故事模式剧情详表/彩梦
11-1
解锁条件：通过Oblivia
她在齿间感受到平坦而又坚硬的表面，那种感觉对味且舒心。
尖锐而带锯齿状的边角逗弄着她的舌尖。
这是一份关于失去、绝望、失败而最终只剩下痛苦的记忆。但这些并不是她所会使用的词语……
如果要她来说的话，她会把这样的一份记忆形容成“悲伤”。怀着悸动的心，她的嘴角不禁上扬
雀跃的情绪表露无遗。
她已经可以预见这份记忆会有多么地可口。
接着，她大口咬下吞没了那片玻璃。
“唔……”一只白黑相间（还有橘色和绿色）、长得像蝙蝠的生物在她的右手边这样说道：
“嗯，应该没关系。”
这位是凡斯。
“你肚子饿了吗？”一只黑白相间（还有绿色和橘色）、长得像蝙蝠的生物在她的左手边这样说道：
“饿的时候要记得跟我们说一声唷！”
这位是德莱姆。
“嗯！”她脸上洋溢着笑靥闷哼着，双手抱着脸颊。记忆的玻璃在她的牙齿之间碎裂开来，
碎片和粉尘包覆了她的舌头，这股感觉好温暖。尝起来像是一道精致的晚餐，感觉是肉，
带点顺口且沾了些盐的酱汁调味。
但是她再次词穷，找不到适当的词汇来描述这样的感觉。一滴滴口水从她的嘴角倾泻而下，
她唯一脱口而出用来形容这种味觉的词语，就只有“好吃！”。
“那样很好啊，彩梦！”凡斯惊呼道，并且兴奋地拍动翅膀。
“好好吃！”她先这么说道，然后才把剩下的玻璃碎片吞进肚里。
德莱姆拍动翅膀飘浮在她身后，满脸好奇的样子。“‘好吃’是吗。”它重复对方所说的话。
“彩梦，所谓的‘好吃’是怎样呢？”
“就好像……牛排！”说完，她便只身向前，她的“蝙蝠”伙伴则是紧跟在后。
“牛排吃起来是什么味道？”
“噢，德莱姆……”她叹气道，语调仿佛像是在跟迷路的小孩说话一样。“你怎么这么笨啊！”
“我就是不知道牛排尝起来是什么味道嘛！”德莱姆坚定地说道。“味道如何？”它问道。
“跟肉一样！”她说道，随即便发现身旁的异状，她从空中取了一片闪闪发光的玻璃放到手中。
“这么说，是咸的咯？”德莱姆问道。
“而且很好吃！”她提醒对方，并把这片新的玻璃直往嘴间送。这是一份关于庆祝
成就、新生命和欢笑的记忆，如果以她的话来说，这份记忆名为“快乐”。
凡斯说道：“是啊！吃了咸的食物之后，要吃点甜食，这可是基本常识哦！”
“你看吧，凡斯比你聪明多了，德莱姆。”她嗤之以鼻地说道。
“我正想要这么说呢。”德莱姆说道。“我当然知道，我本来就要这么说。”
她吸吮着这份新的玻璃，只是心不在焉地随便回了一句“嗯哼”，接着便挥舞着手臂哼唱起来。
这片玻璃的味道和触觉都像是糖。
她们眼前是一望无际、向前延伸的白色世界。她们身后的土地，则是布满着废墟。不论是身前还是身后，
都是一样的——
不论所到何处，四周都有玻璃碎片。
无论何处都是现成的大餐。
她用臼齿将记忆的碎片咬成两半，这个记忆的历史就这样随风飘散。
这个世界充满着食物，而且她从苏醒以来，就没有任何一刻不觉得饿的。
Between her teeth, the flat, hard surfaces feel—they FEEL right, and comfortable.
The sharp and jagged edge tickles her tongue.
A memory of loss: of desperation, failure, and ultimately anguish. These aren't the words she'd use...
She would describe this memory as "sad", herself. In anticipation, her lips tug upward with
a giddiness she cannot hide.
