故事模式剧情详表/咲弥
3-1
解锁条件：通过Antithese
夜色将至。屋外，太阳所溢出的琥珀色暮光马不停蹄地想要从天际溜走，
奈何被草坪中的那几台装置捕捉并卷入，
转变为近似月光的柔和射线。
这场宴会带有种独特的气氛。虽然庄园外一个人都没有，但是对上流人士来说，
保持形象似乎比任何事都来得重要。她了解这一切——从一开始便是。她坐在较暗一点的地方，
而被捕捉的阳光则重现于她如今无法触及的天花板与阶梯。
少女静静地思考着潜藏于那些渊博知识之中的涵义。
“拉薇妮雅。”
她的视线从玻璃杯上移走。而她的未婚夫（穿着整齐，甚至能用古板来形容，
但是姿态相当轻松自如）正站在她的面前。
“想好今晚喝什么了？”
她用那只正常的眼睛注视着杯子，答道：“嗯，多纳文……我点了李子汁。”
“不错。”他笑着回应，一边环顾房间的四周。
少女茫然地瞧着他的表情，而他假笑着。
“妈妈和大家都说蔓越莓汁更健康呢，不过……”
他说道，并再次朝她瞥去，“喝起来也更苦，不是吗？你也不喜欢吧？”
她想了想，畏缩道：“我不喜欢。”
“那就好。”他轻笑一声，转过身去，“我接下来要去跟摩根聊聊，
不过随时欢迎你加入我们。”
少女点了点头，多纳文就走去壁炉旁的那群老朋友们身边。
一如往常，形象的维护是必不可少的。在引线被卷起存入地上的灯笼前，
那凹槽中的火焰只把自身的光辉投出几英寸远。房间的其余场所一片黑暗，却使人感到安心。
挂在上方的几个灯笼刚好提供了足够让人们进行阅读、辨识各自面孔，
以及分配经过了精挑细选的食物和一瓶瓶饮料所需要的光线。在那半面为玻璃的墙壁外部，
如今室外景色模糊不清，隐约能够辨识出野花、石头与溪流：笼罩于深蓝夜幕之下，仿佛一条绸缎。
宴会上有二十位来宾，一半在这个房间里，其他人可能在大厅或是某处的书房——
或许是图书馆也说不定。她所知道的只有这么多。
她细细品尝了她的果汁。她从中感受到了一丝甜味，但这李子汁依然不能让她产生多大的印象。
少女显然能回忆起某种更好的滋味和感觉，但现在她还是试图让思绪集中在舌尖上的味蕾。
可惜，这依然不足以打动她，这味道实在是平凡得出奇。
她将玻璃杯搁在一旁那张矮桌的奇异桌布上。她坐了下来，凝听、观察着四周，
几分心不在焉地抚摸着于她的另一只眼中绽放的花瓣。
她听见多纳文说，“但仔细想想，他们现在已经做了那么多了。
我第一次听到这主意的时候，我甚至觉得这完全行不通。”
“嗯，查尔斯对这一点十分确信。”另一位来宾说道——不是摩根，而是娜塔莉亚。
“真让人意外，”多纳文认同道，手指游离于发梢。
“一个完整的世界，全部由人类的双手打造……”他说，“我们人类可真了不起。”
It's early evening. Outside, the twilight amber flowing out from the sun tries to slip by without
pause, but the devices within the surrounding meadows catch and spool it, changing it to rays
more similar to what might be cast from the moon.
The party has a certain atmosphere. Though there are no eyes without the manor, the fact is that
maintaining an image is paramount to those of upper echelons. She knows this, all of this, innately.
Sitting in a darker place, with sunlight captured and held at ceilings and staircases presently
beyond her reach, she considers the implications of this knowledge in calm and in silence.
"Lavinia."
She looks up from her glass. The fiancé (dressed very well, almost stuffily, but in casual
posture) is standing before her.
"What have you decided to drink tonight?"
She looks at it through her one proper eye. She answers: "Plum juice… Donovan."
"Keen," he says with a smile, looking out toward the rest of the room. She looks at his
expression blankly. He smirks. "Mum and the rest prefer cranberry—for health, they say—
but…" he says, glancing at her again. "It's a bitter taste, isn't it? You don't like it either,
do you?"
She thinks, wincing. "I don't."
"And that is to the good." He chuckles, then turns away. "I'll go speak with Morgan.
Join us whenever you like."
She nods, and Donovan moves to their mutual childhood friend near the fireplace.
As always, images need to be maintained. The fire throws its light only a few feet out from the pit
before the threads of it are wound away, stored into lanterns on the floor. The rest of the room is
dark, but comforting. It's a setting to relax within. A few lanterns above give just enough illumination
for reading, seeing each other's faces, and the spread of carefully selected portions of food along
with bottles of drink. Just outside the room, through half-glass walls, an almost untame scene of
wildflowers, stones, and streams is dimly visible: wrapped in a midnight blue, almost like satin.
There are twenty guests at the party, half in this room, the rest in the halls or somewhere in other
studies—perhaps the library. This is as much as she knows.
She drinks her juice, tastes it. She notes the sweetness, not having had much experience with
plum juice herself. She recalls something about a better taste and sensation, but in the moment
now she is compelled to focus on how the liquid feels along her tongue. However, she can make
no true determination of it. It is remarkably unremarkable.
She puts the glass down on the fanciful doily of the short table beside her. She sits, listens, and
watches, touching the flower petals blooming from her other eye rather absently.
She hears Donovan say, "But to think they’ve done so much already. When I first heard of the idea,
I was sure it wasn’t possible."
"Well, Charles is quite sure it is," says another of the guests—not Morgan, but Nathalia.
"Astounding," Donovan grants, running his fingers through the top of his hair.
"A whole entire world, made by human hands," he says. "Mankind is quite something."
解锁条件：通过Antithese
夜色将至。屋外，太阳所溢出的琥珀色暮光马不停蹄地想要从天际溜走，
奈何被草坪中的那几台装置捕捉并卷入，
转变为近似月光的柔和射线。
这场宴会带有种独特的气氛。虽然庄园外一个人都没有，但是对上流人士来说，
保持形象似乎比任何事都来得重要。她了解这一切——从一开始便是。她坐在较暗一点的地方，
而被捕捉的阳光则重现于她如今无法触及的天花板与阶梯。
少女静静地思考着潜藏于那些渊博知识之中的涵义。
“拉薇妮雅。”
她的视线从玻璃杯上移走。而她的未婚夫（穿着整齐，甚至能用古板来形容，
但是姿态相当轻松自如）正站在她的面前。
“想好今晚喝什么了？”
她用那只正常的眼睛注视着杯子，答道：“嗯，多纳文……我点了李子汁。”
“不错。”他笑着回应，一边环顾房间的四周。
少女茫然地瞧着他的表情，而他假笑着。
“妈妈和大家都说蔓越莓汁更健康呢，不过……”
他说道，并再次朝她瞥去，“喝起来也更苦，不是吗？你也不喜欢吧？”
她想了想，畏缩道：“我不喜欢。”
“那就好。”他轻笑一声，转过身去，“我接下来要去跟摩根聊聊，
不过随时欢迎你加入我们。”
少女点了点头，多纳文就走去壁炉旁的那群老朋友们身边。
一如往常，形象的维护是必不可少的。在引线被卷起存入地上的灯笼前，
那凹槽中的火焰只把自身的光辉投出几英寸远。房间的其余场所一片黑暗，却使人感到安心。
挂在上方的几个灯笼刚好提供了足够让人们进行阅读、辨识各自面孔，
以及分配经过了精挑细选的食物和一瓶瓶饮料所需要的光线。在那半面为玻璃的墙壁外部，
如今室外景色模糊不清，隐约能够辨识出野花、石头与溪流：笼罩于深蓝夜幕之下，仿佛一条绸缎。
宴会上有二十位来宾，一半在这个房间里，其他人可能在大厅或是某处的书房——
或许是图书馆也说不定。她所知道的只有这么多。
她细细品尝了她的果汁。她从中感受到了一丝甜味，但这李子汁依然不能让她产生多大的印象。
少女显然能回忆起某种更好的滋味和感觉，但现在她还是试图让思绪集中在舌尖上的味蕾。
可惜，这依然不足以打动她，这味道实在是平凡得出奇。
她将玻璃杯搁在一旁那张矮桌的奇异桌布上。她坐了下来，凝听、观察着四周，
几分心不在焉地抚摸着于她的另一只眼中绽放的花瓣。
她听见多纳文说，“但仔细想想，他们现在已经做了那么多了。
我第一次听到这主意的时候，我甚至觉得这完全行不通。”
“嗯，查尔斯对这一点十分确信。”另一位来宾说道——不是摩根，而是娜塔莉亚。
“真让人意外，”多纳文认同道，手指游离于发梢。
“一个完整的世界，全部由人类的双手打造……”他说，“我们人类可真了不起。”
It's early evening. Outside, the twilight amber flowing out from the sun tries to slip by without
pause, but the devices within the surrounding meadows catch and spool it, changing it to rays
more similar to what might be cast from the moon.
The party has a certain atmosphere. Though there are no eyes without the manor, the fact is that
maintaining an image is paramount to those of upper echelons. She knows this, all of this, innately.
Sitting in a darker place, with sunlight captured and held at ceilings and staircases presently
beyond her reach, she considers the implications of this knowledge in calm and in silence.
"Lavinia."
She looks up from her glass. The fiancé (dressed very well, almost stuffily, but in casual
posture) is standing before her.
"What have you decided to drink tonight?"
She looks at it through her one proper eye. She answers: "Plum juice… Donovan."
"Keen," he says with a smile, looking out toward the rest of the room. She looks at his
expression blankly. He smirks. "Mum and the rest prefer cranberry—for health, they say—
but…" he says, glancing at her again. "It's a bitter taste, isn't it? You don't like it either,
do you?"
She thinks, wincing. "I don't."
"And that is to the good." He chuckles, then turns away. "I'll go speak with Morgan.
Join us whenever you like."
She nods, and Donovan moves to their mutual childhood friend near the fireplace.
As always, images need to be maintained. The fire throws its light only a few feet out from the pit
before the threads of it are wound away, stored into lanterns on the floor. The rest of the room is
dark, but comforting. It's a setting to relax within. A few lanterns above give just enough illumination
for reading, seeing each other's faces, and the spread of carefully selected portions of food along
with bottles of drink. Just outside the room, through half-glass walls, an almost untame scene of
wildflowers, stones, and streams is dimly visible: wrapped in a midnight blue, almost like satin.
There are twenty guests at the party, half in this room, the rest in the halls or somewhere in other
studies—perhaps the library. This is as much as she knows.
She drinks her juice, tastes it. She notes the sweetness, not having had much experience with
plum juice herself. She recalls something about a better taste and sensation, but in the moment
now she is compelled to focus on how the liquid feels along her tongue. However, she can make
no true determination of it. It is remarkably unremarkable.
She puts the glass down on the fanciful doily of the short table beside her. She sits, listens, and
watches, touching the flower petals blooming from her other eye rather absently.
She hears Donovan say, "But to think they’ve done so much already. When I first heard of the idea,
I was sure it wasn’t possible."
"Well, Charles is quite sure it is," says another of the guests—not Morgan, but Nathalia.
"Astounding," Donovan grants, running his fingers through the top of his hair.
"A whole entire world, made by human hands," he says. "Mankind is quite something."
3-2
解锁条件：通过Corruption
片刻前，她的目光飘忽于灯笼摇曳的光线，现在她则找寻起自己的未婚夫来。
她再度伸手拿起玻璃杯，啜了一小口；这样足够让她想起为什么当初要把它搁在一旁了。
创造世界的事情，根本只是他们脑中不可靠的幻想而已。他们没有更深入地讨论。
他们其实并不了解它。那群人究竟说过哪些他们真正感兴趣的话题——
说实话，她没法准确地回想起来。真让人心烦意乱。有时候，她甚至觉得他们根本就没在说话。
少女开始感到厌烦。她起身离开客厅，走去那些更豪华，更有夜晚魅力的大厅；
穿过几间虽有亲切感，但对她而言依然陌生的房间。她将这儿探索了一遍，
发现了一条未点灯的漆黑路径，以及几扇把手似乎上了锁，却看不见锁孔的门。
能够打开的那些门后方，是几位男女在房里，聊天的声音小到听不清楚。
他们虽然注意到她的存在，但只是瞥了一眼，就回到方才谈话或休息的状态。
她想去外边走走。
先进的科技遍布于这座庄园，但庄园整体却与古老的“阶级制度”理念相融。
没错，那些调光器十分奇特，而这整片人造的荒野也极为古怪。不过这其中让她最感兴趣的科技，
是安置在花园中的那些光能转换装置。
她虽然知晓它们，却是初次亲眼所见。
用单个词语来形容：她很“好奇”。
人们总重复着单调乏味的社交活动，使今日与过去的千百天几乎毫无差别，
而她对涉猎此类日子毫无兴趣。
生命与创造皆无比迷人，从中选出一者难如登天。
但就在她缓缓靠近通往前车道的大门时……
就在她的手指触摸到眼前那巨大的木把手时……
她明白过来，外头没有任何事物——至少对她而言，从一开始便是如此。
这整个世界上，没有任何其他能让她容身的地方。
她的归属并不是于草坪中赞赏那堆机械科技，而是那间狭窄的准夫妻起居室。
“外部”仅仅是个想法。一个毫无营养，转瞬即逝的概念。
这可不是个会让她感到开心的领会。
她的手从门把手上滑落。随即她转过身，站在一盏吊灯底下。
那吊灯上面装饰的每一片镜片都映照着这一刻的世界别处的景象——
总是不断地转换，展现着那些她无法前去的场所。
柔和的，宛如星空般的彩灯环绕在固定装置的周围，让那物体与这整片场地都显得过于虚幻。
她的眼神、她的嘴唇，未阐述任何思绪。步伐声中燃起些许不满，她步履艰难地回到了宅邸之中。
Her eye had wandered to the flickering of a lantern, and now it seeks the expectant husband.
She reaches for her glass and takes a sip; it's enough to make her remember why she had put it
down in the first place.
The matter of a created world is only really a fickle fancy of theirs. They do not discuss it much.
They do not much understand it. What little they might have to say of true interest, she can't, in
fact, properly remember. Irritating. At times, it even feels to her like they aren't speaking at all.
The girl grows impatient. She stands and passes out of the sitting room into more lavish, more
evening- themed halls, passing rooms with which she's familiar, but only vaguely. She explores,
finding stretches of unlit, pitch-black paths, and doors that seem to be locked though their knobs
bear no holes for unlocking. What doors are open show rooms of a few men and women each,
chatting too quietly to discern. If they ever notice her presence, they only look her way a moment
before returning to conversation or rest.
She wants to go outside.
The manor has some technological sophistication to it, but is married to its ideals of old "class".
Yes, the dimming canisters are curious, and the manufactured wilds are peculiar, but what interests
her the most are the light-transforming machines in the gardens. She knows of them, but has yet to
see them firsthand.
In a word, she is "curious".
The humdrum of a social gathering so often repeated that this day feels like a thousand identical
others is not something she wishes to dabble in long. Lives and creations are too fascinating to
ever take either for granted.
But as she approaches the doors to the front driveway...
As her fingers slip upon the wood of the grand handles before her...
She knows, innately, that there is nothing past there, nothing for her. In the entire world, there is
nowhere else she could be. Her place is not in the meadows admiring mechanisms, it is in the
sitting room with the husband-to-be.
"Outside" is only an idea. A fruitless, ephemeral concept.
That is not a favorable realization.
Dropping her hand she turns and stands below the chandelier, each of its shards showing an image
of somewhere else in the world, at this moment. Shifting, always, and speaking of places she
cannot go. Fading, almost celestial illumination hangs around the fixture, giving this place and
that object a too-unreal quality. Her eye, her lips, say nothing. She trudges back into the mansion,
with a small fire of discontent born within her.
解锁条件：通过Corruption
片刻前，她的目光飘忽于灯笼摇曳的光线，现在她则找寻起自己的未婚夫来。
她再度伸手拿起玻璃杯，啜了一小口；这样足够让她想起为什么当初要把它搁在一旁了。
创造世界的事情，根本只是他们脑中不可靠的幻想而已。他们没有更深入地讨论。
他们其实并不了解它。那群人究竟说过哪些他们真正感兴趣的话题——
说实话，她没法准确地回想起来。真让人心烦意乱。有时候，她甚至觉得他们根本就没在说话。
少女开始感到厌烦。她起身离开客厅，走去那些更豪华，更有夜晚魅力的大厅；
穿过几间虽有亲切感，但对她而言依然陌生的房间。她将这儿探索了一遍，
发现了一条未点灯的漆黑路径，以及几扇把手似乎上了锁，却看不见锁孔的门。
能够打开的那些门后方，是几位男女在房里，聊天的声音小到听不清楚。
他们虽然注意到她的存在，但只是瞥了一眼，就回到方才谈话或休息的状态。
她想去外边走走。
先进的科技遍布于这座庄园，但庄园整体却与古老的“阶级制度”理念相融。
没错，那些调光器十分奇特，而这整片人造的荒野也极为古怪。不过这其中让她最感兴趣的科技，
是安置在花园中的那些光能转换装置。
她虽然知晓它们，却是初次亲眼所见。
用单个词语来形容：她很“好奇”。
人们总重复着单调乏味的社交活动，使今日与过去的千百天几乎毫无差别，
而她对涉猎此类日子毫无兴趣。
生命与创造皆无比迷人，从中选出一者难如登天。
但就在她缓缓靠近通往前车道的大门时……
就在她的手指触摸到眼前那巨大的木把手时……
她明白过来，外头没有任何事物——至少对她而言，从一开始便是如此。
这整个世界上，没有任何其他能让她容身的地方。
她的归属并不是于草坪中赞赏那堆机械科技，而是那间狭窄的准夫妻起居室。
“外部”仅仅是个想法。一个毫无营养，转瞬即逝的概念。
这可不是个会让她感到开心的领会。
她的手从门把手上滑落。随即她转过身，站在一盏吊灯底下。
那吊灯上面装饰的每一片镜片都映照着这一刻的世界别处的景象——
总是不断地转换，展现着那些她无法前去的场所。
柔和的，宛如星空般的彩灯环绕在固定装置的周围，让那物体与这整片场地都显得过于虚幻。
她的眼神、她的嘴唇，未阐述任何思绪。步伐声中燃起些许不满，她步履艰难地回到了宅邸之中。
Her eye had wandered to the flickering of a lantern, and now it seeks the expectant husband.
She reaches for her glass and takes a sip; it’s enough to make her remember why she had put it
down in the first place.
The matter of a created world is only really a fickle fancy of theirs. They do not discuss it much.
They do not much understand it. What little they might have to say of true interest, she can’t, in
fact, properly remember. Irritating. At times, it even feels to her like they aren’t speaking at all.
