情都曾经发生过，但至少现在，她觉得自己能应付恐惧了。<br />她现在能更好地掌控这种扭曲的情感。<br />如果她希望在这个令人困惑的世界中保持理智，就需要时刻注意这种恐惧，<br />防止自己被其所掌控。不过，恐惧总是如影随形。 | ||