She already knows—this will be savory.
Now, she bites into the glass.
"Ahh," utters the white and black (and orange, and green), bat-like creature at her right.
"Well, that's fine."
This is Fans.
"Were you hungry?" asks the black and white (and green, and orange), bat-like creature at her left.
"Tell us when you are!"
This is Drem.
"Mmm!" she moans with glee, holding her cheek. The glass has broken between her teeth. The shards
and dust coat her tongue. It feels warm. It tastes like a fine dinner: like meat, with flowing, salt-kissed
juices.
But her vocabulary is, again, somewhat limited. All she has to say to describe the taste, as a bit
of saliva drops from the corner of her mouth, is "Delicious!"
"That's great, Ayu!" Fans exclaims, flapping its wings excitedly.
"It's yummy!" she declares before swallowing the remaining fragments.
Drem hovers behind her with some curiosity. "Huh, 'yummy'." It repeats. "What sort of 'yummy', Ayu?"
"Like... steak!" With this stated, she begins to march forward, and her "bat" familiars follow.
"What does steak taste like?"
"Oh, Drem..." she sighs, with the same intonation that she might use for a lost child. "You're so dumb!"
"I just don't know what steak tastes like," Drem asserts. "Like what?" it asks.
"Like meat!" she declares, and—spotting something unusual—she plucks a shining piece of glass
from the air.
"So, salty?" asks Drem.
"And yummy!" she reminds it, popping the new glass between her lips. It is a memory of celebration:
accomplishment, new life, and mirth. She would call it "happy".
And Fans announces, "Yeah! Having something sweet after something salty is common sense!"
"See? Fans is smarter than you, Drem," she says, laughing once through her nose.
"I was going to say that," says Drem. "I knew that, and I was going to say it."
Sucking on her new glass, she absently answers "Uh-huh" and begins to hum, swinging her arms to
her chosen time. The glass tastes and feels like sugar.
A world of white stretches out before them. Behind them, the land is filled with ruins. Before and
behind are the same—
And everywhere, there is glass.
Everywhere, a waiting meal.
She splits the memory apart with her molars. Its history dies.
The world is full of food, and ever since she awakened, she has been ceaselessly hungry.
解锁条件：通过Oblivia
她在齿间感受到平坦而又坚硬的表面，那种感觉对味且舒心。
尖锐而带锯齿状的边角逗弄着她的舌尖。
这是一份关于失去、绝望、失败而最终只剩下痛苦的记忆。但这些并不是她所会使用的词语……
如果要她来说的话，她会把这样的一份记忆形容成“悲伤”。怀着悸动的心，她的嘴角不禁上扬
雀跃的情绪表露无遗。
她已经可以预见这份记忆会有多么地可口。
接着，她大口咬下吞没了那片玻璃。
“唔……”一只白黑相间（还有橘色和绿色）、长得像蝙蝠的生物在她的右手边这样说道：
“嗯，应该没关系。”
这位是凡斯。
“你肚子饿了吗？”一只黑白相间（还有绿色和橘色）、长得像蝙蝠的生物在她的左手边这样说道：
“饿的时候要记得跟我们说一声唷！”
这位是德莱姆。
“嗯！”她脸上洋溢着笑靥闷哼着，双手抱着脸颊。记忆的玻璃在她的牙齿之间碎裂开来，
碎片和粉尘包覆了她的舌头，这股感觉好温暖。尝起来像是一道精致的晚餐，感觉是肉，
带点顺口且沾了些盐的酱汁调味。
但是她再次词穷，找不到适当的词汇来描述这样的感觉。一滴滴口水从她的嘴角倾泻而下，
她唯一脱口而出用来形容这种味觉的词语，就只有“好吃！”。
“那样很好啊，彩梦！”凡斯惊呼道，并且兴奋地拍动翅膀。
“好好吃！”她先这么说道，然后才把剩下的玻璃碎片吞进肚里。
德莱姆拍动翅膀飘浮在她身后，满脸好奇的样子。“‘好吃’是吗。”它重复对方所说的话。