The girl grows impatient. She stands and passes out of the sitting room into more lavish, more
evening- themed halls, passing rooms with which she’s familiar, but only vaguely. She explores,
finding stretches of unlit, pitch-black paths, and doors that seem to be locked though their knobs
bear no holes for unlocking. What doors are open show rooms of a few men and women each,
chatting too quietly to discern. If they ever notice her presence, they only look her way a moment
before returning to conversation or rest.
She wants to go outside.
The manor has some technological sophistication to it, but is married to its ideals of old "class".
Yes, the dimming canisters are curious, and the manufactured wilds are peculiar, but what interests
her the most are the light-transforming machines in the gardens. She knows of them, but has yet to
see them firsthand.
In a word, she is "curious".
The humdrum of a social gathering so often repeated that this day feels like a thousand identical
others is not something she wishes to dabble in long. Lives and creations are too fascinating to
ever take either for granted.
But as she approaches the doors to the front driveway...
As her fingers slip upon the wood of the grand handles before her...
She knows, innately, that there is nothing past there, nothing for her. In the entire world, there is
nowhere else she could be. Her place is not in the meadows admiring mechanisms, it is in the
sitting room with the husband-to-be.
"Outside" is only an idea. A fruitless, ephemeral concept.
That is not a favorable realization.
Dropping her hand she turns and stands below the chandelier, each of its shards showing an image
of somewhere else in the world, at this moment. Shifting, always, and speaking of places she
cannot go. Fading, almost celestial illumination hangs around the fixture, giving this place and
that object a too-unreal quality. Her eye, her lips, say nothing. She trudges back into the mansion,
with a small fire of discontent born within her.
3-3
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Black Territory
一阵狂风将墙后原野中的花瓣吹落一地。
纯白与蔚蓝的闪烁引起了人们的注意，宴会上的年轻人对这突然的变化纷纷表示称赞。
就像魔法一样。太美妙了。
她回到了休息室，也目睹了这场人造自然的旋风，
一场华丽的闹剧。
她尚且记得这些花朵初次被吹落的景象，想到：
她已经受够"回忆"起那些事物了。
在过去的许多个小时中，她对这儿的边界进行了一番研究。
窗户上了锁，阳台的落地窗门被封了起来，通风口也被用螺丝固定着。
她对现状抱持的唯一疑惑是：
"这些去路被堵住——是因为那群人堵住了去路，还是因为我被困在这里了？"
她发现，暗喻与情感总会动摇少女们的心灵。
现实并不容易辨别清楚。
而当她在摸遍、戳遍、翻遍、绕遍这地方后，
她开始去找熟悉的来宾与朋友们一起闲话家常。
"最近的天气……"
"国王他……"
"你知道吗，上周……"
枯燥乏味，而且毫无营养。
虽然有提问从她的嘴中蹦出来，却只会被怀疑一番，甚至完全被他们忽视。
就像那些疑问从未被问出口——好像她根本就没有说过话一样。
她最想知道的情报——机械工程、科技与发展——
显然在这些来宾身上是套不出来的。
就在她变得越来越沮丧的时候，她选择在一旁聆听对话，终于听见：
"它现在可不止是个泥球了。我听说我们很快就能够完成地球化呢。"
她对那个话题发问……但仍旧没有得到任何回应。
不过有这条信息就差不多足够了，所以她再次进入走廊。
如今她伫立在那里，静静地观望着那场风暴，将自己与其联想。
她轻步走过她的未婚夫身旁。他见到她，对她露出一丝微笑。
他打招呼道，"拉薇妮雅，你回来啦。"而她凝视着他的西装衣领。
他对此未察觉分毫。
演员们总是依照同一种方式演出。
何事脱颖而出，何事不同寻常——全都从未被人们所在意。
她的行为越来越大胆，但他们依旧遵照自己的习惯行动。
因为得保持形象，对吧？
她决定直截了当地问出那长久以来压迫在她心头的问题。
"人造的世界……它难道不是玻璃制造的吗？"
"……呃？你在说什……？当然不是啊，拉薇妮雅。这可不是个玩笑。"
她睁大了眼睛，瞳孔收缩。
在所有的疑问中，就只有这个得到了回应。
多纳文的视线越过她的肩头，仿佛望着墙后更遥远的地方。他说：
"不管怎样，这不是很令人喜爱吗？几乎就像你一样惹人怜爱……"
但她没有作出任何回应。
他的回答间接印证了少女的假设，因此她下定了决心。
就在空中以螺旋状飞舞的花瓣要平静下来的时候，
她走向摆满食物的长桌，驻足于面包。
多纳文滔滔不绝地说着。
"我听说，他们塑造的世界最终会像是错综蔓延的山谷，没有尽头。
现在，它就只是一片荒地。这是个概念，你明白吗？"
她静静聆听，将手搭在一个握柄上。
"但是对于那些拥有足够能力包揽下来一块地的人来说，这绝对是件十分开心的事。
你想象一下那块新土地的可能性，拉薇妮雅。"
她叹了一口气。又是次不会有任何结果的尝试。
少女的手握住那精巧而又光滑的木头。
她灵巧地转过身，朝正等待着她的未婚夫迈出步子，
将自己的手甩向他的头颈。
面包刀的锯齿止于他的皮肤。
不带任何情感——甚至未含敌意的火花——她一言不发地刺穿了这男孩的喉咙，
贴近凝视着将要迸发而出的事物。
A windstorm scatters petals around terrain behind the walls.
Glints of white and sapphire catch the eye, and the youths of the party speak of the change favorably.
Like magic. Wonderful.
She comes back into the lounge and witnesses the swirl of artificial nature,
the splendor of a farce.
She remembers the first time those flowers were scattered and thinks:
she’s rather had enough of "remembering".
During the past several hours, she’s tested the boundaries.
The windows were locked, the patio doors were barred, and the ventilation ducts were bolted.
The question she had to all this was:
"Are these shut because people shut them, or because I’m trapped in here?"
Metaphor and emotion often swayed the hearts of young girls, she found.
It was difficult to determine the reality.
When she’d had enough of poking, prodding, turning things over, and wandering,
she began to prattle on with other guests she knew to be acquaintances or friends.
"The weather..."
"The King..."
"You know, the week before..."
Tedious, and uninformative too.
Certain lines of questions were met with incredulity or with nothing at all,
as if the questions hadn’t been asked—as if she hadn’t spoken.
What she mainly wanted to know about—engineering, technology, progress—
seemed to especially draw out nothing from the other guests.
With her frustration growing, she took to listening in instead, and eventually heard:
"It’s little more than a globe of dirt now. We’ll terraform it soon, I’m told."
And asking about that... led nowhere as well.
That was quite enough to know, however, and so she entered the lounge again.
She stands in it now, watching the storm, and relating to it.
The girl steps past the fiancé, who smiles at her presence.
He greets her with, "Lavinia, you’re back," and she rests her gaze on his lapel.
He takes no particular notice of this.
The players always seem to act in such a way.
What stands out, what’s unusual, is given no mind.
Bolder and bolder she’s gotten, but they remain always steadfast to their routines.
To maintain the image, correct?
She decides to ask, outright, one question she burns to have answered.
"The man-made world... it isn’t made of glass?"
"...Hm? What on...? Of course not, Lavinia. It’s not a bauble."
Her eye goes wide. Her pupil constricts.
Of all the things, that had been it.
Donovan looks over her shoulder and through the walls, saying,
"At any rate, isn’t it lovely? Almost as lovely as you..."
But she doesn’t reply.
Recognizing his answer as confirmation, she settles on a decision.
As the spiral of flowers beyond flow almost serenely through the air,
she moves to the table of foodstuffs, and stops before the breads.
Donovan continues.
"I’m told the world they’ve made will have shows like this across sprawling, endless valleys.
Right now, it’s only barren. A concept, you know?"
She stops her hand over a handle, listening.
"But it’ll surely be a delight in time, for those who can afford a spot on it.
And think of the potential, Lavinia."
She exhales. It’s been another fruitless trip.
Her hand closes on fine, smoothed wood.
She turns swiftly and steps to the awaiting husband,
swinging her hand out toward his neck.
The bread knife’s teeth stop in his skin.
Without feeling—without even a spark of animosity—she wordlessly cuts across the boy’s throat,
and watches closely to see what comes out.
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Black Territory
一阵狂风将墙后原野中的花瓣吹落一地。
纯白与蔚蓝的闪烁引起了人们的注意，宴会上的年轻人对这突然的变化纷纷表示称赞。
就像魔法一样。太美妙了。
她回到了休息室，也目睹了这场人造自然的旋风，
一场华丽的闹剧。
她尚且记得这些花朵初次被吹落的景象，想到：
她已经受够"回忆"起那些事物了。
在过去的许多个小时中，她对这儿的边界进行了一番研究。
窗户上了锁，阳台的落地窗门被封了起来，通风口也被用螺丝固定着。
她对现状抱持的唯一疑惑是：
"这些去路被堵住——是因为那群人堵住了去路，还是因为我被困在这里了？"
她发现，暗喻与情感总会动摇少女们的心灵。
现实并不容易辨别清楚。
而当她在摸遍、戳遍、翻遍、绕遍这地方后，
她开始去找熟悉的来宾与朋友们一起闲话家常。
"最近的天气……"
"国王他……"
"你知道吗，上周……"
枯燥乏味，而且毫无营养。
虽然有提问从她的嘴中蹦出来，却只会被怀疑一番，甚至完全被他们忽视。
就像那些疑问从未被问出口——好像她根本就没有说过话一样。
她最想知道的情报——机械工程、科技与发展——
显然在这些来宾身上是套不出来的。
就在她变得越来越沮丧的时候，她选择在一旁聆听对话，终于听见：
"它现在可不止是个泥球了。我听说我们很快就能够完成地球化呢。"
她对那个话题发问……但仍旧没有得到任何回应。
不过有这条信息就差不多足够了，所以她再次进入走廊。
如今她伫立在那里，静静地观望着那场风暴，将自己与其联想。
她轻步走过她的未婚夫身旁。他见到她，对她露出一丝微笑。
他打招呼道，"拉薇妮雅，你回来啦。"而她凝视着他的西装衣领。
他对此未察觉分毫。
演员们总是依照同一种方式演出。
何事脱颖而出，何事不同寻常——全都从未被人们所在意。
她的行为越来越大胆，但他们依旧遵照自己的习惯行动。
因为得保持形象，对吧？
她决定直截了当地问出那长久以来压迫在她心头的问题。
"人造的世界……它难道不是玻璃制造的吗？"
"……呃？你在说什……？当然不是啊，拉薇妮雅。这可不是个玩笑。"
她睁大了眼睛，瞳孔收缩。
在所有的疑问中，就只有这个得到了回应。
多纳文的视线越过她的肩头，仿佛望着墙后更遥远的地方。他说：
"不管怎样，这不是很令人喜爱吗？几乎就像你一样惹人怜爱……"
但她没有作出任何回应。
他的回答间接印证了少女的假设，因此她下定了决心。
就在空中以螺旋状飞舞的花瓣要平静下来的时候，
她走向摆满食物的长桌，驻足于面包。
多纳文滔滔不绝地说着。
"我听说，他们塑造的世界最终会像是错综蔓延的山谷，没有尽头。
现在，它就只是一片荒地。这是个概念，你明白吗？"
她静静聆听，将手搭在一个握柄上。
"但是对于那些拥有足够能力包揽下来一块地的人来说，这绝对是件十分开心的事。
你想象一下那块新土地的可能性，拉薇妮雅。"
她叹了一口气。又是次不会有任何结果的尝试。
少女的手握住那精巧而又光滑的木头。
她灵巧地转过身，朝正等待着她的未婚夫迈出步子，
将自己的手甩向他的头颈。
面包刀的锯齿止于他的皮肤。
不带任何情感——甚至未含敌意的火花——她一言不发地刺穿了这男孩的喉咙，
贴近凝视着将要迸发而出的事物。
A windstorm scatters petals around terrain behind the walls.
Glints of white and sapphire catch the eye, and the youths of the party speak of the change favorably.
Like magic. Wonderful.
She comes back into the lounge and witnesses the swirl of artificial nature,
the splendor of a farce.
She remembers the first time those flowers were scattered and thinks:
she’s rather had enough of "remembering".
During the past several hours, she’s tested the boundaries.
The windows were locked, the patio doors were barred, and the ventilation ducts were bolted.
The question she had to all this was:
"Are these shut because people shut them, or because I’m trapped in here?"
Metaphor and emotion often swayed the hearts of young girls, she found.
It was difficult to determine the reality.
When she’d had enough of poking, prodding, turning things over, and wandering,
she began to prattle on with other guests she knew to be acquaintances or friends.
"The weather..."
"The King..."
"You know, the week before..."
Tedious, and uninformative too.
Certain lines of questions were met with incredulity or with nothing at all,
as if the questions hadn’t been asked—as if she hadn’t spoken.
What she mainly wanted to know about—engineering, technology, progress—
seemed to especially draw out nothing from the other guests.
With her frustration growing, she took to listening in instead, and eventually heard:
"It’s little more than a globe of dirt now. We’ll terraform it soon, I’m told."
And asking about that... led nowhere as well.
That was quite enough to know, however, and so she entered the lounge again.
She stands in it now, watching the storm, and relating to it.
The girl steps past the fiancé, who smiles at her presence.
He greets her with, "Lavinia, you’re back," and she rests her gaze on his lapel.
He takes no particular notice of this.
The players always seem to act in such a way.
What stands out, what’s unusual, is given no mind.
Bolder and bolder she’s gotten, but they remain always steadfast to their routines.
To maintain the image, correct?
She decides to ask, outright, one question she burns to have answered.
"The man-made world... it isn’t made of glass?"
"...Hm? What on...? Of course not, Lavinia. It’s not a bauble."
Her eye goes wide. Her pupil constricts.
Of all the things, that had been it.
Donovan looks over her shoulder and through the walls, saying,
"At any rate, isn’t it lovely? Almost as lovely as you..."
But she doesn’t reply.
Recognizing his answer as confirmation, she settles on a decision.
As the spiral of flowers beyond flow almost serenely through the air,
she moves to the table of foodstuffs, and stops before the breads.
Donovan continues.
"I’m told the world they’ve made will have shows like this across sprawling, endless valleys.
Right now, it’s only barren. A concept, you know?"
She stops her hand over a handle, listening.
"But it’ll surely be a delight in time, for those who can afford a spot on it.
And think of the potential, Lavinia."
She exhales. It’s been another fruitless trip.
Her hand closes on fine, smoothed wood.
She turns swiftly and steps to the awaiting husband,
swinging her hand out toward his neck.
The bread knife’s teeth stop in his skin.
Without feeling—without even a spark of animosity—she wordlessly cuts across the boy’s throat,
and watches closely to see what comes out.
3-4
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Cyaegha
这东西不是血。
这东西什么都不是。
这位绅士的喉咙以一种很糟糕的方式被割了开来……但是这段记忆之中缺少了“可怕”的概念。
与其说这是一幕破碎，残忍的画面，他的脖子现在看来更像是布满皱褶又遭撕裂的纸张。
里头充斥的不是“阴影”，是“负空间”：他的身体里存在着整一片虚空。
伤口的边隙上闪烁着星星点点的微弱白光，亮晶晶的碎片沿着她用来刺穿他的刀刃滑落下来，
浮于半空……单纯地悬挂于空气之中。
多纳文无法理解这一刻发生的事。大多数的来宾也因她的举动而感到畏惧万分。
人们倒在地上，几位女士昏了过去，多纳文则伸手去摸自己的脖子。
几个男人扑向她，将她的前臂拉至后方，并用力勒住她的脖子。
少女紧握着手中的面包刀，呆滞的表情映入丈夫迷茫的眼神。
虽然她并未对宾客的压制行动作出任何挣扎，但她注意到在多纳文的身后，
有名女孩陷入了歇斯底里的恐慌。她喉咙深处爆发出的声音愈加扭曲，响度如同波浪般起伏，
于空气中炸裂开来。此刻，这段回忆已然破碎。
事情原本不该这样发展。就算再怎么经历时变，一段记忆也不该成为这种模样。
一名妻子，在如此安逸的时刻，无缘无故地突然出手伤害了自己的丈夫……
她曾希望引起所有人的注意力。而现在看来，她的愿望已经达成了。
虽然房间里有少数的人面对这股骚动仍心如止水——甚至有些人就像搞丢了人脸，
没法做出表情一样——但是这段记忆的确是第一次经历了如此巨大的变化。
至少在这一点上，她成功了。
这片世界开始崩毁，裂痕显现于她所能看见的任何一个角落。
其后出现的现实事物，看上去像要因这段碎裂的记忆而出现褶皱一般。
她自言自语道：“比起让这整串世界成为度假胜地……这些事物肯定有更高的利用价值。”
她放开了那把面包刀，见那东西就这样禁止于原地无法移动，叹了口气。
“这可不是在偷看‘记忆’、‘回声’、‘倒影’——值得一提，也绝对不是‘玻璃’……”
房间开始渐渐地收缩。
“又是场毫无价值的梦。”
这颗星球随之分裂了。
当那片映像被摧毁后，四周飞速闪烁着白色的浑浊雾影。
那片回忆——那片玻璃中蕴含的所有声响化作急流一涌而出。
她闭上双眼，站在原地，耐心等待周围混乱的光线与杂音消散。
过后，她张开双眼，映入眼帘的虚空中只剩下飘散的微弱荧光。
她的心情无比复杂。
在又一阵绚丽的痛苦感消散后，她再次见到了她所最为熟悉，却最无法摸透真相的世界：
纯白与废墟的世界。由记忆所构建而成——Arcaea的领域。
“我其实挺喜欢这一片，”，她喃喃自语道，注视着正于她手掌之上转动的碎片，
“但它和这世界的诞生无关。况且它现在也只是个空壳了。唉……如果我可以观看它们，
也请使我能够把它们赶出我的脑袋吧……”
她放手那片玻璃，没有再去看一眼。碎片回到了当初她找寻到它的地方：从地面流过的一条锐利，
闪烁的河流。这名为咲弥的少女将目光投送至远处狭长宽广的地平线，一边无意识地摸着嘴唇，
向前迈着步子，一边回想着方才记忆中的场景，将其蕴藏的价值与数千个同类进行着比较。
It isn't blood.
It isn't anything.
The gentleman's throat is cut in what should be an awful way... but the memory lacks a concept of
what "awful" would be. Instead of a shredded, vicious image, his neck now looks akin to torn and
crumpled paper. Inside is not "shadow" but "negative space": a void inside his body. The edges of
the wound flicker weakly with some white light, and off the blade of the knife she'd used to strike
him, vibrant shards float aloft... simply hanging in the air.
And Donovan can't comprehend it. Many of the patrons, too, are in awe and horror of her act.
People fall, women faint, and Donovan reaches for his neck. Some men leap for her, pull back her
forearm and hold her at her neck. She grips the knife tightly, and with a dull expression stares into
the husband's bewildered eyes.
While she hardly struggles with the guests apprehending her, she spots behind Donovan a girl in
absolute hysterics on the floor. The sound of her voice becomes increasingly distorted, beginning
to crackle and fluctuate in volume. Already, then: the memory has broken.
This wasn’t how it went. Even the most time-changed memories could not be altered so.