“彩梦，所谓的‘好吃’是怎样呢？”
“就好像……牛排！”说完，她便只身向前，她的“蝙蝠”伙伴则是紧跟在后。
“牛排吃起来是什么味道？”
“噢，德莱姆……”她叹气道，语调仿佛像是在跟迷路的小孩说话一样。“你怎么这么笨啊！”
“我就是不知道牛排尝起来是什么味道嘛！”德莱姆坚定地说道。“味道如何？”它问道。
“跟肉一样！”她说道，随即便发现身旁的异状，她从空中取了一片闪闪发光的玻璃放到手中。
“这么说，是咸的咯？”德莱姆问道。
“而且很好吃！”她提醒对方，并把这片新的玻璃直往嘴间送。这是一份关于庆祝
成就、新生命和欢笑的记忆，如果以她的话来说，这份记忆名为“快乐”。
凡斯说道：“是啊！吃了咸的食物之后，要吃点甜食，这可是基本常识哦！”
“你看吧，凡斯比你聪明多了，德莱姆。”她嗤之以鼻地说道。
“我正想要这么说呢。”德莱姆说道。“我当然知道，我本来就要这么说。”
她吸吮着这份新的玻璃，只是心不在焉地随便回了一句“嗯哼”，接着便挥舞着手臂哼唱起来。
这片玻璃的味道和触觉都像是糖。
她们眼前是一望无际、向前延伸的白色世界。她们身后的土地，则是布满着废墟。不论是身前还是身后，
都是一样的——
不论所到何处，四周都有玻璃碎片。
无论何处都是现成的大餐。
她用臼齿将记忆的碎片咬成两半，这个记忆的历史就这样随风飘散。
这个世界充满着食物，而且她从苏醒以来，就没有任何一刻不觉得饿的。
Between her teeth, the flat, hard surfaces feel—they FEEL right, and comfortable.
The sharp and jagged edge tickles her tongue.
A memory of loss: of desperation, failure, and ultimately anguish. These aren't the words she'd use...
She would describe this memory as "sad", herself. In anticipation, her lips tug upward with
a giddiness she cannot hide.
She already knows—this will be savory.
Now, she bites into the glass.
"Ahh," utters the white and black (and orange, and green), bat-like creature at her right.
"Well, that's fine."
This is Fans.
"Were you hungry?" asks the black and white (and green, and orange), bat-like creature at her left.
"Tell us when you are!"
This is Drem.
"Mmm!" she moans with glee, holding her cheek. The glass has broken between her teeth. The shards
and dust coat her tongue. It feels warm. It tastes like a fine dinner: like meat, with flowing, salt-kissed
juices.
But her vocabulary is, again, somewhat limited. All she has to say to describe the taste, as a bit
of saliva drops from the corner of her mouth, is "Delicious!"
"That's great, Ayu!" Fans exclaims, flapping its wings excitedly.
"It's yummy!" she declares before swallowing the remaining fragments.
Drem hovers behind her with some curiosity. "Huh, 'yummy'." It repeats. "What sort of 'yummy', Ayu?"
"Like... steak!" With this stated, she begins to march forward, and her "bat" familiars follow.
"What does steak taste like?"
"Oh, Drem..." she sighs, with the same intonation that she might use for a lost child. "You're so dumb!"
"I just don't know what steak tastes like," Drem asserts. "Like what?" it asks.
"Like meat!" she declares, and—spotting something unusual—she plucks a shining piece of glass
from the air.
"So, salty?" asks Drem.
"And yummy!" she reminds it, popping the new glass between her lips. It is a memory of celebration:
accomplishment, new life, and mirth. She would call it "happy".
And Fans announces, "Yeah! Having something sweet after something salty is common sense!"
"See? Fans is smarter than you, Drem," she says, laughing once through her nose.
"I was going to say that," says Drem. "I knew that, and I was going to say it."
Sucking on her new glass, she absently answers "Uh-huh" and begins to hum, swinging her arms to
her chosen time. The glass tastes and feels like sugar.