For a wife to, unprompted, attack her husband this way during a moment of peace...
She’d hoped to provoke a reaction, and is thus satisfied by this result. Although a few of the other
people in the room are unfazed by the commotion, and some even seem to have lost their faces
entirely, alteration of a memory to this extent is a veritable first. This, at least, has been a success.
The world begins to crack, fractures appearing wherever she can see.
Reality afterward looks almost wrinkled from it.
She says to herself, "Making entire worlds for vacation... Surely there would be better uses for that."
She lets go of the bread knife and sighs, seeing how it can’t move from the space where she’d
abandoned it.
"Not a peep about ‘memory’, ‘echoes’, ‘reflections’—importantly, not ‘glass’..."
The room constricts.
"This was another worthless dream."
The planet divides.
White blears and obscures, briefly flashing everywhere as the image is demolished. In a rush of
every remembered sound contained in that recollection, in that slip of glass, she stands with her
eye shut until luminescence and noise fade. She opens her eye to faintly glittering empty space,
her mind twists, and after another wave of effulgent pain she sees again the world with which she
is both most familiar with, and most confounded by:
The world of white and ruins. The memory-shaped realm of Arcaea.
"I’d had a good feeling about this one," she mumbles, watching the rotation of a shard just above
her palm. "But it wasn’t responsible for this world’s creation, and it was almost empty to boot.
Hmph. If I can watch them, let me remove them too..."
She dismisses the glass, not looking as it returns to the space where she’d found it: a glinting,
sharpened river flowing above the ground. The girl named Saya stares off into the plain horizon,
stepping forth while touching her lip absently, and reviewing the events of the recent memory,
comparing them all to the wealth of a thousand others.
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Cyaegha
这东西不是血。
这东西什么都不是。
这位绅士的喉咙以一种很糟糕的方式被割了开来……但是这段记忆之中缺少了“可怕”的概念。
与其说这是一幕破碎，残忍的画面，他的脖子现在看来更像是布满皱褶又遭撕裂的纸张。
里头充斥的不是“阴影”，是“负空间”：他的身体里存在着整一片虚空。
伤口的边隙上闪烁着星星点点的微弱白光，亮晶晶的碎片沿着她用来刺穿他的刀刃滑落下来，
浮于半空……单纯地悬挂于空气之中。
多纳文无法理解这一刻发生的事。大多数的来宾也因她的举动而感到畏惧万分。
人们倒在地上，几位女士昏了过去，多纳文则伸手去摸自己的脖子。
几个男人扑向她，将她的前臂拉至后方，并用力勒住她的脖子。
少女紧握着手中的面包刀，呆滞的表情映入丈夫迷茫的眼神。
虽然她并未对宾客的压制行动作出任何挣扎，但她注意到在多纳文的身后，
有名女孩陷入了歇斯底里的恐慌。她喉咙深处爆发出的声音愈加扭曲，响度如同波浪般起伏，
于空气中炸裂开来。此刻，这段回忆已然破碎。
事情原本不该这样发展。就算再怎么经历时变，一段记忆也不该成为这种模样。
一名妻子，在如此安逸的时刻，无缘无故地突然出手伤害了自己的丈夫……
她曾希望引起所有人的注意力。而现在看来，她的愿望已经达成了。
虽然房间里有少数的人面对这股骚动仍心如止水——甚至有些人就像搞丢了人脸，
没法做出表情一样——但是这段记忆的确是第一次经历了如此巨大的变化。
至少在这一点上，她成功了。
这片世界开始崩毁，裂痕显现于她所能看见的任何一个角落。
其后出现的现实事物，看上去像要因这段碎裂的记忆而出现褶皱一般。
她自言自语道：“比起让这整串世界成为度假胜地……这些事物肯定有更高的利用价值。”
她放开了那把面包刀，见那东西就这样禁止于原地无法移动，叹了口气。
“这可不是在偷看‘记忆’、‘回声’、‘倒影’——值得一提，也绝对不是‘玻璃’……”
房间开始渐渐地收缩。
“又是场毫无价值的梦。”
这颗星球随之分裂了。
当那片映像被摧毁后，四周飞速闪烁着白色的浑浊雾影。
那片回忆——那片玻璃中蕴含的所有声响化作急流一涌而出。
她闭上双眼，站在原地，耐心等待周围混乱的光线与杂音消散。
过后，她张开双眼，映入眼帘的虚空中只剩下飘散的微弱荧光。
她的心情无比复杂。
在又一阵绚丽的痛苦感消散后，她再次见到了她所最为熟悉，却最无法摸透真相的世界：
纯白与废墟的世界。由记忆所构建而成——Arcaea的领域。
“我其实挺喜欢这一片，”，她喃喃自语道，注视着正于她手掌之上转动的碎片，
“但它和这世界的诞生无关。况且它现在也只是个空壳了。唉……如果我可以观看它们，
也请使我能够把它们赶出我的脑袋吧……”
她放手那片玻璃，没有再去看一眼。碎片回到了当初她找寻到它的地方：从地面流过的一条锐利，
闪烁的河流。这名为咲弥的少女将目光投送至远处狭长宽广的地平线，一边无意识地摸着嘴唇，
向前迈着步子，一边回想着方才记忆中的场景，将其蕴藏的价值与数千个同类进行着比较。
It isn’t blood.
It isn’t anything.
The gentleman’s throat is cut in what should be an awful way... but the memory lacks a concept of
what "awful" would be. Instead of a shredded, vicious image, his neck now looks akin to torn and
crumpled paper. Inside is not "shadow" but "negative space": a void inside his body. The edges of
the wound flicker weakly with some white light, and off the blade of the knife she’d used to strike
him, vibrant shards float aloft... simply hanging in the air.
And Donovan can’t comprehend it. Many of the patrons, too, are in awe and horror of her act.
People fall, women faint, and Donovan reaches for his neck. Some men leap for her, pull back her
forearm and hold her at her neck. She grips the knife tightly, and with a dull expression stares into
the husband’s bewildered eyes.
While she hardly struggles with the guests apprehending her, she spots behind Donovan a girl in
absolute hysterics on the floor. The sound of her voice becomes increasingly distorted, beginning
to crackle and fluctuate in volume. Already, then: the memory has broken.
This wasn’t how it went. Even the most time-changed memories could not be altered so.
For a wife to, unprompted, attack her husband this way during a moment of peace...
She’d hoped to provoke a reaction, and is thus satisfied by this result. Although a few of the other
people in the room are unfazed by the commotion, and some even seem to have lost their faces
entirely, alteration of a memory to this extent is a veritable first. This, at least, has been a success.
The world begins to crack, fractures appearing wherever she can see.
Reality afterward looks almost wrinkled from it.
She says to herself, "Making entire worlds for vacation... Surely there would be better uses for that."
She lets go of the bread knife and sighs, seeing how it can’t move from the space where she’d
abandoned it.
"Not a peep about ‘memory’, ‘echoes’, ‘reflections’—importantly, not ‘glass’..."
The room constricts.
"This was another worthless dream."
The planet divides.
White blears and obscures, briefly flashing everywhere as the image is demolished. In a rush of
every remembered sound contained in that recollection, in that slip of glass, she stands with her
eye shut until luminescence and noise fade. She opens her eye to faintly glittering empty space,
her mind twists, and after another wave of effulgent pain she sees again the world with which she
is both most familiar with, and most confounded by:
The world of white and ruins. The memory-shaped realm of Arcaea.
"I’d had a good feeling about this one," she mumbles, watching the rotation of a shard just above
her palm. "But it wasn’t responsible for this world’s creation, and it was almost empty to boot.
Hmph. If I can watch them, let me remove them too..."
She dismisses the glass, not looking as it returns to the space where she’d found it: a glinting,
sharpened river flowing above the ground. The girl named Saya stares off into the plain horizon,
stepping forth while touching her lip absently, and reviewing the events of the recent memory,
comparing them all to the wealth of a thousand others.
3-5
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Antithese
又一次的苏醒，同时也是她的第一次。
任何人于这回忆的世界中苏醒后，脑中记忆都是一片空白。她也不例外。
不过，当光线映入她的瞳孔时，她感受到了不同寻常的事物。
她的心跳首当其冲地加快；激情四射，渐渐涌出的失落感让她近乎咆哮起来。
她的手紧抓着覆盖腹部的衣服，心想自己的耳朵可能要被震聋。
她的双眼不自觉地眯起来，而她这才意识到自己仅拥有一只眼睛。她的面庞感受到了这一切。
“什……？”
她咳嗽几声，然后撑起身子。
隔着手套，她触摸到一种可以称得上软绵绵的物质，正牢牢固定于她右眼的所在处。
她才发现自己带着手套。朝自己的身体看去后，她不禁疑惑起自己为何会穿着这些衣服。
接着，她不禁疑惑起自己为何知道衣服是什么东西。
她方才背靠着一面墙睡觉。经过观察，她发现自己的四周是另外三堵墙，残破得不堪入目。
它们将她围在这没有出路的空间中。抬起头后，少女见这里并没有屋顶，
却紧接着对自己为什么会觉得上头理应有个屋顶一事而感到纳闷。事实上，
她察觉到自己身在何处……隐约地。她沿着自己曾靠在上头睡觉的墙走着，直到发现一
处她能够翻越过去的地方。在清理那些砖块时，她发现它们洁白无瑕。此时，她抬头仰望，
发现不仅这面墙是白色的——整个世界都是一片纯白。那是片一望无际的古老，溃败的人类社会遗址，
也可说成是多个文明的仿制品。这太诡异了……
更诡异的是：她竟然会觉得这一切很诡异。这又是为什么？
在她机缘巧合地发现那些反光的玻璃之前，她竟早已为自己目前所见的事物，以及她的身份，
给予了数十种推测。即使是她如今孤身一人——而且连自己的名字都不知道——的事实，
也为她阐述了可能性极高的推断。
并且，随着时间流逝，她发现的许多线索都指向她脑海中某一项特定的推测。
她天生具有强烈的自信心与好奇心。这纯白的世界只有着无尽的问题，却从未出现过答案。
几天过去了，那些废墟中没有答案显现。几周过去了，这些玻璃内也没有答案显现。
可以肯定的是，这世界充斥着玻璃、它们不断地投射着其它形形色色的，
更具生机的场所，仿佛在借此奚落着她。源于某种真实事物的回声与痕迹，或者说是这世界本身，
遍布着人类发明的仿制品。在这两个月里（虽然真正的时间可能更长），
她觉得自己已经看了足够多的画面以坚信某个想法。
这一座破旧的阶梯离她苏醒的地点已有一段距离。
伫立于阶梯顶端的少女，望向了天空中那起伏不平的截断部分：
由数以百计的Arcaea所组建而成，那是一扇不通向任何地方的残破窗户。
这一刻，少女开始对自己的猜测深信不疑。她打赌自己的推理便是真相。
但光凭这点还不够——根本不可能足够。这可不是光靠猜测就能确定下来的事情。
所以她在心中郑重誓言道：这整片领域就是一个谜团，不会讲述任何事情，
只会给出零星线索——所以她将解决这谜题，
找出对应的理由来。作为这领域中唯一的活物，这仿佛成为了她第一个职责。
而就在她完全接纳Arcaea的时候……
Arcaea也完全接纳了她……
……作为一间宽广且看似无边无际的档案室——不仅等待着被阅读，
更等待着某个人来亲身经历它们。
Another awakening, and her first.
Each one awakens in the world of memories with nothing in her head. She is no exception.
However, as light filters through her cornea the sensations that grip her are unusual. Her heart
stirs first, passionate, and she almost snarls at the building frustration. She grips the clothes over
her stomach, and thinks her ears might be deafened. Her eye squints involuntarily, and she
realizes with that that she only has a single eye rather than two. She feels around her face.
"Wha...?"
She coughs, and pushes herself up. What she felt through her glove was something almost soft,
surrounding something very solid in the place of her right eye. She realizes she's wearing gloves.
Looking over her body, she wonders why she's wearing these clothes.
She wonders next why she knows what clothes are at all.
She had been sleeping against a wall, and upon an inspection of her surroundings sees that there
are three others to make a four-cornered place around her, and every one of them is in extreme
disrepair. Looking up she sees that there's no roof, and questions why it is she'd expected to find
one in the first place. In fact, she recognizes where she is... vaguely. She trudges along the wall she'd
slept against until she finds one she can step over. As she clears the bricks, she notices that they are
entirely white. Looking up, she sees that it isn't only this wall, but the entire world that's white.
It is an infinite landscape of an old, defeated, human society, or rather a pastiche of several
societies. It's bizarre... Moreover: it is bizarre she finds it bizarre. Why?
Before she even stumbles upon any reflective glass, she has already bet on tens of theories behind
what she's seeing, and who she is. Even that she is alone, and that she doesn't know her name,
tells her much about the potential truth.
And, over time, she finds more reason for one theory in particular.
She was born with conviction and curiosity. The world of white presents questions but no answers.
Days pass, and there are no answers within the ruins. Weeks pass, and there are no answers within
the glass. Indeed, the world is full of glass, taunting always with views of other, more vivid and
varied places. Echoes, imprints of something real, exactly the world itself, so full of what must be
copies of human invention. After two months, though it could be more, she feels she has seen
enough to believe something, and with confidence.
While atop a broken stairway someplace far away now from where she'd awakened some time
ago, she gazes at an undulating and segmented portion of the sky: a seemingly broken window to
nothing, crafted from over a hundred shards of Arcaea. She becomes sure of herself in this
moment. She can bet her judgment is the truth.
But it's not enough, and never enough. It can't be settled with speculation.
So she vows: this realm is a mystery, telling nothing and offering little, so she will solve it and find
its reason. As the only being of this realm, it seems, this will be her first duty.
And as she fully accepts the Arcaea...
So too do the Arcaea fully accept her...
...as a vast and seemingly endless archive, not only to be read, but to be lived through.
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Vicious Heroism
“在那些地方，人类可以成为上帝。”
这是她得出的结论。
眼中有花朵绽放的少女在脑中合上了记忆之书。
这算不上完全毫无意义——顶多是一大半毫无意义罢了。
她刚开始时曾感十分沮丧：她所造访的那个世界几乎是被她立即断定为不具有任何价值，
但那看似无意义之处却向她展示出人类重要的潜力。不过……照目前来看……这还不是很重要。
胜过关于“如何”的假设，有关“原因”的假设更加迫使她继续前行。
这是她的又一场旅程，穿越这世界内大量的废墟，怀抱着没有根据的希望，只为找寻答案，
或者至少找到一条打了擦边球的线索。这向来都是使她走下去的重要动力。
但如今，她的第二个目标浮现了出来——大约在她目睹过两百段回忆之后。
“似乎是找不到任何可能用于重建的新东西了。”
她低语道，从近处稀疏的玻璃溪流中召唤过来一片碎片，
“但我倒认为，哪怕它们有一点点价值都是件好事。”
这一片玻璃所散发的光芒吸引了她的目光，而少女也仔细地观赏了它所带来的过往景象，
心不在焉地咕哝道，“就快要到家了……”
她将碎片留于掌心，穿过一座对她而言极为熟悉的桥梁。
在她左手边的是一片杂乱无章的废墟，也许曾经是座城市；
她的右手边则是混乱成堆的玻璃和石头——相当于什么都不存在。
她沿着这遥远的路途前进，终于回到了她“出生”的场所，不去在意自己究竟走了多少步。
她花了她所需要花费的时间，抵达了有着四面坍塌墙壁的地方。
墙壁之中有着一颗闪闪发光的巨大水晶球——一个尚未完成的破碎球体，看着宛如碎裂的贝壳一般。
笑容、泪水、死亡与欢庆在它的表面不断闪烁。
鲜花、旷野、沙漠、海洋……动物、人类、科技……
她并不知道自己是否能透过拼凑回忆来重建一个世界。
她甚至不清楚自己能不能就靠将它们以如此形式聚于一处，便让它们“连结”在一起……
但她想要尝试一下。
少女手上的新碎片所散发出的光芒使她微微眯起眼睛。“就让我看看，
你能展示给我多少事物吧。”她大声说道。
它打开一个通道，而少女也缓缓融入了这一段新时间中。
顷刻间，她看到了一个人造光芒充盈的世界，几乎无穷无尽地遍布着冲破了夜空云层的人造摩天大楼。
在大楼之间，暗色的车辆破空而过。一股令人不快的气体涌入了她的肺部。
刺耳的噪音充斥了她的双耳。她拟造了一份人格，也拟造了一段过往——面对着这一切，
她泰然自若。数百个问题浮现于她的脑海，而她将会对其逐个进行解答。
无论将要付出何等的代价，也无论需要做什么事情。
"In these other places, humans can act as gods."
That is what she learned.
The girl with a flower in her eye closes the book of that memory in her mind. It hadn’t been
completely worthless, only mostly.
It had frustrated her at first: the world she had visited was one she had quickly deemed frivolous,
but the frivolity revealed something important to her about the potential of mankind.
Still... for now... that wasn’t very important.
More than theories on "how", theories of "why" compelled her onward. This had been another of
her journeys out through the ruins of the world in a scattershot hope of discovering that answer,
or to even brush against it tangentially. That was always her focal drive, but a secondary one had
been made manifest after she’d witnessed about two hundred of the memories.
"It didn’t have anything new for a potential reconstruction," she whispers, beckoning a shard from
a nearby, sparse stream of glass, "but I suppose it’s good that it had some sort of value."
She lets the gleam of the new piece catch her eye, and she scrutinizes the vision of the past it
offers, muttering absently, "Almost home..."
She carries the fragment over her palm, crossing a bridge with which she’s become very familiar.
On her left is a haphazard pile of what once might have been cities, on her right is a chaotic mass
of glass and stone—recognizable as nothing. She marches the long way back to the place where
she was "born", uncaring of how many steps it takes.
She takes however long she needs to reach and stop before a place of four fallen walls, between
them an immense sphere of shimmering crystal—an unfinished sphere broken apart, like a cracked
shell. Smiles, tears, deaths, and celebrations flicker in and out its facets. Flowers, plains, deserts,
oceans... Animals, people, technology...
She doesn’t know if she can recreate a world by piecing together memories. She doesn’t even
know if she can truly "connect" them at all by gathering them together like this... But she can try.
She squints lightly to the gleam of the new piece she’s brought.
"Let’s see how much you can show me," she says aloud.
So it opens, and the girl fades into a new time. In short order, she sees a world brimful with
artificial glow, crowded by endless and nigh-infinite towers of man reaching through clouds of an
evening sky, and dark vehicles roaring through the air. An unpleasant atmosphere flows into her
lungs. Cacophony fills her ears. As she assumes an identity, assumes a new past, she looks on,
unmoved. A hundred questions rise in her mind... She will have them answered. No matter what
that takes, no matter what needs to be done.