A world of white stretches out before them. Behind them, the land is filled with ruins. Before and
behind are the same—
And everywhere, there is glass.
Everywhere, a waiting meal.
She splits the memory apart with her molars. Its history dies.
The world is full of food, and ever since she awakened, she has been ceaselessly hungry.
11-2
解锁条件：通过Rugie
她们永远都不会累，她不会，那两只蝙蝠也不会。
德莱姆坐在她头上，两边的翅膀开始拍打她的脸庞。凡斯飞翔在高空，大喊有一大群——
“一大群……白色的东西！”她的伙伴大喊。“彩梦，是白色的玻璃！”
“甜食吗？”彩梦不顾眼前不断拍动的翅膀问道。就在她的嘴巴和鼻子还在因为咀嚼的动作而上下起伏时，
第二只蝙蝠说道：
“往右边走，快！”
凡斯附和道：“没错！往右！”
“有更多的甜食吗？”彩梦再次问道。“更多的甜食……”她发出呻吟，双肩下垂。
翅膀还在轻轻拍打着她的前额。“各位，你们明明就知道我比较喜欢……你知道的……喜欢多一
点食物种类……”
“根本不是那样的，好吗？”凡斯这样告诉她。
而她则问道：“‘什么’不是怎样？”
德莱姆此时终于从她头上飞开。
“彩梦。”它呼唤对方，双翼不再往她脸上拍打，而是在她的面前拍动。“你不是很饿吗？”
“我哪次不饿。”她回应道。她翻了个白眼接着说道：“来吧，德莱姆。”
“那样的话，你还是吃份大餐比较好哦！”德莱姆大喊，激动地拍动着它的翅膀。她认得那股动能，
双脚缓步向前、眼神开始游移。“那里有好多的玻——……如果吃——……更好的……
那真是……还有……”
她在两旁风格迥异的建筑之间的道路上看见满满的玻璃碎片。她一眼就能看出，
那些记忆里面有着快乐和痛苦在等着她。她瞥了德莱姆一眼，接着便动身往那条道路慢慢晃了过去。
“嗯哼？”她在听见其中那只比较烦人的蝙蝠尾音上扬的问句后，这样回覆道。
“没错！”它大叫道。“那么——”
她继续往前走，很快就来到刚才看到的那条道路，奇怪的玻璃碎片飘浮在头顶上方的空中。
她从玻璃的倒影中看见了过去的景象，她的肚子发出咕噜咕噜的叫声。
接着，她又伸手去抓了另一片不同的玻璃碎片。
一只手握住光明，另一只手掌握着纷争，彩梦将两块玻璃碎片同时往嘴里送……然后大口咬下。
混合在一起的味道立刻就让她着了迷。
“啊……你又来了。”德莱姆叹气道，它这才发现原来对方早就没在搭理它了。
“不对、不对，这样不对。”她的蝙蝠凡斯哀叹道。“有问题的并不是这个地方，而是……
我们刚才提到的那一团混乱……！唉……”它叹口气，心想算了。接着，它承认道：
“至少她看起来很开心。”
“嗯。”德莱姆停顿了一下才又接续着说道：“你说得对，至少她看起来很开心。”
确实如此，这两种味道混合在一起实在美味至极。毕竟鲜少有机会看到这两种玻璃碎片同时出现，
所以她每次都会想要多把握这种机会。此地乃一宝库也，她笑得合不拢嘴。
但是下次，她的这两只蝙蝠还会再提醒她。而且下次，她会懂得听对方的劝告。
就好比玻璃碎片在齿间滑动的感觉，她发现这两只蝙蝠所说的话偶尔也是“正确”的，
而这样的正确感令她感到满足。她受到满足感所驱使，并且会为了获得满足感而采取行动。
这样的存在朴实无华，但存在是否还需要更多的理由呢？
如果说倾听他人的意见与想法能够让她感到满足的话……
又或者说如果寂静与沉默也能偶尔令她感到畅快的话……
如果是这样，那么她愿意在短暂的片刻中张大耳朵、用舌尖仔细品味。
They never tire: not her, nor her bats.