3-6
前置条件：完成3-5
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Vicious Heroism
“在那些地方，人类可以成为上帝。”
这是她得出的结论。
眼中有花朵绽放的少女在脑中合上了记忆之书。
这算不上完全毫无意义——顶多是一大半毫无意义罢了。
她刚开始时曾感十分沮丧：她所造访的那个世界几乎是被她立即断定为不具有任何价值，
但那看似无意义之处却向她展示出人类重要的潜力。不过……照目前来看……这还不是很重要。
胜过关于“如何”的假设，有关“原因”的假设更加迫使她继续前行。
这是她的又一场旅程，穿越这世界内大量的废墟，怀抱着没有根据的希望，只为找寻答案，
或者至少找到一条打了擦边球的线索。这向来都是使她走下去的重要动力。
但如今，她的第二个目标浮现了出来——大约在她目睹过两百段回忆之后。
“似乎是找不到任何可能用于重建的新东西了。”
她低语道，从近处稀疏的玻璃溪流中召唤过来一片碎片，
“但我倒认为，哪怕它们有一点点价值都是件好事。”
这一片玻璃所散发的光芒吸引了她的目光，而少女也仔细地观赏了它所带来的过往景象，
心不在焉地咕哝道，“就快要到家了……”
她将碎片留于掌心，穿过一座对她而言极为熟悉的桥梁。
在她左手边的是一片杂乱无章的废墟，也许曾经是座城市；
她的右手边则是混乱成堆的玻璃和石头——相当于什么都不存在。
她沿着这遥远的路途前进，终于回到了她“出生”的场所，不去在意自己究竟走了多少步。
她花了她所需要花费的时间，抵达了有着四面坍塌墙壁的地方。
墙壁之中有着一颗闪闪发光的巨大水晶球——一个尚未完成的破碎球体，看着宛如碎裂的贝壳一般。
笑容、泪水、死亡与欢庆在它的表面不断闪烁。
鲜花、旷野、沙漠、海洋……动物、人类、科技……
她并不知道自己是否能透过拼凑回忆来重建一个世界。
她甚至不清楚自己能不能就靠将它们以如此形式聚于一处，便让它们“连结”在一起……
但她想要尝试一下。
少女手上的新碎片所散发出的光芒使她微微眯起眼睛。“就让我看看，
你能展示给我多少事物吧。”她大声说道。
它打开一个通道，而少女也缓缓融入了这一段新时间中。
顷刻间，她看到了一个人造光芒充盈的世界，几乎无穷无尽地遍布着冲破了夜空云层的人造摩天大楼。
在大楼之间，暗色的车辆破空而过。一股令人不快的气体涌入了她的肺部。
刺耳的噪音充斥了她的双耳。她拟造了一份人格，也拟造了一段过往——面对着这一切，
她泰然自若。数百个问题浮现于她的脑海，而她将会对其逐个进行解答。
无论将要付出何等的代价，也无论需要做什么事情。
"In these other places, humans can act as gods."
That is what she learned.
The girl with a flower in her eye closes the book of that memory in her mind. It hadn’t been
completely worthless, only mostly.
It had frustrated her at first: the world she had visited was one she had quickly deemed frivolous,
but the frivolity revealed something important to her about the potential of mankind.
Still... for now... that wasn’t very important.
More than theories on "how", theories of "why" compelled her onward. This had been another of
her journeys out through the ruins of the world in a scattershot hope of discovering that answer,
or to even brush against it tangentially. That was always her focal drive, but a secondary one had
been made manifest after she’d witnessed about two hundred of the memories.
"It didn’t have anything new for a potential reconstruction," she whispers, beckoning a shard from
a nearby, sparse stream of glass, "but I suppose it’s good that it had some sort of value."
She lets the gleam of the new piece catch her eye, and she scrutinizes the vision of the past it
offers, muttering absently, "Almost home..."
She carries the fragment over her palm, crossing a bridge with which she’s become very familiar.
On her left is a haphazard pile of what once might have been cities, on her right is a chaotic mass
of glass and stone—recognizable as nothing. She marches the long way back to the place where
she was "born", uncaring of how many steps it takes.
She takes however long she needs to reach and stop before a place of four fallen walls, between
them an immense sphere of shimmering crystal—an unfinished sphere broken apart, like a cracked
shell. Smiles, tears, deaths, and celebrations flicker in and out its facets. Flowers, plains, deserts,
oceans... Animals, people, technology...
She doesn’t know if she can recreate a world by piecing together memories. She doesn’t even
know if she can truly "connect" them at all by gathering them together like this... But she can try.
She squints lightly to the gleam of the new piece she’s brought.
"Let’s see how much you can show me," she says aloud.
So it opens, and the girl fades into a new time. In short order, she sees a world brimful with
artificial glow, crowded by endless and nigh-infinite towers of man reaching through clouds of an
evening sky, and dark vehicles roaring through the air. An unpleasant atmosphere flows into her
lungs. Cacophony fills her ears. As she assumes an identity, assumes a new past, she looks on,
unmoved. A hundred questions rise in her mind... She will have them answered. No matter what
that takes, no matter what needs to be done.
18-1
前置条件：购入Absolute Nihil曲包
解锁条件：通过In Vain
神明，真相，目的，意义。
不过虚无而已。
无论生存的必要条件是什么，都跟思考这个愚蠢问题的答案毫无关系。
但我却经常沉浸于这些问题。
因为，这是将我困在这片无垢花园中的那位神明、我的创造者的旨意——
成为一名孤独的愚者。
而我，会谨遵祂的意志。
欢迎来到天堂，欢迎来到地狱；欢迎来到这脆弱的彼岸，欣赏我为了寻求意义而疲于奔命的模样。
一直以来我都不知迷茫与无知为何物。早在星空出现之前，我就知道了很多东西。
我知道自己的名字叫“咲弥”，但这毫无意义。
毕竟，怎会有人想要窥视一位愚者的想法？
那时，我还未将天真摒弃……
在这里住了一段时间后，我对这里的一切也越来越熟悉。我曾被无边无际的日光唤醒，阳光倾洒进我的眼底，
云朵映衬出我的笑脸——一觉醒来，这白色的世界又进入了新的一天。
虽然不知道自己当时为什么要笑，或许那天心情难得的好；大部分时候我只觉得无力，我不停地观察周遭的
一切，并尝试推断其中蕴含的任何可能性。而那天——那些碎片，玻璃组成的碎片，Arcaea，也如往常一样
飘浮在空中，向我展示它们储存的回忆。
那是生活的各个方面，真实、真切，就像生活本身；伤心的与雀跃的相互交替、混杂。
无论是愉快的还是痛苦的回忆，它们都同等喜欢我。
事实就是如此。在这个叫Arcaea的纯白世界中，你吸引来的回忆会与你的灵魂本质趋同。
我的灵魂相较于其他人的来说更加贪婪，Arcaea便想尽办法给予我我想要的。然后是我的意识，发散，
或是饥渴，我想我应该会这么形容它；而获得更多的碎片便是最直观的对策——填饱了肚子，你就不会再饿了。
光线环绕在我的头顶和四周——啊，是的，属于「神明」的光芒，温暖而又强大，
超乎所有事物所能到达的境界，我就像着了迷一样追随着它。神明的力量我等鼠雀之辈怎能揣度得明白？
远不止如此——这个世界远没有这么简单，它怎么可能只有无穷无尽的表象？
这个世界本身就是一个巨大的谜，一个装满着谜团的惊喜宝箱，一个囊括了所有废墟的荒芜之地。
但……为什么呢？
因为这是彼岸的世界？
因为这是世界的彼岸？
因为这是一场梦？
因为这是天堂？囚笼？
因为这或许并不算一个世界？
Arcaea到底是什么？
它是使我身陷其中的泥潭，使我不断坠入的深渊。
我从来都不是毫无目的地在这片大地上闲逛——恰恰相反，我的动机和动力都十分充足，每天的行程都排得
满满当当。没日没夜地忙碌更是衬托出这个地方的荒芜，这么长时间里我一个活物都没见着，仿佛一眼
望不到头的天地全都归属于我。而不知何时这种猜测已经变成了默认，以至于我真的差点没注意到那个
愚笨而固执的女人。不得不说，尽管我真的很讨厌她，她也永远为我的人生添上了浓墨重彩的一笔。
God. Truth. Purpose. Meaning.
Nihilism.
What do we need in order to live, and does such a stupid question even matter?
I preoccupy myself with such questions often.
I am the lonely fool in a pristine garden another god created.
Welcome to Heaven and Hell. Welcome to the fragile after-world. See me, here, striving for reason.
I have been very sure of myself for a very long time. Since before one could find stars here—though even
that was a very long time ago. I learned my name long after that. I learned the name "Saya", and it didn't
matter at all.
What would anyone even want to poke into my mind for?
When I was more naive...
When I had been here a little while, and gotten more familiar with it all, I woke up once to the endless
daylight. Sunlight streamed into my eye, and I smirked at the clouds. I woke up to another day in the
world of white.
I'm not sure, but I must have awoken to a rare warm mood. Most days I felt frustration. Most days I
watched things intensely, and thought about them. That day, fragments—glass—"Arcaea" drifted
around me showing memory as always. They showed me different facets of life: all of what makes
life real. Sad things, and joyful things. Life is real for its pains and pleasures both. Both kinds of
memory seemed fond of me.
Because the truth is: in this world of white—in Arcaea—memories are drawn to like-souls. My soul "wants"
more than most others, and so Arcaea gives me all that it can. And, putting my soul aside: consider my mind.
Scattered, or "hungry" I suppose. With those fragments, I always felt "fed".
Radiance streamed above and around me. The light, surely, of "God". The warmth, and the might, of
something greater than everything else. It drew me in, and I was spellbound. Because it was more than
that, even. It was more than a world of infinite imagery—the world, itself, was a puzzle-box. It was
mystery manifested. Arcaea is a world of every kind of ruin.
And why is that?
Is it a world gone?
Is it a grave of places?
Is it a dream? Is it paradise? Is it a prison? Is it, even, a world at all?
What is it? It's something that dragged me in.
I wandered this place with drive and passion. I was so driven in fact that in this empty place, all empty save
for only myself, I nearly missed the sight of another for the first time. I nearly missed a meeting with a fool
and stubborn woman who, much as I would come to loathe her, would nonetheless shape my life forever.
18-2
我伸手碰了碰自己脸上那盛开的花朵上的一片花瓣，刺痛啃食着我的脸，而我只是冷冷地死盯着对面
那个毫不动脑、呆滞无趣而又愚蠢至极的女人。我说错话了吗？或许是吧。总之，我们之间的气氛很快
便僵持不下。
那可真是一场滑稽至极的会面。
她的那些堂而皇之的大道理……只能说这人无论是身体还是脑袋都不太灵光。
所以，我说她蠢实在是有理有据，保不准还说轻了。
可笑，可悲，在那里大谈特谈什么“身份”“使命”……
所以，我打断了她，告诉她这样只会显得她更蠢。
话音刚落，脸上就差点挨上一劈，不过我反应够快，被我挡下了。
……跟个原始人一样。
「忘却」，不仅人如其名，同时还人如其貌，倔得跟头牛似的，她头上那两只角长得可真符合设定。
我在由漂亮的鹅卵石铺就而成的蜿蜒小道尽头发现了她，那时她正被漂亮的玻璃碎片海包围着，
它们散发出的琉璃般闪耀的光芒是我从未见过的。
玻璃是绘制这个世界的神奇画笔，而笔触所及之处，无论大气还是天空，都斑驳陆离，如梦如幻，
毕竟它们会通过反射或吸收这个世界光线的方式发光；但她身旁的那些碎片并不正常……
“温暖”确实也有，凡是我见到过的碎片海都很“温暖”，但这儿的暖并不具备神威。
怎么描述好呢？就好似这个世界在向它的子民低头，而不是子民向其屈服一般。
尽管我真的很讨厌这个愚笨的女人，现在也仍然如此，但看到这一幕的时候，我无法否认……
我竟被其深深吸引了。
这些碎片有太多太多的用处，比如能够联合起来用以创建新的世界——这一点我早就跟她说过了。
事实上，我想这应该就是我们会降生于此的原因，我知道我的猜想应该是对的，我能感觉得到，而我也跟她
分享过了；尤其是她收集起来的那堆碎片……如果能对如此特别的东西加以利用，
使它们之间产生某种联系，我们就能达到一个全新的高度——由其它碎片打造而成的全新“现实”。
而她的回答呢？“它们是灵魂”。然后又在我的追问之下说什么她是在像之前一样去履行着照顾和看护的职责。
我真是费了很大的力气才忍住不去嘲讽她。我还好声好气告诉了她，两遍：“你的想法愚蠢至极。”
而她对我的回应呢？只有径直朝我的面部挥砍来的镰刀。
在这样虚无的世界里，她非要提起什么意义和使命。
无中生有，慌不择路，愚蠢而又可悲。
哈，但我当时真心不这么觉得，我当时觉得自己已经参破了「真相」。没错——我如何与那庞大的
碎片海共鸣的「真相」，我日复一日由衷地向其表达着敬意的这个世界又是如何背离我并向忘却低头的
「真相」……我对我的想法曾是如此坚定。
……既然那位神明创造了这片无垢的花园，那在这片花园中辛勤耕作的园丁们，想必也一定能
创造出类似的花园吧。
“我有我必须要完成的事，那就是将这些世界的碎片一个个都收集起来，创造出一个更加富饶，
更加美好，更加完美的……全新的存在。”
这是我说过的话，也是我发过的誓。
你可真是天真啊，咲弥。
I took my fingertips to one of the flower petals blooming from my face. My face itself was stinging. I glared
across the way to a dull, brainless woman. I must have misspoken. Immediately, the stubborn woman and I
did not get on.
Our meeting went on like this:
The dumb cow-woman said something stupid.
Understandably I called her a fool.
The dumb woman explained her position.
And of course, I called her moreso a fool.
She struck me across the face, and turned away.
A fool, fool brute.
Her name is Lethe, and as appropriate for someone bullheaded: bull-horns sprout from her head.
I found her at the end of a charming cobblestone road. She was surrounded by beautiful glass, but it
shimmered in a way I had not ever seen.
Glass always glows, or takes the glow of light away in this world. It's a dreamlike marvel that dots the air
and sky, but here—here wasn't quite the same. "Warmth", which I felt all the time in crowds of glass... I felt
"a" warmth here, but not the heat of divinity.
How could I say... it was like the world was bowing its head, rather than demanding one lower theirs.
I might hate this dumb woman, even to this day, but to see that...
...I can't deny it arrested me at my core.
We could make a world from these memories—that is what I told her. Rather, that must be why we were
born here—I could feel it, and I told her that too. That collection of hers, in particular, was special. If we
could harness it, connect its parts... we could enter into it all, with a new "reality" manifesting from fragments
of others.
She told me the glass shards were in fact ghosts. When pressed, she explained her memories of life tending
to not-glass spirits as the likely explanation.
I almost laughed, told her twice she was foolish, and she slapped me across the face.
In a world without meaning, she went and made something up.
Desperate, dumb, and sad.
Oh but I thought differently. No, no: I knew the "Truth". Yes: how my heart resonated with that vast glass
collection—how the world I revered day to day felt like it gave reverence to Lethe's collection instead—it was
sure: a sure thing.
In this pristine garden another god created, other gardens can be grown by us—the gardeners.
"I will do what I must, and pick up the shattered pieces of worlds to build something more, better, perfect,
and new."
I said that. I swore that.
...When I was more naive.
18-3
前置条件：完成18-2
解锁条件：通过Ashen 6oundary
你觉得我是一个傲慢的人吗？
我花了那么多时间和精力穿梭于回忆间，找寻那些旧世界，为的是能够创造出一个新的出来。
我不停地在试探和突破这些世界的极限，我在其中啜饮，纵火，翱翔，杀戮。
我在其中见过死亡，也见过新生。我曾使早已枯朽的髅骨回春，也曾让生机勃发的新音消弭。
你问我为什么要这样做？——因为这本来就是一种“经历”，无论事情有着怎样的来龙去脉，变
或是不变，它们不都只是“经历”而已吗？
无论是上帝干的，还是其他人干的，都无所谓，我只知道，作为【创造】的象征，我本该如此：
设计，布局，随心所欲。
所以，你觉得呢？这是傲慢吗？
愚蠢的问题，答案显而易见。
在Arcaea内部的一个陌生的新世界中，我做了我的第一次尝试。
一开始，我的收集大小仅宛若一颗古树，呈球状，但它会不断变化，因为我会不断从我沿途的
收获中挑选适合作为整体来“体验”的记忆并将它们输入、添加进去——所以我终究都会找到忘却
并和她大打一架。因为即使我不这样做，她有一天也会找上门来。 但是“建造”这个事情，我的确
隐瞒地比较好，这些工作大部分确实也都只有我一个人在做。
渐渐地，我的收藏越来越多，直至堆积成山，而我随之也发现用土层内部的玻璃碎片来装饰
一座图书馆是一件更加梦幻的事——这正是我想要的——我想要更多。
我想要更多，越多越好，因为我的这些收集目前为止并不能对Arcaea起到什么作用或是影响。
它们不曾向这个世界发出指令，不曾向其呐喊，甚至没有对它低语过。 它们“言语能力”的极限充其量
也只能达到无意识的呢喃那个层级：只是字与字之间的随机组合，杂乱无章，并没有任何实际意义——
也许是因为我个人本来就没那么有条理吧。如果我想得到更多，如果我想得到忘却所拥有的，我就
需要做得更多。
那就弄得更加有条理些吧；于是我开始建造一座图书馆，把这些收集起来的碎片像收纳书籍一般
这里放一点，那里放一点，将生命本身和其中的各种经历按等级高低和合理与否的顺序排序。
我尽我所能搭建了一个属于回忆的档案馆，最终呈现出来的效果比我预想的还要好。
渐渐地，我能够听到“低语”了，即使它们并不连贯，并不稳定。
我每天都在那里过夜，听着它们说一些我不明白的“话”入睡而又醒来。
所以……究竟是哪里差了一点点？
……
那便是我曾经的「目的」。
不得不说，但那段时日我确实过得很快乐。我所创造的世界看起来就像一幅抽象而神圣的画作，
但与画作不甚相同的是，你可以行走于其中……嗯，准确来说应该是“其间”。即使我的这些收藏
既无法相互产生连接又无法进一步融合，因此也无法进一步创造出一个新的存在，让人在其间游走、
探索乃至飞翔，我仍觉得这个洞窟从哪个方面看都是一幅杰作。这些回忆都是完整的，圆满的，
狂野的，多样的，因此对于存放它们的这样一座“图书馆”来说，又何尝不是伟迹呢？而这样的造物
也只有我能够想到，做到。
我曾对这一切都很满意，即使我嘴角的弧度从未有过什么实际的变化，但我真的那么认为。因为
当时的我真的觉得，能寻得「意义」，便是圆满。
我觉得……
我确信——
——若事态从未发生过改变，那即使是过去了上千年、上万年……
我也仍会一直在那片无边无际的白色平地上周而复始地探索着，寻找着，而这一切都是为了优化
那片我所拥有的只属于我的“世界”，因为……
那便是我的毕生渴求。
……
又过了些许时日，天空便突然裂成了两半，而我在一处歪斜的破旧废墟的角落里遇见了正在
掉眼泪的维塔。
Can I be called arrogant?
I searched through many memories—many old worlds to craft a new place.