Drem sits on her head and beats its wings into her face. Fans is flying high,
and shouting about crowds—
"Crowds of... white!" the familiar cries. "White glass, Ayu!"
"Sweets?" Ayu asks through the still-beating wings. As it continues to thump
her mouth and nose, her second bat enunciates:
"Go. To. The. Right!"
Fans adds, "Yeah! The right!"
"More sweets?" Ayu asks once more. "More sweets..." she groans as her shoulders sink.
Wings continue to strike her forehead softly. "You already know I like it more with some, y'know...
That I like VARIETY more, guys..."
"That's not how it works," Fans tells her.
And she asks, "It's not how 'what' works?"
Finally, Drem lifts from her head.
"Ayu," it addresses her, flapping now in front of her face rather than into it, "aren't you hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," she replies. And, she rolls her eyes, saying, "Come on, Drem."
"Then it's better if you have a big meal!" Drem cries, beating its wings enthusiastically. She recognizes
the motions, slouches slowly, and her gaze begins to drift. "There's a lot of gla—... if you ea—...
Have a better... That's... And..."
She spots a menagerie of shards on a path between two houses from two cultures. She can tell at a
glance that memories of pleasures and memories of pains await her there. She glances at Drem,
then starts wandering toward the path.
"Mm-hmm?" she replies, hearing the upward inflection of a question from her more pestering bat.
"That's right!" it shouts. "So—"
She continues to walk, and soon finds herself along the path proper, queer glass floating overhead.
She sees old days in the reflections. Her stomach growls.
And she grabs an opposing pair.
With light in one hand, and conflict in the other, Ayu brings both pieces of glass toward her mouth...
and chomps down.
The mixture is at once a delight.
"Aaah... there you go again," Drem sighs, finally realizing that it has lost her attention.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," bemoans her bat Fans. "It's not HERE that's a problem, it's the...
The big mess we were telling you to...! Hahhh..." It sighs. It relents. And, it admits:
"At least she looks happy."
"Well," Drem begins, pausing a little while before it says, "yes. At least she looks happy."
It is only the truth: these are two tastes that taste great together. It is a rare thing to find them side by
side, and so she always feels coaxed by the opportunity. What this is is a treasure trove. Now, her
smile is interminable.
But after, her bats will beckon her again. Next time, she will listen. Like glass between her teeth, she
finds that hearing them, sometimes, feels altogether "correct". And that correctness is satisfying. She
is driven by satisfaction—she acts to the end of satiation. It is a simple existence, but does existence
need to be anything more?
Ultimately, if listening might let her be sated...
And if silence will sate her too, now and then...
Then her ears will be open, and her tongue will, for a time, be still.