I bent those worlds' limits. I drank in them, made fire in them, flew in them, killed in them.
I saw men die and children born. I made corpses breathe again, and the crying young silent.
Why? Because it was all "to be experienced"—bereft of any true consequence.
And be them from God or no, I—an avatar of Creation—was designed to design on my own, and had every
right to do as I would.
So can I be called arrogant?
Foolish question, easy answer.
I built my try at a new world within Arcaea.
It began as a globe of glass, ever-shifting, and as large as an ancient tree. I would pluck memories from my
travels that were suitable to "experience" as a whole, and I would enter them—add them. I would find Lethe
now and then, and hiss at her as she hissed at me. But, I would largely keep to myself—building, building.
My collection became a mountain. I found that fashioning a library from glass inside of the earth was more
fantastical, and I wanted that. I wanted more. I wanted more, and more—because as a globe, the glass did
not make any demands of Arcaea. It did not scream or even whisper at the world. It murmured, at best,
confused words likely caused by my haphazard lack of organization. If I wanted more, if I wanted what the
horned-woman had, I needed to do more.
So, more organized: a library. Parts here, and parts there—specifically. Divvying life and experience by rank
and sense. Making an archive of memory... I did my best to do that, and it was better. I began to hear it
whisper now and then. I would sleep there, as it spoke words I could hear but could not understand.
But surely I was close.
...
That was my "Purpose".
And, it was indeed fantastic. The world that I was making looked out of an abstract and divine painting—
yet you were able to walk within it. Or... "without" it I suppose. The image of the cave was nothing short of
magical, even if the collection would not connect—would not let the memories merge and bring forth a new
"realm" of existence you could swim through, walk through, or fly through in full, wild, and blended memory.
At least this "library" alone... Only my hands could craft that. Only my mind could conceive it.
Without a smile on my face, I considered myself happy with it all. Satisfied with "Meaning".
...I think...
...I know:
...That if things lasted, and a thousand years went by...
...I would wander white plains endlessly throughout them and thereafter, fruitlessly changing my "world"
again, and again, and again.
Because... this is what I need.
...
...Some time after the sky split in two, I found Vita crying within a ramshackle ruin's corner.
18-4
前置条件：完成18-3
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Hypnotize
“一个……小孩？”
好吧，也许我的确实有些奇怪，但这样一位比我体形小、有着淡金色头发和红宝石般的眼眸的人类
在我眼中……也仅是小孩罢了。
听到她在哭，我不由得想是不是那个蠢女人欺负了她，但看清她神情时又觉得自己或许冤枉了人。
她将眼泪憋了回去，而我仍不知该如何开口，于是只是沉默地向她走去。
她颤颤巍巍地开口问道：“你……不是假的？”
我的回复简短而又生硬：“把你的眼泪擦干净吧，这个世界上有比你在这里哭更重要的事情。”
“可我刚才……我、我实在是太……”
“害怕”？她想说的估计是这个词吧。又一次，我不知如何回应是好，于是我什么也没有说。结果
她又开始掉眼泪了，而我的思绪飘忽起来，不由得想到了这个世界上的每一个人……也包括我自己。
因为直到我碰见忘却之前，我都不知道这个世界上除了我还有其他人——忘却于我而言，说难听点就是
我的仇人、宿敌，说好听点就是一个啥也不知道的误入歧途的蠢货——所以我觉得这个世界上肯定还有
其他人，除了我和她还比较有目标和行动力的人。
结果我遇到的只是一个……小孩。
背负着修补这个世界，甚至有可能要重新创世的重大使命的人……到头来竟是一个小孩？
……真的没有哪里出了差错吗？
我双手抱肩倚靠在旁边的墙上，长长斗篷的一角拂过了她的耳缘，她抬头看向我。
“你要用就用吧。”我说。她迟疑了一会，还是用我的斗篷擦干净了脸上的泪痕，擤掉了已经流出来的
和还没来得及流出来的鼻涕。
我自顾自开始在这到处都是高墙、阴影和尘土的地方寻找那片合适的记忆……最好是可供两个人
体验的那种。过了一段时间，我抬起手，将其中一块碎片招呼了过来。
“站起来。”随后我对维塔说道，她颤抖着站起了身。我将二人中间的碎片高举起来，接着
指示道：“握住我的手。”
她照做了，我们二人便一同进入了碎片之中。
而在那回忆中——
在我们的回忆中……
我和维塔席坐在一处温暖而又安静的旅馆餐桌前时，她告诉了我她的名字。
当我听见她提及自己的名字的时候，我感到颇为惊讶，因为我最近才得知自己叫什么名字。
我问她：“你有什么想吃的吗？”而她回答道：“吃不吃以及吃什么都没有关系吧，我们在回忆里啊。”
我更加惊讶了，眉毛不自觉抬了抬，接着问道：“那你知道这段回忆的主人公们最后吃了什么吗？”
听到她表示自己知道——实际上她甚至知道我们每个人在进入一段回忆的时候都会自然而然地知道
事情的来龙去脉——之时，我继续追问道：
“那么，你想要什么？”
“如果我想要的东西是这里从未有过的呢？”
“只有试试才会知道。”
“那……这段回忆会坍塌崩溃吗？”
“为什么这么问？”
“因为回忆片段是不会接纳任何其他指令的……”
“那你会害怕吗？”
“我只是……”
“只是怎样？”
“……我只是还不希望这段回忆过早地结束。”
……
不……那段回忆并没有草草结束。
这件事情后，我更加了解了我身旁的这个女孩，也基本确定了她对她自己了解甚少的事实。
她也时常会问我很多关于我的问题，数不胜数，不厌其烦。
……
不管怎样，那段回忆结束的时候……
我们也一同离开了。
那片废墟与荒芜，就此不会再见到我们的身影和灵魂。
"... A child?"
I am that type of person, I suppose: the type to refer to a smaller half-blond and ruby-eyed human
as merely "child".
I heard her sobbing, and thought it might have been that fool Lethe. When I looked to her and saw that
she was not, she choked her tears back. I wasn't sure what to say beyond that. I simply... approached her.
She asked me, "You... are you real?"
I told her, "Dry your tears, this shouldn't be a world one cries in."
"I—But I... I was—I was so..."
"Scared", she seemed to want to say. I had no words in return. She began to cry again, and I wondered about
all of us.
Because I did not know anyone was here other than myself until I met Lethe. When I met Lethe, I considered
her to simply be my enemy at worst and a confused, misguided idiot at best. I wagered there must be others
but, surely, they were others as driven as we two.
Yet this was just... some child.
A child? Responsible for mending, or making, new worlds?
...Was that really it?
I folded my arms and leaned against the wall beside her. The cape I wear, long as it is, brushed against her
ear and she looked up at me.
"Use it," I told her, and after a moment's hesitation she dried her face and blew her nose with my clothing.
...In that wall-shadowed, dirt-scattered place, I started to look around until I could find some fitting memory...
Something, ideally, with two participants. And, when I did find it, I bid it toward me.
"Stand up," I told her, and she did—quivering. I held the glass up between us. "Take my hand," I instructed.
She did take my hand, and with her acceptance we went into the glass together.
In that memory—
...our memory:
Vita told me her name as we sat in the dining room of a warm and quiet inn.
I was surprised to hear her name—I hadn't known mine at all until at that point recently. I asked her,
"What do you want to eat?", and she asked me, "Does that even matter? This is a memory".
I was surprised again, enough to have my brow twitch. I asked her after, "What did the participants get in
this memory, then?" When she told me what we both knew by merit of having entered I asked again:
"Then, what do you want?"
"What would happen if I asked for something else?"
"It's only right that you ask, and we find out."
"Will the memory break...?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"Because the memory doesn't remember anything else being ordered..."
"Does that scare you?"
"I just..."
"You just what?"
"...I just don't want this memory to end, yet."
...
The memory did not end there.
I got to know that little girl, and what little she knew about herself.
She asked about myself as well—many, many questions.
Hm.
Well, when the memory did come to an end...
...We two left it, and that ruin, together as well.
18-5
前置条件：完成18-4
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Ashen 6oundary
我从「咲弥」那里继承来的只有这个名字。我们只是过去的残影，这是我初到这里时就知道的。
「咲弥」已死，而咲弥仍在这里。
当我意识到这点的时候，我一点也没有“得道”的惊喜之情。从某种程度上讲，我早就知道这个
地方多少有点「彼处」的味道。
但这份答案却让我不自觉想到了在这里的其他人……
这一切都一切，是否真的有任何逻辑可言？
人终会死去，但并非所有死去的人都来到了这里，而来到这里的这些人……他们的终局也各不相同。
我们都各怀心愿，但这并不是我们来到这里的原因。已死之人在将死之时往往都会祈求上天赐予
自己新生，但大部分人都不在这里。
甚至，有些来到这里的人并没有「心」愿。比如维塔，比如红。
我们被带到这里的原因并不是它。
也不是命运。
更不是任何具象化的东西。
而是「神明」。对不对？是您，还有您那一闪而过的突发奇想。
您不曾欢喜，不曾心悦。
因为我们的「神明」……兴许并无实体。
我与维塔相处已有一段时间了。她一直在给我帮忙，所以若是用“共事”二字来形容这些日子里我俩的
相处模式，还真不一定不合适。
一路走来真的很不简单。
她真的很爱哭，思虑又很重。
她一定要靠着我才能睡着；她的问题又多又杂，有时最终目的还不仅是知晓答案。
她的呼噜声真的很大，看着小小一个，却比想象中要重。她很聪慧，悟性也高。
一路走来真的非常不简单，但我永远也不会因此而后悔。
……
不过我确实也会感到后悔。
我时常让自己沉浸于这些问题。
“姐姐，那是什么……？”
在世界迎来终局的时候，维塔问我。
那时，我们一起注视着光芒自大地喷涌而出，一切活物都被连根拔起、卷入天空。
那时，我们一起看着Arcaea咽下了最后一口气，然后又看着它所有的“气息”都最终汇聚到了
一个遥远的地方。
我不知道为什么会发生那样的事。
我甚至不知道到底发生了什么事，我只知道结果：定局，一个残酷无情的定局，一如我们最初知
晓这个定局时的糟糕心情。
而当她看向我，问我都发生了些什么的时候，我却这样回答她：
“……没什么，不过是一些奇怪的现象而已，这世界上稀奇古怪的事多了去了。”
我开始了咲弥世界建造计划的新一期工程，不过这一次我显得有些急躁，因为「终局」来了：
光明的终局，Arcaea的终局。而在那之后，大地便开始分崩离析。
一开始，分解的只是一小粒一小粒，一小片一小片……而后是一大块一大块，再到一大层
一大层……剥脱，解离，而后滑向底处什么都没有的「无」地之地，那片永久在世界边缘
挣扎的边陲深渊。
其名曰「虚无」。
……
我构筑的档案馆在这期间一直还算稳定，但「稳定」并不是我想要的，也不是我们想要的；
在这里的任何一个人都不需要稳定。
我们需要的是「更多」，需要能够超越现状的存在。
我们需要的是一个完美的宜居之地。
而我现在已不敢保证自己是能做到这种事的人了。
……是什么时候，我又开始有了心愿呢？
有时，在结束了一天的奔波劳碌，返回住处后，那个天天跟着我的小女孩便会追上来问我一些
新的问题，而每每那时，我无法回答的难题又会多一分。
问题，问题，问题，无休止的问题……
现在已经没有琢磨那些问题的闲情雅致了。
我和她之间的话开始变得越来越少，两个人之间的气氛也变得越来越尴尬，有时横亘在我们之间的
沉默就像在山谷中一遍遍回荡的呐喊般震耳欲聋。
但我知道我在那时候来到之前就已有心愿了，即使那只是不温不火地希望，我所有的疑问
都能够得到解答。
……
关于我自己的事，我没什么可说的。我的故事是静默的。
准确来说是说了也没用，因为没人能够听见。每次开口，声音就会像这个世界的秃山枯海一样
很快就消亡，别人根本就无法察觉它们，铭记更是无从谈起。
但是故事就有特点，比如「虚无」——茫然空洞，自我吹嘘，毫无价值。只有故事的讲者
才知晓它的真相。
偷窃，掠夺，最后拉她下水——这就是真相。
回答我，你觉得我是一个傲慢的人吗？
我觉得我是。
因为我对自己深信不疑。
我对超越极限以及极限之外的东西深信不疑，对创建一个新的现实深信不疑，对“人比天高”深信不疑。
对未来，深信不疑。
对未来，满怀期许。
……
我前行着，身后跟着一个无论我走到哪里都会跟着的女孩。
我还是希望，我的心愿能够响彻这世界的每一处角落，即使我自己目前并没有能让大家听见的资格。
我只相信使出全力，我只相信最后一搏。
我只相信能让这个世界俯首称臣的碎片。
所以……
神明也好，忘却也好，维塔也好……
当我走过去并将那个愚蠢之人手中的碎片尽数夺来之时……
便请将我逐出天堂，流放至地狱吧。
The only name I have left is "Saya", and I have learned since coming here that we are only shadows of things
that once were.
Saya is dead. Saya lives on, here.
When I learned that, it was no awesome revelation. In a way, I had always felt this place to be something
"after".
But it made me think on the others...
It made me think on whether there was any reason to any of this at all.
People have died, but not all of them are here. Those who are here... travel toward various ends. We all
have different wishes, but it was not wishes that brought us here. The dead often wish for life in the end;
near none of them are here.
Some of us come without a wish. No wish was held in Vita's heart. No wish was held in "Kou's".
It isn't that that brought us here.
It isn't fate.
It isn't anything in specific.
It is that: "God", isn't it? God, and its whims.
And that god is neither laughing nor smiling.
That god may not even have a face.
I have been with Vita for very long now, with her acting as my assistant and... I suppose "colleague", in a way.
It has been trying. She's prone to tears—prone to worry.
She clings to me when she sleeps. She asks more often than simply seeking answers.
Her sneezes are alarming. She is heavier than she looks to be. She has a sharp mind.
It has been trying, but would never be something I regret.
For I regret...
I regret, and ask questions of myself often.
"Saya, what is that...?"
Vita asked me that during the end of the world.
We looked on together as light cascaded from the earth, and life was drawn into the sky.
We watched as Arcaea gasped a final time, all its "breath" converging on one distant place.
I don't know for what reason it happened.
I don't even know what happened precisely, only the result: a horrible certainty, that I was certain we could
both feel.
When she looked to me and asked what it all was, I answered:
"...Some phenomenon, but phenomena are nothing new in this place."
I began to try to build a new world more desperately, because with that "end"—of light, of Arcaea—the lands
began to crumble.
In bits and pieces at first... and then greater and greater slabs—great sheets of earth, sliding down into a
vast "nothing" underneath: into that abyssal place forever scratching at the world's edges...
Into the Void.
...
The archive I had built remained stable through it all, but "stability"... that isn't what we need. It isn't what
any of us need.
We need more. We need something "beyond" here.
We need to live in a proper, perfect place.
I cannot say that I am the one who will make that place anymore.
...I can't say when it was that I began wishing again.
Sometimes, at the end of a day of travel, I would return and be given new questions from the little girl who
follows me that I had no answers for.
Questions, questions, questions...
There is simply no time for them anymore.
And in uncomfortable silences between us, it feels like that is being screamed throughout the caverns.
But I know I began wishing before that—subtly, for answers to questions I myself have.
...
This story of mine is silent. I may only speak it to myself.
Nobody hears it. It will quietly die like the hills and mountains and dried seas of this world, with nobody
to notice or remember them.
And there, there will be "Nihil": a vacuous, self-aggrandizing, and worthless story. A story untold to anyone
but the teller.
A story that stole another's, and clinging to it brought the other to drown.
Tell me: am I arrogant?
The answer is that I am.
I believe in myself.
I believe in finding what lies past limits, in forging new reality, in doing "anything".
I believe in the future.
And I wish for the future.
As I walk from here, with a young girl following behind me by stepping in those footsteps that I leave
wherever I may go...
I want my wish to ring out, though I can't bring myself to say it.
I believe in a last stand. I believe in that glass that made the world bow down.
God, Lethe, Vita...
Expel me from Heaven and straight into Hell...
...As I walk to tear that glass all away from that horned fool's hands.
18-6
前置条件：完成18-5
解锁条件：采用咲弥通过Judgement
“下雨了……”
维塔从图书馆的一处角落里走出，将这件事告知正在坐着的我。
在这同时明亮与黑暗的洞穴里，我将目光自下而上扫过她，随后移开。
雨…吗……
我在这里这么多年也没见过一场雨，但最近几天……
又是下雨又是打雷又是下雪的，就没有一天正常过。
终于还是来了……偏偏在这个时候。
我站起身。
“维塔……”我开口，“我要走了，你要跟着的话，就好好躲在我后面。”
“‘走’……？去哪里？”
“去找忘却，”我说，“然后杀了她。”
说完，我走过她，朝着这座山最低的一处出口走去。
维塔愣了一瞬，然后后知后觉地“听从”了我的指示，跟了上来。
“……什么……‘杀’？等等！”
我身后传来一声惊呼，随后我听见了她的脚步声——这孩子跟在我后头走了一路，即使是和我
一起挨了雨淋也毫不在意。
她不断地向我抗议。
她一直企图让我解释更多，但我没有理会。
她拽住了我的斗篷，而我将它一把扯开。
她拾起了一块石头砸向我。石块砸到了我的后背，而我继续向前走去。
最后，她终于忍不住大吼起来。
“为什么！？”
雨仍没有停。我停下来，转身面对着她。雨点肆意洒落在我和她中间。
她正视着我的眼睛，那双红色与白色的异色眼眸里有什么在闪烁。
“……听着，”我听见自己回答道，“这个世界……它正在死去。”
“是啊，但……”她嗫嚅道——也就是在那个时候，我明白了：她也不是对所有正在发生的事情
一无所知——“但……这跟你想要、想要杀……又有什么关系呢？”
“她对她收集起来的那些东西所产生的影响十分特别，
我们之前忙活了那么久都从未能达到那样的效果，”我解释道。
“如果……我想要拯救所有人的话，我觉得我必须要弄清楚这其中的原因，
并进一步掌握它，利用它，这样创建新世界的奇迹才有可能会发生。
然而忘却并不能够理解我要做的事情，我们也没有时间跟她耗了。”
“她相信的完全不是我这一套，她就是在自欺欺人而已，而你永远都叫不醒一个装睡的人。
她的性格又很暴躁，所以如果她置气于我，跟我大动干戈，我也完全不会觉得意外。”
“可你为什么不试试其他办法呢？”她质问道。听到这个质问时，我笑了。
“你好歹要试过才知道啊！” 她的面部表情开始因愤怒和不解而扭曲，她握紧拳，越攥越死，直到指节发白。
雨滴迟疑了，开始变得窸窣起来。
雨渐渐停了，而我转过身背对着她。
轻轻地，我开口道：“行吧，那等会我动手的时候，你就躲远点看着吧。”
我带着我珍藏的几乎所有的碎片找到了忘却。
当我离她越来越近的时候，我们二人的藏品几乎已经是互相碰触到了，
不过它们并未有任何程度的融合，反而显得水火不容。
悬崖的边缘之上是明亮的，这个世界因碎片的光芒而闪烁。
相反地，站在峭壁之下的忘却，身形则完全隐入了阴影之中。
而在那边缘之后、更远的地方，是虚无那空洞漆黑而深不见底的大嘴。
“‘收割之人’……”我朝她伸出手，“不要再耍小孩子脾气了。我需要你助我一臂之力。”
“助你一臂之力？”她声音里的怒意清晰可辨，“就凭你干的这些好事！？”
……呵。
她一定觉得我就是让这个世界彻底崩落的罪魁祸首吧。
那她未免也太小瞧我了。
转身再次跟她交涉之前，我瞟了瞟自己的身后，确定自己已经看不见维塔了。
自始至终，这场会面都糟糕透顶。
怒吼，谩骂。
还有她的进攻，排山倒海。
借着自己脸上那朵花的几个微不足道的小伎俩，我不停地穿梭于各个碎片之间。
我告诉自己冷静。我不停地绕着她踱步，与她周旋。我全力以赴，使尽浑身解数，
直至筋疲力尽。
我向她保证，我一定会将她的那些碎片都夺过来。
她也回敬我，她一定会修复好Arcaea那已支离破碎的核心。
而我只觉得反胃。
……又下雨了。
散发着凛冽寒光的刀刃与锋利的碎片切面相撞，水花四溅，洒向正在缠斗的双方。
这是一场血腥而又暴力的舞蹈，而我的舞伴跟我一样恶毒。
只见那位散发出死亡气息的摇摆舞者大踏步向前，而我以闪烁着的碎片为绸带自上而下拂过她的面颊。
我的太阳穴剧烈地鼓动着。
胃里好似有什么东西在翻搅着。
我失败了，我所做的一切都毫无意义。
"It's raining..."