解锁条件：通过Rugie
她们永远都不会累，她不会，那两只蝙蝠也不会。
德莱姆坐在她头上，两边的翅膀开始拍打她的脸庞。凡斯飞翔在高空，大喊有一大群——
“一大群……白色的东西！”她的伙伴大喊。“彩梦，是白色的玻璃！”
“甜食吗？”彩梦不顾眼前不断拍动的翅膀问道。就在她的嘴巴和鼻子还在因为咀嚼的动作而上下起伏时，
第二只蝙蝠说道：
“往右边走，快！”
凡斯附和道：“没错！往右！”
“有更多的甜食吗？”彩梦再次问道。“更多的甜食……”她发出呻吟，双肩下垂。
翅膀还在轻轻拍打着她的前额。“各位，你们明明就知道我比较喜欢……你知道的……喜欢多一
点食物种类……”
“根本不是那样的，好吗？”凡斯这样告诉她。
而她则问道：“‘什么’不是怎样？”
德莱姆此时终于从她头上飞开。
“彩梦。”它呼唤对方，双翼不再往她脸上拍打，而是在她的面前拍动。“你不是很饿吗？”
“我哪次不饿。”她回应道。她翻了个白眼接着说道：“来吧，德莱姆。”
“那样的话，你还是吃份大餐比较好哦！”德莱姆大喊，激动地拍动着它的翅膀。她认得那股动能，
双脚缓步向前、眼神开始游移。“那里有好多的玻——……如果吃——……更好的……
那真是……还有……”
她在两旁风格迥异的建筑之间的道路上看见满满的玻璃碎片。她一眼就能看出，
那些记忆里面有着快乐和痛苦在等着她。她瞥了德莱姆一眼，接着便动身往那条道路慢慢晃了过去。
“嗯哼？”她在听见其中那只比较烦人的蝙蝠尾音上扬的问句后，这样回覆道。
“没错！”它大叫道。“那么——”
她继续往前走，很快就来到刚才看到的那条道路，奇怪的玻璃碎片飘浮在头顶上方的空中。
她从玻璃的倒影中看见了过去的景象，她的肚子发出咕噜咕噜的叫声。
接着，她又伸手去抓了另一片不同的玻璃碎片。
一只手握住光明，另一只手掌握着纷争，彩梦将两块玻璃碎片同时往嘴里送……然后大口咬下。
混合在一起的味道立刻就让她着了迷。
“啊……你又来了。”德莱姆叹气道，它这才发现原来对方早就没在搭理它了。
“不对、不对，这样不对。”她的蝙蝠凡斯哀叹道。“有问题的并不是这个地方，而是……
我们刚才提到的那一团混乱……！唉……”它叹口气，心想算了。接着，它承认道：
“至少她看起来很开心。”
“嗯。”德莱姆停顿了一下才又接续着说道：“你说得对，至少她看起来很开心。”
确实如此，这两种味道混合在一起实在美味至极。毕竟鲜少有机会看到这两种玻璃碎片同时出现，
所以她每次都会想要多把握这种机会。此地乃一宝库也，她笑得合不拢嘴。
但是下次，她的这两只蝙蝠还会再提醒她。而且下次，她会懂得听对方的劝告。
就好比玻璃碎片在齿间滑动的感觉，她发现这两只蝙蝠所说的话偶尔也是“正确”的，
而这样的正确感令她感到满足。她受到满足感所驱使，并且会为了获得满足感而采取行动。
这样的存在朴实无华，但存在是否还需要更多的理由呢？
如果说倾听他人的意见与想法能够让她感到满足的话……
又或者说如果寂静与沉默也能偶尔令她感到畅快的话……
如果是这样，那么她愿意在短暂的片刻中张大耳朵、用舌尖仔细品味。
They never tire: not her, nor her bats.
Drem sits on her head and beats its wings into her face. Fans is flying high,
and shouting about crowds—
"Crowds of... white!" the familiar cries. "White glass, Ayu!"
"Sweets?" Ayu asks through the still-beating wings. As it continues to thump
her mouth and nose, her second bat enunciates:
"Go. To. The. Right!"
Fans adds, "Yeah! The right!"
"More sweets?" Ayu asks once more. "More sweets..." she groans as her shoulders sink.
Wings continue to strike her forehead softly. "You already know I like it more with some, y'know...
That I like VARIETY more, guys..."
"That's not how it works," Fans tells her.
And she asks, "It's not how 'what' works?"
Finally, Drem lifts from her head.
"Ayu," it addresses her, flapping now in front of her face rather than into it, "aren't you hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," she replies. And, she rolls her eyes, saying, "Come on, Drem."
"Then it's better if you have a big meal!" Drem cries, beating its wings enthusiastically. She recognizes
the motions, slouches slowly, and her gaze begins to drift. "There's a lot of gla—... if you ea—...
Have a better... That's... And..."
She spots a menagerie of shards on a path between two houses from two cultures. She can tell at a
glance that memories of pleasures and memories of pains await her there. She glances at Drem,
then starts wandering toward the path.
"Mm-hmm?" she replies, hearing the upward inflection of a question from her more pestering bat.
"That's right!" it shouts. "So—"
She continues to walk, and soon finds herself along the path proper, queer glass floating overhead.
She sees old days in the reflections. Her stomach growls.