Vita came to me in a corner of my glass library, and told me that.
In the bright and dark cave, I looked up to her from where I sat, and then I looked away.
Rain...
In all my years in this place, I had never seen rain, and now rain and snow
and thunder and lightning all had been seen by us on the horizons every so often.
And now it was there.
I stood.
"Vita..." I began,
"we will be going, and when you follow: you will follow and hide behind."
"'Going'...? Where?"
"To Lethe," I said, "to kill her."
I walked past her and, after descending,
made my way to the mountain's lowest exit.
Vita was delayed, but followed just as instructed.
"...'Kill'—what!? No!"
She shouted at my back, followed me all the way down,
and trotted out behind me as I went into the rain.
She protested, protested.
She grabbed my cape and I pulled it from her hands.
She picked up a stone, and threw it at my back.
I kept on, and finally she screamed:
"Why!?"
Rain fell on and between us as I stopped and turned to face her.
She met my eye. Her red and white eyes were shimmering.
"Vita..." I said, "this world is dying."
"Yes..." she muttered and at the time I thought—Ah, so she knows.
"So... So why would you want to... kill...?"
"I felt something in what she gathered, something I have never felt in what we have built," I explained.
"If... I want to rescue us all, I reason that I must discover what that something was,
and take and use it. With it, I might make the miracle that will build a new world.
Lethe, however, won't understand the theory, and we have no time to try with her."
"Her belief... How she lies to herself would never let her reason. Her heart is a fire.
She will aim those feelings at me, and we will come to blows."
"You won't try?" she accused me, and I smiled.
"You should at least try!" Her face bunched up, and her fists balled.
And, when I turned from her again—
as the rains around us slowed, and then stopped—
I said, lightly: "Fair. Watch safely away when I do."
I have taken much of my own glass to Lethe's place.
As I approach there, our collections almost meet,
but never blend together.
It is bright. On this cliff's edge, the world is bright from glass.
Lethe, beneath it, is cloaked in shadows.
Over the edge, the Void yawns.
"Reaper," I call to her, "let's put pettiness aside. Help me."
"Help you?" she spits. "After you've done all this!?"
Ah.
She must think I'm responsible for cracking this world at its core.
...She thinks so little of me.
I glance behind myself and, unable to see Vita, I turn back to Lethe
and continue our conversation.
It goes, and ends, as terribly as one can imagine.
Shouting.
Insults.
And her scythe: swinging down on me.
I travel from shard to shard with a little trick of the flower at my eye.
I refrain. I turn around her. I try. I am trying.
Until I no longer can.
I swear to her I will take her memories.
She swears to me she will mend Arcaea's shattered core.
I feel disgusted...
It begins to rain again.
Blade clashes against glass. Water sprays between us.
I dance a violent dance alongside hers, vicious.
She swings, aiming to kill me. I cut across her face with glowing glass.
My head is pounding.
Sickness twists inside my stomach.
I have failed, and nothing I am doing here matters at all.
18-7
这并不是两股伟力之间的较量，更不是一场壮丽而沉重的苦斗。
我和忘却的这场“鹬蚌之争”……
胜者为王，但王最终并不会得到任何东西。
败者为寇，但寇最终也不会损失任何东西。
可以说，我对这个结果毫不意外。
我们都是迷途之人，都觉得自己有可能迎来更好的结局，乃至扭转乾坤。
卧龙凤雏。
我们什么都不是。我们的生命不值一提。
意识到这一点时，我只感到恶心。
但我仍想试试。
忘却抽身向后退去，马上又以惊人的力道挥舞着镰刀砍来——
而我操纵着碎片源源不断地格挡、攻击；向上、向下，朝她的胸口袭去——
一根手指突然出现在了我和忘却兵戈交接之处，我们混乱混沌的战斗随即戛然而止。
“！？”
“什么——？！”
一只修长的、戴着手套的手随后进入了视野，朝着我和忘却交战的交接处伸去。
就在它接触到边缘的那一瞬，我整个人便突然痉挛起来，疼痛排山倒海般席卷而来，几近要将我冲垮。
我的碎片顷刻间破碎了，忘却握在手中的镰刀也飞了出去，受到剧烈冲击的两人在下一秒猛地向后退去。
脚下的大地疯狂地抖动，好似一面被暴力击打的鼓。
接着，我们静止在了半空——
大气紧接着突然猛地向后拉扯——
那长而弯的闪烁着尖寒光芒的刀锋向我刺来，而我猛地击向大地——
忘却的镰刀几乎是同时紧贴我身侧划下，瞬间将我身后的空气撕裂。
或许正是因为忘却的这个举动，几片碎片反而成功扎进了她的左臂里。
膝盖顿时间宛若灌了铅一般向下坠去，我和忘却都同时被迫摆出了下跪的姿势。
我的身体早已苦痛不堪，但我的下颌仍高高抬起。
毕竟谁也不能让我屈服。
横亘在我和忘却中间的是一位陌生的女性，她的长发颜色苍白，眼神却十分锐利。
她看了看我，又看了看忘却。
我这时才注意到，她是笑着的。
“不可以，二位。”她开口说道。
“如果下手太重的话，会不小心伤到宝贵的东西哦。”
我使劲挣扎，竭尽全力试图向前挪动几步，却仍只能艰难地保持跪着的姿势。
我不停地大口喘气，呼吸变得粗重而破碎。
她说话的方式……这人估计很麻烦……
她的目光再次回到了我身上。
“真是固执呢。”她说，“好啦，我还没打招呼呢，那，两位好？”
“再这样的话，我会不开心的哦。”
This is no clash of great powers. This is no immense and weighty battle.
In this struggle between myself and Lethe...
When I win, I will win "nothing".
And when I lose, I will lose "nothing".
I know it.
We are only two misguided women believing in a better ending for us,
but it is not to be.
We are nothing. Our lives have meant nothing.
But I still want to try, and nausea is plaguing me for feeling so.
As Lethe pulls back, and with surreal strength drags her scythe toward me again—
As I cast glass upward and downward to stop the blade and pierce her chest—
Our battle is ended by a finger falling between us.
"!?"
"What—!"
A slender, gloved hand touches down where our edges were ready to meet.
When it does, my entire body pulsates and pain almost cripples me.
My glass scatters, Lethe's scythe flies from her hand. We both are blown horribly backward.
The earth itself pounds as if it is a great drum being beat once by an immense rod.
We are then stopped in the air—
The air itself violently pulls back—
And I strike against the ground as Lethe's scythe flies forward
and cuts me deeply across my side before skidding down behind me.
For her, for Lethe, several shards of my glass burrow into her left arm.
We both crash down on our knees, being made to bow.
And though I feel torn apart...
I raise my head, I do not let it fall.
Standing still between us is a strange new woman, with long and pale hair,
and strangely piercing eyes.
She looks to me, she looks to Lethe.
She is smiling.
"Enough of all of that, you two," she says.
"If you play so roughly, you might hurt something precious in your process."
I step up, best as I can, still only able to kneel and now breathing raggedly.
Her way of speaking worries me...
She looks at me again.
"Now... hello stubborn girls," she says.
"It isn't nice to meet you."
C-1
前置条件：购入Divine Oblivion曲包
“维塔。”
“你看起来真傻。”
我让她别继续下去了。
“只有傻子才会骂别人傻。”我记得我是这么说的。
“你在引用什么名言警句么？恕我直言，我不赞成。像我这种聪明但不招人喜欢的人也有自己最爱的格言：
如果自己做了蠢事，就不能怪别人说你蠢了。”
我不禁笑了。
“维塔，把你的五指张开，把手举起来。”
我照做了。
“现在，跟我掌心对掌心。”
我也照做了。
“或许你是对的。或许你曾有过的链接真的一去不复返了。”
“但这也是一种联系，维塔。这也是人类会做的事。”
我又不禁笑了。
“当你伸出手时——”
……我会陪在你身边，帮你再次站起来的。
维塔……她应该……
还藏着呢吧……？那就好……
我还想着自己至少能够半跪着……
但力竭的我还是倒下了。
我应该做什么才好……？
采取什么样的行动……我心里期望的结果又是什么？
我所造成的损伤……
哈……不知道为何，我希望我受伤的时候不会流血。
或许我右眼上生长的这朵花给了我一种我不仅仅是普通人的错觉吗。
呵……谁知道呢，说不定忘却那种人也会流血。
她站在我面前，居高临下地看着我。
……而我却完全无法起身。
她再度开口：
“她是藏起来了吗？”
“她”……？她……不……
不会的……不可能说的是……？
“真奇怪呐，我竟看不太清她在哪里……
是你动了什么手脚吗？”
她俯下身来，一把按住我的头颅，向上一提。
我的左眼与她的双目对视上。
“我已经够直白了吧？”她说道。
她的手指收紧，攥住了我一大把头发——我吃痛地眯起眼睛。
她俯身贴近我，声线冰冷。
“凡人——咲弥。
告诉我那孩子的位置。”
"Vita."
"You look like an idiot."
I told her to shut up.
I said something like, "only idiots call other people idiots."
"An attempted aphorism. Sorry to say: it isn't true.
Bothersome, intelligent folk like myself: we call fools for fools."
It made me crack a smile.
"Vita, spread your fingers and lift your hand."
I did that.
"Now, press your hand to mine."
I did that, too.
"Perhaps you are right. Perhaps a connection you once had has been lost."
"But this, Vita, is connection too. This is human."
That made me smile again.
"When you reach out—"
...I will be there to help you stand again.
Vita... Vita is...
Still hiding...? Good...
I hoped to at least stay knelt...
But, weak, I collapse back to the ground.
What am I to do here...?
What course of action... What result can I expect?
The damage that I took...
Hah... I don't know why, but I was hoping that I wouldn't bleed when cut.
That perhaps the flower in my eye told: I'm a little more than human.
Though, I suppose even Lethe bleeds...
The woman stands before and above me.
I can't stand at all...
She begins to speak again:
"Is she hiding?"
"She"...? She... no...
Do you... You couldn't mean...?
"It's odd. I can't quite see her...
Is this your doing?"
She bends down and lays her hand down on my head.
I lock my eye with both of hers.
"You don't need me to spell it out, do you?" ...she says.
Her fingers clench, taking much of my hair—and I squint.
She leans down more toward me—her voice cold.
"Mortal, Saya.
I mean to find that child."
C-2
前置条件：完成C-1
这里的景色同别处并无不同，同样高耸于漆黑之上。
世界已然破碎，仅剩无几的光芒在大地上苟延残喘。
曾经战火纷飞的战场如今一片死寂，因为神明已然降临，来终结这场纷争——她一刀划破一人肋部，
另一刀贯穿另一人的全身。
异界的神明到来了，为了满足她的一己私欲。
自私本身并非罪过……然而，其带来的后果却必须铭记。
这个世界上又多了两个流血的人，让第三人感到惧怕。
那第三人是你——你，惧怕了。
而你的惧怕，正是我的失责。
拉可弥拉、咲弥、忘却、维塔。
憎怨的漩涡会卷入周遭的一切。
拉可弥拉移开手，转而掐住咲弥的喉咙。她将独眼的少女抬起，而忘却在一旁虚弱地抗议着。
维塔，你得听咲弥的话，乖乖藏着，切勿轻举妄动。
但，你若不采取行动，誓言便会彻底破碎。
只有打破你的承诺，另一个誓言才有实现的可能。
此时此刻——
类似命运的低语宣告着。
而我相信——
你便是那只推动命运之轮转动的手。
我深深地感受着它，它存在在一切之中。
我看到它就在那里，就在前方。
我的低谷，将铸就另一人的顶峰。
分歧，或介于两端之间……
有了你，或许会有另一条路。
我知道……
我知道你能帮上忙。
让咲弥再次站起来；
让自己再次与她并肩……
并通过此，开辟全新的道路。
我曾在世界和存在的边缘听到过这声音……
它曾断言这个地方不再有通往更美好的未来的路。
但如今，真相已然改变。
一个誓言将旧有的真理倾覆。
在另一个神明再次掌控这世界的命运之前，我们必须亲眼见证——
那最终之路的开辟及新生。
维塔……
或许，你便是这一切的关键。
A landscape here as any other, and overlooking the darkness below.
The world has fractured, and the last dregs of its light pulse in the earth.
The field that was once bursting with the sounds of battle has fallen silent. For, a god has arrived and
put an end to the duel—with that: cutting one grievously through her side, and the other throughout
her body.
That god of another world has come here, and her goal is a selfish one.
Selfishness is no sin... However, its effect must be remembered.
Two more in this world are now bleeding. Another is now afraid.
That other is you—you are fearful.
And your fear is my failing.
Lacrymira, Saya, Lethe, Vita.
Around you all is a spiral of resentment.
Lacrymira moves her grasp, holding Saya up now by the neck. Lethe weakly protests.
And Vita, you stay hidden by Saya's word.
But unless you act, a promise is about to be broken.
Break your promise here so that another might be preserved.
Here, now—
whispers the effect of a thing like fate.
And I believe—
You are the hand by which the mechanism might turn.
I feel it deep in everything.
And I see it there, ahead.
The nadir of me,
the zenith of another.
Divergence, or in between there...
With you, there can be another road.
Yes...
I know you can help.
That Saya can rise once again.
That you can stand beside her...
And in that, set a new path in stone.
I heard it once beyond the edge of things...
That this place once felt as though it had no paths that led to something greater.
That is no longer the truth.
A promise was made, and with it old truth upheaved.
Before another god can grasp this world in fate again, we should see it through:
Forge a final path.
Vita...
For that, you might be my champion.
C-3
前置条件：完成C-2
解锁条件：通过DREAD AREA
肤色苍白的女人仍在喋喋不休……
“你还要继续装傻吗？这不是你一手干出的好事？
咲弥，你这个……！哈哈，Arcaea已经死了！它没法再庇佑你们了！
你脸上那朵奇怪的花到底还有多少花招？都拿出来给我看看！”
孩子……「孩子」么……
她真是为了维塔而来的……？
……
她手中的力道丝毫不减，我感到自己的喉咙越来越紧……
我不再捂住自己的伤口，而是将手举起……
使出最大的力气，我告诉她：
“如果……你真是冲她而来的……
我绝不会再让你吸一口这里的空气……！”
我冲着她的脖颈猛地一推。
她松开了我，而我应声倒地。
就在我试图起身的时候，我听见她在我上方低声嘶道。
“别用那肮脏的血碰我。哼，我已经堕落到这种地步了吗，真是够了。”
我抬起头，看见她正环顾四周。
然后……
她的双眼瞪大，眉眼逐渐展开成一个弧度……
她的笑容也是。
我的心跳仿佛静止了。循着她的注意力，我看向远处……
维塔正朝我们奔来。
我站起身，却随后马上倒下。
浑身像是被烈火灼烧一般，我的指甲深深嵌进泥土中……
我再度撑起身。
我呛出了一声咳嗽，顿时感觉五脏六腑都在颤抖。
我感到她的视线再度落到了我身上。接着，她开口了：
“……
没眼界的家伙。”
她将手举起。
我也虚弱地抬起自己的手。
……！
一道恶魔般的人影忽地横在我和她中间，她头顶上的双角闪烁着。
……一柄锋利耀眼的镰刀随着人影的手握着向上，嘶吼着划出一道弧度——
穿过苍白的女子，夺走了她的手臂。
忘却看向我。
不需要她开口，我也知道现在应该做什么。
尽管浑身上下都在撕裂般疼痛着，我迈开了步子。
必须带维塔逃离这个地方……
不需要离很近，应该也能做到的……
我只需要用锁链隔着玻璃和她对调位置……直到她安全为止。
我知道她不会待得住的……该死，我是如此笃定地早就确信了这点。
但我确实也无法让她就那样待在那里，她的心太过炽烈。
我并不会责骂她，我现在只需要，只需——
我的视线与维塔相遇，这感觉就像——不……
时间，真的慢了下来。
而那位从天而降的女子站在了我们之间，面向着维塔，背对着我。
失去了一支手臂的她抬起仍然完好的另一只手。
她的残臂开始长出丝弦，一条新的肢体很快便显现出来。
我奋力在放缓的时间中前行，但……
但她并没有搭理我——
我知道我束手无策，我现在什么都做不了了，救不了维塔了。
我怒火中烧。
愤怒像癌细胞般在我体内疯狂增殖、吞噬。
我伸手够向那女人的后背，可她却仍未转身。
不……你必须转身。
就在此处，就是现在。我会「让」你面对我，我发誓道。
我的意志跨越了无数时空。
对我而言，对「我」而言，「你」又算什么？！
你，你——！绝不可能再当着我的面夺走另一条性命。
地狱，天堂，都无所谓；神明也好，恶鬼也罢……
一介凡人，女子之躯，鬼魂与碎片构筑的造物……
在自己粉碎之前，我定要将你亲手撕碎！
熟悉的光芒……
闪耀着的、古老的光芒，开始环绕着我并流淌进我的身体。
这个名叫Arcaea的世界……
它逐渐黯淡的光芒点缀着我……直至我的伤口合拢，身体充满了力量。
我合拢手掌。
掌心传来了一股别样的触感——仿佛能将命运一分为二，锋利的刃口剥脱着周遭的空气，将我抛回了现实——
一把利刃就此为我所用了。
The pale woman prattles...
"You'll keep pretending that you're not the cause...?
Oh, Saya...! Arcaea is dead! It can be no protector!
What is that flower of yours doing, really...?"
Child... A "child", then...
She really is here for Vita...?
...
Held in her grasp, my throat straining...
I...pull my hand from my wounds... lifting it up...
I speak, best as I am able... telling her:
"If... that girl is your aim....
I will not let you take another breath...!"
I push my palm toward her neck.
She lets me go, dropping me to the ground.
I hear her above me as I try to rise again.
"Do not touch me with that blood.
I have degraded myself enough to come here. Enough of that."
Lifting my head, I can see her looking around.
And...
Her eyes widen...
Her grin widens.
My heart stops. I turn my attention to where hers is directed.
...And see Vita, running here.
I rise to my feet.
I fall just as quickly, feeling as if fire is rushing through me.
As I burn, my nails dig into the earth...
I push myself up again.
A cough comes out of my throat, rattling everything in me.
And, I feel that woman's gaze fall on me, cold. She speaks.
"...
You're too unsightly."
I see her hand rise.
I lift my own, feebly.
...!
A demon comes between her and I, horns gleaming...
...scythe gleaming as it screams upward in the demon's grasp—
passing through the pale woman, and taking that woman's arm away.
Lethe turns her eyes to me.
I don't need her to tell me to go, my legs are already moving
although my body rages in pain.
I need to take Vita away from here...
I don't need to be very close. I should be able to do it...
I just need to change places with her in a chain through glass...until she's safe.
I knew she would appear... Damn me, that I knew it.
But I never could have made her stay behind. Her heart is too fierce for that.
I won't scold her. I just need this, just this for now—
My eye meets with Vita's, and it feels as though—no;
it does. Time slows there.
And the woman from the sky stands between us—facing Vita instead of me.
One arm of hers is gone. Her remaining arm is beginning to rise...
Threads come from where her lost limb had been, and a new limb shortly manifests.
I push on through the slowed time, but—
With her not looking my way—
I know that I am bereft of actions—of any actions that can save Vita now.
And I rage.
I begin to feel rage completely consuming me.
I reach for that woman's back. She still will not turn.
No... I will make you face me.
I will make you see this, here.
That mine is a spirit that could endure a thousand years.
That to me—ME, YOU are nothing.
And that you will NE'ER take another's life away before me...
Whoever in hell or heaven that you are, god or devil.
I am a woman, here born of a ghost and glass.
And I will cut you deeply through, before I e'er BREAK!
Familiar light...
Brilliant and old light, it surrounds and bleeds into me.
This world, Arcaea...
Arcaea's dying light adorns me... my wounds seal, my strength flows.
I close my hand.
Within it, a blade that might cleave fate in twain,
with atmosphere splitting at its edge—cuts through into reality.
C-4
我的手臂……又一次不属于我自己了。
我低头，看向对我做了这种事的那恶魔般的身影。
她却没有看我，而是沉默地看向那个人——「咲弥」。
真是无礼。
她转过身来看我时，我用完好的那只手的手背狠狠地扇了她一巴掌。
她猛地向后躲闪。我也略向后，躲避她的镰刀。
她试图用刀刃勾住世界的边缘，但失败了。
她没能停下来，坠入了我们脚下的黑暗之中。
我活动了一下自己的手指，然后打了个响指，让时间再次慢下来。
我一边向前走，一边看向这个世界。
Arcaea……我记得我宣告了你的死亡。
你还在漂泊吗？像这里的少女们般。
像是鬼魂一般的存在——这倒是解答了不少我一直以来的疑问。
但你应该安息才对。
你已经存在太久、漂泊太久了。
你不是已经许下承诺要安息吗，可你却还是无处不在……
像一个没有尊严、无法信守承诺的神一般。
真是可耻。
我落在咲弥和维塔之间，寻回了自己失去的手臂。
维塔，维塔……这屈辱之地配不上你这样珍贵的存在。
还有，你怎么就跑出来了呢——？
我再次瞪大了双眼。
她的身后站着一个奇异的鬼影。
……我感到自己汗毛直竖。
啊，现在又是……怎么一回事——？
……！
……这……难道是……
……在讥笑我吗？
“哈……啊哈哈哈哈！！”
掩盖着逝去的灵魂们的共同回响……
Arcaea的丝线，现身了。
我看向她——咲弥——冷静地，像看待事实那般用稀松平常的方式看着她。
……然后我不禁笑了起来。想想，又一次被惊喜到了……！
优雅地，冷静地，咲弥发起了攻击。
这么久以来，这可是头一次——
呵……我当然要还手！头一次，在这个名叫“Arcaea”的世界——我将用「Arcaea」的方式与你战斗。
我在她和自己之间划出一道碎片组成的弧度，她以刃相迎——
突然间，她消失了，但我还能看到她……
她忽地闪到我的身侧，我的头顶，准备再次攻击——
喝……！
我抬起手，试图阻止她。
她劈了下来，刀刃划破空气，我向后退去，在转身的那一瞬间——
她俯冲下来，转过身——
一瞬间，我的腿感觉像是被闪电击中的大树般，
接着又像是被一把火点燃了般，这是……？
我低头望去。
那把疯狂的武器刺穿了我的双脚，将我钉入地面。
咲弥随即松开了它，随之……白色的火焰开始向上蔓延！呵……
这……
这可不太妙……！
我低吼一声，抵抗着剑锋对我的损伤。
我不再冷静……我伸手去抓它，它却带着火焰反弹回来。
我四处寻找攻击的源头，却发现咲弥已经消失了。取而代之的是维塔。
还没等我开口，维塔也消失了。我终于明白了咲弥在做什么——
她透过碎片一会儿出现在这里，一会儿出现在那里，然后又出现在另一个地方……
她带着维塔去了一个她自认为是“安全”的位置……
我集中精神，将剑从体内拔出，剑柄却仍然抗拒着我。
这仿佛探索者的力量……我脚上的伤也没有立刻痊愈……
这究竟是什么把戏……？垂死挣扎的弱小神明，你究竟在盘算些什么？
我看不见维塔了……然后，我手中的剑也消失了……是回到了咲弥手里吗？
果真……再次看见它时，它又出现在咲弥手中，而她闪身到了我背后。
哈……如果这把剑砍到我的脖子或头的话……
一道光掠过我的肩头——它撕裂了静止的时间。
我赶忙操控大气，它才迅速停止下来。
一阵涟漪击打向大地。我长呼出一口气。
……这么着急就想杀掉我吗？
我们才刚见面不久呢。
呵，那便如此吧。让死亡的舞步再度交织。
你的视线落在我身上，而我直视着你。
你和我，咲弥，在Arcaea这荒芜的尘土之间。
My arm... leaves my body once again.
I look down at the little fiend that took it.
She looks not at me, but at the other: "Saya".
Insolent.
As she turns back to look in my direction, I take my remaining hand
and strike the back of it across her face.
She hurtles away. I lean backward to avoid the blade of her scythe.
She attempts to stop herself with that blade at the world's edge
and fails, tumbling into the dark beneath us.
I flex my fingers, and after—I snap them to take time away.
I look into the world as I move forth.
Arcaea... I said that you were dead.
Are you another ghost like the girls here, lingering on?
That: it would answer many questions I have had.
But you should simply rest.
You've lingered long enough.
And you vowed to do so: to rest, and yet it seems still here you are...
An undignified god that cannot keep a promise.
It is a shameful thing.
...I land between Saya and Vita. I bring my missing limb back.
Vita, Vita... this shameful place ill suits one as precious as you.
And, why have you come out—?
My eyes widen once again.
At—the sight of a very special ghost behind her.
...The hairs along my body stand on end.
Now, now... what plan is this—?
...! ...
...This... is...
...mockery?
"Ha... Ahahaha!!"
Cloaking this common echo of the dead and gone...
...are those: Arcaea's strings.
I look at her: at Saya in the standard way to view reality...
...and I can't help but laugh, to be surprised again...!
Perfectly composed—
Saya moves to strike me, and for the first time in an age—
why, I must show up...! And first, as in Arcaea—I will use "Arcaea" to fight you.
I draw up a line of glass between myself and her. Her blade meets it—
and suddenly, she vanishes, but I am able to see her...
...flash to the air above me and my side, moving to strike again...!
My...!
She cuts down as I lift a hand, and ripple the air to try and stop her.
Her blade cuts through—I step back and in a spiral—!
—She falls, turns, and suddenly—
my leg feels like a tree stricken by lightning
and set afire. What's that?
I glance down.
That mad weapon is now piercing my foot to the earth
and Saya has let it go. And... white flames crawl upward! My...
This...
is no good, is it...!
I growl and resist my own undoing by the sword. There's unraveling in me...
I reach for it, and it lashes back at me with fire.
Saya has vanished already as I look to find her. Vita is here instead.
She disappears before I can speak and finally I see what it is that Saya is doing—
Changing space here and here, and there and there through glass...
taking Vita somewhere that she must imagine is "safe"...
I focus. I pull the sword from my body. Its grip continues to reject me.
It's like a Seeker's power... and my foot is not immediately healing...
Just what is this scheme...? What are you thinking, little and dying god?
I lose sight of Vita... Then, the sword in my hand is lost; returned to Saya?
Yes... When next I see it, it is in Saya's hands again, and she is at my back...
Ha... Oh... if that strikes my neck or head...
In a flash, it goes above my shoulders—
It cuts through stopping time—it's stopped only quickly by my commanding the air.
A ripple pounds the earth. I breathe out.
...You want to kill me so badly?
We've only just met.
Fine. Let death and dance intertwine then.
Your eye meets mine, and mine yours.
You and I, Saya, in the blighted lands of Arcaea.
C-5
前置条件：完成C-4
解锁条件：通过Riven Pilgrimage
……啊。
在那里。
Arcaea深处的一部分已彻底消逝。
那最后的存在曾拯救了这个地方……姑且称其为某种力量吧。为了实现倒数第二个愿望，一股微小
却又无比强大的力量奉献了自己。
因此，让他处呼吸……
让另一位神明的气息开始流入，因为祂就在那里。
……
这……将是……
……此前，咲弥带走了维塔，将她安置在了某个黑暗的地方。
但不久之后，她便返回了，试图保护维塔，于是拉可弥拉也玩起了同样的角色扮演。
……爱，是愚蠢的。
它驱使凡人相信自己的利刃可以以它的名义斩杀巨人。
它使人盲目：
让人们对诸神的行动毫不知情……
……
Arcaea是为了自己才选择了维塔与咲弥，而不是她们。
真的吗……「类似命运的低语宣告着……」
你懦弱到如此地步，都不敢直呼其名吗？
对于那个扮演着守卫者角色的少女和那位孩子来说……没有比这更合适的词了，Arcaea。
……这是你给这两位少女赋予的，漆黑的命运。
那便恪守你的承诺吧，恪守你向自己的神明许下的诺言。
但别忘记要怜悯扮演好其中角色的凡人之躯。
在一个更美好的地方，在那些幽灵游荡的纯净神圣的殿堂之中，一个由碎片组成的破碎人影与另一个
本质相同的造物许下了愿望，而另一个人影正是她自己。
这是一个穿越时空的愿望。
在名为命运的骗局中，这将是第一步……
而有一位神明，即将使其成为现实。
...Ah.
There.
A part deep within Arcaea has faded fully.
That final thing had been saving the place...A power, call it. A little yet certainly strong piece of power
has been given up to hear a penultimate wish.
So letting elsewhere breathe in...
Letting the Breath of another God begin to flow in, for She is there.
...
This... would be...
...Saya took Vita up, and she left her somewhere dark before.
Just after that she returned to try and play protector, and so Lacrymira matched her with play in turn.
...It is foolish: love.
It drives mortals to belief: even that their blades can cut down giants in its name.
And it blinds:
To the movements of gods...
...
Arcaea chose Vita and Saya for itself, and not for them.
Really... "The effect of a thing like fate..."
You're so cowardly that you won't call it by its name?
For that guardian and the child... there is no other way to call it, Arcaea.
...That Black Fate which you hold for those two.
Go and hold your vow to let it all end. That vow of yours to your own god, Hikari.
But pity the mortals who allow you to take that end up.
In a better place, amidst those pristine and hallowed halls wandered by ghosts, a crumbling figure
of glass makes a wish alongside another. That other being herself, it is a wish heard across
the fabric of time.
It is a step in the scheme of fate...
One God will realize it soon.
C-6
前置条件：完成C-5
解锁条件：通过Cataclysm Cry
在咲弥手中的刀刃边缘，「世界」本身都在闪烁。
我能看见了：「这里」的每一层都被切割开来——
被那亵渎的利刃刺伤。
虔手中的长矛跟它有很多相似之处。
光也一样，没错：也是把剑。或许，就是这把。
虽然我只是自己默默想着，但我不得不承认：这把武器令人不寒而栗。
咲弥的急切之情促使她采取行动，但如今这已无法解释她为何仍在这里，与我战斗。
我放倒了不少「英雄」……
而这位女子，却是一名如假包换的杀手。
尽管并不情愿，我很快便不再视这一切为儿戏：
我飞到空中，拉开我们二人间的距离。
我用真空和坍塌的星辰填充这片空间，以阻止她继续进攻。
我心跳如鼓，嘴角仍然上扬，但笑容已经显得有些僵硬了。
我……逐渐意识到了一件事。
咲弥的另一只手猛地向后一甩，撕裂了我制造的空间。
她全力向前刺出长剑，崩塌的狂暴之力将那空间卷入。
我不禁笑了，一瞬间惊叹得甚至失了神。
一小块碎片在我脸颊旁闪烁。我意识到，咲弥即将出现——
只是，为时已晚。她已来到我面前，一把抓住我的头颅，与我怒目而视。
她冲我的额头使劲，用力推开了我，然后举起了剑。
我举起双手，却被碎片瞬间刺穿。
她的剑朝我腹部刺来，之前所吞噬的能量在我体内迅速增殖肆虐。
我吃痛地喊出声来。这……可怖的撕裂感……
我若不是神的话……我……我可能就——
……！？什么——！？
咲弥准备将刀回抽，于是她更加用力地抓住我的头颅。
她显然想用那折弯的刀刃砍下它。
但我能看见，我能看见。
我能看见，也能感知到，在我神圣的领地之中，最珍贵的东西正在消逝。
倏忽之间，但绝非“偶然”。
我用力抓住咲弥的手腕，她吃痛地皱眉，用力挣脱了我。
她松开了我，也松开了自己的武器，随即立即消失了。
我开始压制那股试图将我粉身碎骨的狂暴意志。
集中精神……
某种东西——某种比这场决斗更重要的东西映入我的眼帘。
我倒在地上，扬起一片尘土。我用力握住深入自己腹部的那把剑。
周围的一切都被撕开了一道口子，更多的光芒正在消散。
我呼出一口气，隐约之间，我感到了祂的波动。
我动不了了。
好冷，我感到好冷……
……摩耶不在了。
她的存在彻底消逝了。
是因为维塔吗？——不……她还……不跟维塔在一起么？
难道说……是在将来么……将来，她会吗？可是——
怎么会——？
为什么？
为什么？！
……这是你的目的吗？Arcaea。
我是棋盘上的一颗棋子吗？你就这么玩我？！
不，不……
……不，我会打翻你的棋盘。
毕竟，我已在这战场上感知到了祢的气息。
属于我的神明的气息，祂来了。
等着被我吞噬吧——那股气流，我要
吞噬你，吞噬你，吞噬那曾屠戮我族的力量。
然后让它填满这具骨骼——我，真正的「上帝之手」。
命运，你背弃了它！不是么？
骗子。骗子，骗子骗子骗子骗子骗子骗子骗子！
软弱、无能、可憎的东西。摩耶是我的，你明白吗？
……我曾爱过这世界；我曾如此珍惜。
曾想要治愈它……拯救它！所以到底是为什么？
为什么你要这么做！？卑鄙，无耻……下贱！
不知感激，卑劣的东西……
还有你那永无止境的、对悲剧的饥渴！哦，是的。没错，没错……
你想要、渴望、热衷于痛苦？好！好啊——那我就满足你……
Arcaea……
因为我，你要迎来灭顶之灾了。
At the edge of Saya's blade, "the world" itself shimmers
and I can see it: how each layer of "here" is being cut—
wounded—by that blaspheming edge.
Faith held a spear very much like this,
and Hikari did too, aye: a sword. Perhaps even the same as this.
And though it is only to myself: I can admit it's a fearsome thing.
Saya was brought up by passions, but that is not what keeps her here
in battle with me. I've brought down a number of "heroes"...
This woman, instead, is a truthsome killer.
I drop the play unfavorably fast—fly up to the sky
and make a gap between her and I.
I fill it with a vacuum and collapsing stars to dissuade her.
My heart is beating, and my smile is rather stiff.
I... am coming to realize something.
Saya tears her other hand backward, and that rends my space asunder.
She thrusts her sword forward, and the violent forces of that collapse
wrap all around it. I laugh, awe-struck.
A shard of glass flickers beside my face. I can see that Saya will be there—
too late. She is already before me and has grasped my skull, glaring enraged.
She pushes my forehead back and raises her blade.
I lift both my hands, and both are pierced swiftly by glass.
She thrusts her sword through my gut, and the tornado of energies
that it has swallowed run rampant throughout me.
I groan. This... This... horrid SPLITTING...
Were I... Were I not... a god, I might—
...!? What—!?
Saya makes to withdraw her blade. She grips my skull more fiercely.
She plainly intends to have my head by that blade's warped edge.
But I can see; I can see.
I can see, and feel, that in the hallowed halls of my domain
the most precious thing is fading.
Suddenly... but not by "chance".
I hold Saya's wrist firm. She winces and wrenches her arm from my grasp,
letting her sword and my skull go before quickly vanishing.
I begin to quell the rampant will trying to rip my body apart.
Focused...
For something—something... more important than this fight has come to my eyes.
I drop to the earth, dust erupting all around me. I hold the sword firm in my stomach.
I see a tear in the fabric of everything, as more light vanishes.
I breathe out, and subtly I can feel the flow of God here.
I'm still.
I'm cold...
...Maya is gone.
Her presence has utterly vanished.
With Vita—? No... she is not with Vita... yet?
In time... In time, she will? But—
How—?
Why?
Why??
...Because this is your intention? Arcaea.
Like a piece on a board, you are PLAYING me?
No. No...
...No. I will push the board over.
After all, I've found your breath here on our battlefield
and the Breath of my God has come in too.
I am going to swallow it: that Air—
consume it. Consume that same kind of Power that slew my kind.
And let it fill the bones of this, me, the true hand of God.
You had forsaken fate, hadn't you?
Liar. Liar, liar liar liar liar liar.
Craven, weak, horrible THING. Maya was MINE, you realize?
...I had loved it: this world; cherished it.
Sought to HEAL it... SAVE it! So why?
Why did you do it? WRETCH...
Ingracious, DAMNED thing...
And your insatiable hunger for tragedies. Oh aye. Yes, yes...
You want and want and want sorrow? Then: I will fill you up...
Arcaea...
I will bring a catastrophe to you.
C-7
前置条件：完成C-6
解锁条件：通过DEINOS PHAINEIN
世界再度破碎。咲弥抬头望去，将她那把染上殷红的剑自神明的躯体里抽回。白色的火焰将其烧得通红，
而她警惕地盯着一切变化。
一声巨响，如同沉重的锁链坠落在金属制的地表，咲弥不由自主地瑟缩了一下。她认得这声音：
丧钟的响声，坚定而有力。
神明幻化成了新的形态，她的双眼充满愤怒；而由碎片构成的少女明白，这并非她所造成的创口所致。
一种来自更深处、更黑暗的东西形成了。
在末日将至的感觉下……
咲弥平静地举起了自己的剑。
遥远的过去，在一个遥远的地方，有一群人塑形了周遭的世界。
她们中最优秀的一部分人随后蒙受了神的恩赐：神赋予了她们探索的权能，并让她们通过此来彰显祂的旨意。
但即使如此，她们最终也被神的气息所击垮——被那气息中潜藏的怪物所击垮。
被某种至高的、超越一切的存在所击垮。
如今，游荡在自然与惊惧之中，在撕裂的空间和破碎的概念之间……
畸形地，仿佛在「L」的躯体里，一头野兽和一个巨人迎来了完全的重生。
被能量所撕裂，祂的胸膛充满了邪恶与正义的惊惧——
被黄金与始源之色彩所连系……洞烛如今蒙受其父「灵魂」的恩泽：
超越的、至高的，神降临了。
穿梭于大气与时间之中，咲弥疾驰于被神所扭曲的混沌空间。神在风暴中找到了她，二人开始在彼此的
进攻间撕裂现实。
引力分裂，大气消散：在黄金与光芒间，二人激烈交锋——咲弥瞄准神明的脖颈，而神明则瞄准咲弥
背后的鬼魂。
咲弥开始在进攻与格挡的间隙间盘算着如何制造新的规则，以及如何迷惑她的敌人。
炽热的火焰与宇宙的尘埃在大地间焚烧，一种奇异的色彩从中渗出，如同水一般翻涌。
她将这色彩划破，透过裂隙，她发现神的手正朝她脸上的花朵径直伸来。
然而，那只手突然颤抖了一下。二人之间的混乱在一瞬间平息了，那只手也随即消失不见。
神瑟缩了。
一个孩子的推搡打断了祂。
洞烛朝她身后的小小维塔伸出手去。
咲弥劈开她面前的大气，一道巨大的划痕再次将神明的手臂斩断。
凡人与神之间的空间开始向内弯曲，咲弥被猛地向前扯去。还没等她弄明白发生了什么，一只手便
掐住了她的脖子。指甲深深嵌入皮肤里——神的手臂已然恢复如初。
咲弥的视线自维塔瞪大的双眼转移到神冰冷的凝视上。
在那双眼之间，她看见了自己的倒影，以及神左手中高举着的、原属于自己的剑——
——剑朝下劈去。
她的呼唤失去了效果，但咲弥眼上的花朵忽然亮起。
光芒，闪烁着的、耀眼的光芒，令神明大吃一惊——维塔突然间挣脱了她的掌控，发出了凄厉的惨叫，
孩童稚嫩的面颊因惊惧而扭曲作一团。
剑并没有停止向下；毫不留情地，它在原来的主人身上创造了新的伤痕：
她的胸膛，以及她的心脏。
糟糕的、极度糟糕的声响传出，
极度糟糕的殷红色喷溅了一地，
一并夺去了咲弥脸上的血色。
The world fractures again. Saya looks upward, calling her reddened sword back to her hand from
God's body. White fire burns it clear, and she watches with caution.
There is a sound like a falling heavy chain onto metal ground. In spite of herself, Saya shivers. It's a
sound that she has heard and felt before. A knell, certain and powerful.
God takes a new shape, her eyes wrathful, and the girl of glass knows: that rage is not for the wound
that she dealt.
Something deeper, darker, has transpired.
With a feeling like this is the end...
Saya stoically lifts her blade.
There was a place, far away from here. Within it were a people who shaped the world around them.
The best of them were blessed by God: blessed to seek out new ways to manifest Him.
But even they were brought low by the Breath of God: by a monster stirring within that Breath.
By something ultimate, and beyond them all.
Now, a beast and giant flowing with nature and terror, space and shattered concepts...
Misshapen, it is almost born here again in the body of "L".
Splitting with energy, lungs full of daemonic and righteous horror—
Bound by gold and primordial color... Insight now finds herself blessed with her father's "soul":
God, and one with Power.
Tunneling through air and time, Saya hurtles herself through wicked and chaotic space warped by God.
God finds her in their storm, and the two begin dividing reality betwixt their blows.
Gravity splits, atmosphere disperses. In gold and light, the two come at each other—Saya aiming at
God's neck, and God aiming for a ghost at Saya's back.
Saya begins conceiving something: conceiving how to spin new rules, and how to confound her enemy.
Fires and cosmic dust burn across the ground, waving almost like water with a strange Color bleeding
off it all.
She slices the Color through, and through that cut she finds God reaching out for the flower in her skull.
The hand suddenly jerks. The chaos between them suddenly settles and there the hand vanishes.
God has simply flinched,
disrupted by the shove of a child.
Insight reaches now for Vita behind her.
Saya cleaves the air in front of herself, sending out a cut that severs God's arm again.
Space bends inward between herself and God, drawing Saya violently forward and before she can
comprehend why it's happened—a hand closes around her neck. Nails dig into her skin. God's arm has
already returned.
Saya looks from Vita's wide eyes to God's cold—staring back at her.
And now, she sees her own sword in God's left hand: raised—
—and, it plunges downward.
The blade does not answer. The flower at Saya's eye glows.
Light, shimmering, and to God's surprise: Vita suddenly far from her grasp, crying out and with a face
twisted in horror.
The blade continues down unabated through its new mark:
Saya—her chest and heart.
With a terrible sound—
With a terrible red splashing to the ground—
color at once begins to leave Saya's face.
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三人脚下的大地彻底垮塌。狂风将少女一把卷走。
巨石之后，神手中的剑从中滑落……
守护者颤抖着，她的目光和大地一并朝虚空坠去。
震耳欲聋的噪音淹没了她们。
咲弥用自己的躯体呼唤着自己的剑，剑终于听从了她的呼唤。
她虚弱得差点倒下。她将剑深深刺入地面，以此稳住自己。
她四周的声音逐渐减弱，她以为自己大限将至。
光芒和阴影在坍塌的混乱中胡乱投射着。
但她逐渐意识到，自己的意识依旧清晰。
……因此，声音减弱只能另有原因。
洞烛站在离她不远的地方，居高临下地俯视着她。
……咲弥强迫自己起身，再次拔出剑。
而洞烛只是平淡地说道：
“你没多少时间了。”
“足够了，”咲弥说道，“她会平安无事的。”
“你……”洞烛喃喃道，“你蒙受你神明的恩惠。
自你醒来的那一瞬间起，就没有一瞬间渴望过力量吗？”
咲弥没有立即回答……
她跌跪在地，剑深深插入地面，成为她唯一的支点。
嘶哑，微弱，她回答道：
“没错，我是个愚蠢的人。
和任何一个爱过别人的人没什么两样。
我已经相当长一段时间没有相信……会有一个更好的结局了。”
“但……还是告诉我你的名字吧。”咲弥恳求道。
“最后的遗言起码能对一个自己‘认识’的人说……我起码并没有尊严尽失。”
“……我叫拉可弥拉。”
“‘拉可弥拉’……”咲弥重复道。
大地震颤起来。
她的气息枯槁起来。
咲弥诉说着自己的心愿……
而两位神明默默聆听着。
“我们周围的废墟，是逃离的信号。
而那些萦绕不去的回忆，是需要坚守的瞬间。”
一个深沉的声音浮现，逐渐清晰可闻，
它猛然在附近转向……
……落在颤抖的维塔上方。
“我不会放弃这个地方，也不会放弃任何人，更不会放弃她。
即使所有的灯都已熄灭，我也不会。
我会牵起黑暗中的每一只手，带领她们去到新的大地上。”
“你可以记住我的话，也可以忘记它们……但无论付出怎样的代价，无论承受怎样的悲痛，
我希望她们都能过上更好的生活。”
咲弥说完，一股强大的力量瞬时倾泻而下，笼罩了维塔，令她感到一丝温暖和短暂的慰藉。
狂风骤起，刺眼的光芒让她无法直视，耳边传来一阵尖锐的铃声——
维塔撑起身子。
在世界剧烈的震颤和摇晃中，维塔默默流着泪……
在她上方，碎片与风开始融合，光芒缓缓地从漩涡之中泻出。
而孩童仍只是静静地看着……
她的发丝在脸庞周围飘荡，她目睹着某种东西逐渐成形。
她的心脏在胸腔内剧烈地跳动着。
光芒与现实的织锦在她头顶向内折叠。她又听见了那个声音——
她鼓起勇气，遵从它的指示，
伸出双手举过头顶，抓住了那个东西。
她神情严肃，手指合拢，握住了那个东西——
指尖传来圆润形状的触感，
咲弥的声音随即在不远处传来，透过周遭的一切传导至她的耳中。
“或许这很自私……
但至少，我希望她能找到比这里更好的地方。”
洞烛站在咲弥面前，想张口说些什么。然而，神被从天而降的一个小女孩打断了节奏。
她的掌控暂时失效，声音再次充斥着周围的一切。
回忆顷刻间充斥了她的视野。
洞烛一动不动，心跳声鼓动着她的耳膜。她逐渐回想起来。
维塔奔向咲弥，一把跪倒在她身旁。
她一只手死死攥着咲弥的衣角，
另一只手散发着灿烂的光芒。
“咲弥姐姐！”维塔惊声喊道，“你刚才都做了什么！？为什么你——”
“嘘，乖，”咲弥细声安慰道，伸出一只手来捧住孩童满是泪痕的脸颊。
她轻柔地将其托起，嘴角撑起一个上扬的弧度：“你看起来真傻。”
——突然间，大地再度崩裂开来，疾风从中涌出。
而现在，知道自己即将死去，
知道自己再也无法看见这张脸，
咲弥的笑容消失了。
守护者终于露出了痛苦的神情，泪水夺眶而出。
“求求你……别这样……！”维塔哀求道。
“千万不要啊……”
迅速地，咲弥用自己虚弱的双臂紧紧环抱住维塔，尽可能延长这一刻。
咲弥的声音颤抖着，她告诉小女孩：
“不要向任何人暴露你的弱点，但也不要惧怕任何东西。”
“不要！！”
维塔失声尖叫道，双臂搂得更紧了。
“别忘记了，你可是很厉害的。
如果迷路了的话，就抬头看看天空，浩瀚无垠的星辰里永远有你的一席之地。”
“咲弥姐姐……！”
“别忘记我对你的爱。”说完，咲弥轻轻将维塔推开。
笑容再度回到她脸上，咲弥再度捧起孩童的脸。
“我永远相信你。”
维塔脸色苍白。一阵震颤袭来，二人摇晃起来；
维塔向后倒去，咲弥则跌倒在地。
上方，玻璃碎片如暴风雨般倾泻而下。
光芒与碎片如洪流般自Arcaea倾泻而下。
它旋转、旋转，而后突然转向，将拉可弥拉卷入其中。
她被推开，远离了两人。而她沉默不语，任由这一切发生。
维塔挣扎着，
鼓起勇气冲上前去，握住咲弥的手。
咲弥伸出手臂——任由孩童牵着她。
她握住女孩的手，脸上依然带着微笑，而大地却越陷越深。
二人之间的光芒将她们紧密相连，将世界维系在一起。
她们都在祈求这一刻永不消逝。
……但Arcaea的光芒正在消逝。
The floor between all three breaks utterly. A gust sweeps the young girl away;
behind great stones. The blade hilt drops from the hand of a god...
And the guardian shudders as her gaze, and the earth, begin to fall toward the Void.
Utter cacophony bombards them.
Saya calls her blade from her body, and it now listens.
Weak, she nearly falls. She thrusts the sword down to the earth to stay.
The sound begins to dull around her. She assumes this to be death.
Light and shadow are being cast everywhere
in the tumult of the collapsing place.
But she realizes: she has kept her cognizance.
The sound has dulled for another reason...
Insight stands a ways from her, gazing down on the guardian.
...Saya forces herself to stand, drawing the sword up again.
Insight merely tells her,
"There's little time left for you."
"Enough, surely," Saya replies, "to keep that child safe, then."
"You..." Insight mutters. "You had your god's favor.
Have you not wished for power since you first woke up?"
Saya doesn't promptly answer...
She falls, dropping to the sword, and is kept half-standing by its guard.
There, voice hoarse, she replies.
"True, I am the fool.
No different from any person who's loved another.
And I haven't believed in a better ending...for quite some time."
"But...give me your name," Saya bids.
"Last words to someone that I 'know'; at least dignify me that."
"...I am Lacrymira."
"Lacrymira..." Saya repeats. The earth quakes.
Her breath haggard, she tells the god: "I have only ever had one wish.
I wished for a new land."
And as Saya speaks...
two gods listen.
"That what ruins surrounded us all,
were signs of what to run from. And those memories surrounding:
examples to uphold."
A deep thing comes up to better hear,
and it comes to turn strongly nearby...
...above a shaken Vita.
"I will not give up on here, or anyone, and never her.
Not even with all lights dead.
I would take hands in the dark, and help them to a new land."
"You may take my words, may forget them perhaps...
But no matter the cost. No matter the grief.
I want something better for all of them."
At these words, power suddenly bursts down over Vita. She feels a warmth and brief comfort.
With the winds growing too bright to watch, and a ringing sound piercing her ears—
Vita lifts her body up.
Through the shaking and jolting of the world, Vita begins to cry...
Above her, glass and wind begin to coalesce, and light flows slowly out the spiral.
The child watches, still...
as her hair dashes around her face. She watches something take form,
and her heart pounds fiercely through her chest.
Light and reality's fabric both fold inward above her. She hears a voice again—
and with strength, she stands at its bidding
reaching up over her hand, and taking hold of what is there.
She makes her face firm
as her fingers clasp around it: a round kind of shape and then—
Saya's words nearby begin to reach her ears through everything.
"And it may be selfish...
But, at least, I want her to find a better place than this."
Before Saya, Insight makes to answer, but she falters at the sight of a child
leaping down to the earth before her. Her control escapes
and sound rushes back in.
Memory fills her sight for an instant.
Remembering, Insight remains still; heart beating.
Vita runs to Saya, falls to her.
She grips at the woman's clothes with one hand
as a light shines vibrantly in her other.
"Saya!" Vita screams. "What were you doing!? Why did you—!?"
"Wait," Saya bids, and she lifts a hand to Vita's crying face.
She holds it steady, and with a smile she tells her: "You look like an idiot."
—Suddenly, the earth breaks again, and winds rush out.
And now, knowing she will die,
knowing that she will not see this face again,
Saya's smile falls away.
A grimace meets the grown woman's face,
and tears fast begin to fall.
"Please don't...!" Vita pleads with her.
"You absolutely can't...!"
Swiftly, Saya brings her arms tight—as tight as she is able around Vita.
As her voice shakes, Saya tells her charge:
"Don't show your back to anything.
Don't fear anything."
"No!"
Shouting, Vita holds her much more tightly.
"Don't forget that you're capable.
If you're ever lost, look to the sky and find yourself again."
"Saya...!"
"Don't forget that I loved you." Saying this, Saya gently moves Vita back,
making herself smile, and holding the child's face again.
"You are what I believe in."
Vita's face goes pale. A tremor shakes the two and Vita tumbles back.
Saya drops to the ground.
Above, glass hurries downward as a storm.
The torrent of light and shards falls from Arcaea.
Turns, turns, and catches Lacrymira in a sudden bend.
Pushed, she is dashed away from the two. Silent, she allows it.
And Vita struggles.
She finds the strength to rush forth and reach for Saya's hand.
Saya holds her arm out—allowing it. She grasps the child's hand
and continues to smile as the earth falls more and more.
The light between them holds them together, holds the world together
and begs for the moment to be unending.
...But, Arcaea's light wanes.
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一切都如此突然、如此迅速地消逝了。
“又是这样”，她脑海里只有这一个念头。
“又是这样，又是这样，又是这样——”拉可弥拉沉默地站在正塌陷的Arcaea大地上。
维塔消逝了。
她对一切都反应太慢，没有看清孩子手中握着的东西。
对这些阴谋诡计太过无动于衷……
对另一位神明的无常太过大惊小怪。
当然，主要还是自己太过渺小无能。
她来到已经静止不动的咲弥跟前。
她周围的血迹已经被焚烧干净。
洞烛抬起手，触碰那具躯壳。
……躯壳并不回应她的呼唤：空壳内本就空无一物。
“呵。”她发出了一声毫无笑意的轻笑。
“呵……呵呵呵呵呵……”接着，笑意开始逐渐显现。
她转过身，从定格在微笑的咲弥跟前走开，一屁股跌坐在隆起的尘土上。
“哈哈……哈哈哈……”
她干笑着，一只手捂住自己的脸。
“啊哈……啊哈哈哈哈！
什么狗屁……
好笑吗？这好笑吗？哈哈哈哈！！”
……
无可救药。
……
或许有一天，那里会萌生出新的枝桠，灰烬之中会长出新的幼小生命。
或许它有一天会成长为宏大壮观、高耸入云的巨物。
但如今，这里只剩下一位死去的少女和那位饱受折磨的神明。
任何愿望都无法将这条逝去的生命带回世间。
那生命被她召唤而来的利刃吞噬。如今，利刃也已消散，化为尘埃。
呵。这便是尘世间饱受世人钟爱的，毒辣的讽刺。
黑暗总是寂静的。
她的笑声逐渐平息。
……Arcaea的永恒之日就要终结了。
Everything slipped away so suddenly and quickly.
"Again", is all that she can think.
"Again, again, again—" as Lacrymira stands on the silent and now-gently falling earth of Arcaea.
Vita fell away.
Too stopped, she didn't see what was held in the child's grasp.
Too stilled by the machinations...
Too stunned by the whims of another god.
And, too humbled.
She makes her way to Saya's quiet form.
The blood that had surrounded her has burned away.
Insight lifts her hand to the form.
...But it does not listen to her, and no spirit is there.
"Hm." She chuckles without humor.
"Hm...Hmhmhm..." ...and there, with.
She turns from Saya's smiling body, and drops herself against risen earth.
"Haha... Ahahaha..."
She dryly laughs. She puts a hand to her face.
"Ahh... Ahahahaha... Haha!
What nonsense...
This isn't funny at all, haha!!"
...
Hopeless.
...
Perhaps a branch will be born there. A small thing come up from embers
that might one day become something grand and sky-scraping.
But now there's only a dead girl and that tormented God
and no wishes will be heard to bring that life back.
That life was swallowed up by the very blade it had called here. And now, that blade is crumbling to dust.
Hmph. It's poison irony that this world loved very much.
It's quiet here in the dark.
Her laughter subsides.
...Arcaea's eternal day will soon be coming to an end.