And she grabs an opposing pair.
With light in one hand, and conflict in the other, Ayu brings both pieces of glass toward her mouth...
and chomps down.
The mixture is at once a delight.
"Aaah... there you go again," Drem sighs, finally realizing that it has lost her attention.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," bemoans her bat Fans. "It's not HERE that's a problem, it's the...
The big mess we were telling you to...! Hahhh..." It sighs. It relents. And, it admits:
"At least she looks happy."
"Well," Drem begins, pausing a little while before it says, "yes. At least she looks happy."
It is only the truth: these are two tastes that taste great together. It is a rare thing to find them side by
side, and so she always feels coaxed by the opportunity. What this is is a treasure trove. Now, her
smile is interminable.
But after, her bats will beckon her again. Next time, she will listen. Like glass between her teeth, she
finds that hearing them, sometimes, feels altogether "correct". And that correctness is satisfying. She
is driven by satisfaction—she acts to the end of satiation. It is a simple existence, but does existence
need to be anything more?
Ultimately, if listening might let her be sated...
And if silence will sate her too, now and then...
Then her ears will be open, and her tongue will, for a time, be still.
11-3
解锁条件：通过init()
充满甜味的大量玻璃碎片从视野中消失，但她们很快就又找到了一大片乌漆墨黑、看似相当美味的碎片。
彩梦、凡斯和德莱姆站在一处破碎的平面，用觊觎的眼神看着下方那一团黑色玻璃，这些碎片不断旋转、
搅动并抹灭光线。玻璃碎片彼此碰撞摩擦，发出的声响令人联想到悲鸣与哀号。
有关终结和殒落的记忆被囚禁着，似乎正在发出痛苦的哭喊。彩梦看着这一幕，内心充满好奇的想法。
这个世界感觉好奇怪。
“彩梦。”德莱姆说道，这使她短暂将视线从这团玻璃身上移开。“飞进去吧。”这只蝙蝠鼓励她这么做。
她回答道：“好啊。”接着便从脚下的平台一跃而下。
她伸展双手，下落的速度瞬间趋缓。她不断碰撞到围绕在身旁的玻璃，虽然这些碎片不请自来，
但她也并不排斥。她向前伸出自己的手，这股由碎片所形成的漩涡戛然而止。她呼唤玻璃来到自己的手中。
接着，她便开始进食。
“彩梦，很好。”
“彩梦，很棒！”
她露出笑容。她皱起眉头。
确实，她内心的饥饿感从未消散。
不论是玻璃、碎片还是粉尘，在她大口咬下的那个瞬间似乎都会消散无踪。
也正因为如此，她才会如此重视味觉这件事。她在大口咬碎玻璃时，
味觉几乎是她所获得的唯一回应。老实说，她常常感到自己的肚腹只是一个虚无的空间，
而她则必须不断去填补那个无底洞。
为求拥有感觉，为求体验疼痛。当然，也为了满足她那嗷嗷待哺的舌尖。她大口咀嚼、大快朵颐，
亮光逐渐重返她周遭的世界。
她内心里的好奇消失了，这个世界所带来的那股奇怪的感觉也随之散去。没过多久，
碎片的漩涡便消失无踪，她的舌尖空舔着自己的牙齿。
心满意足。
她露出一抹灿烂的笑容。
“好棒！”她大叫道。
“对啊！”凡斯同意道。
“看起来很美味。”德莱姆也表示认同。
她并不讨厌自己的这两只蝙蝠，她内心里知道，对方只是想要逗她笑。
它们也知道她总是有着强烈的饥饿感。
她降落到地面上，开开心心地向前走。她们聊到了颜色、聊到了飞行和食物。
这就是她们所在的世界，而这也正是她们之所以出现在这里的原因。
“那是什么？”德莱姆突然说道。
“噢……是什么呢？”凡斯跟着说道，并跟随它伙伴的目光看去。
彩梦抬起头来，把目光移向天空。
在她的头顶上，有一块玻璃碎片形单影只的飘浮在空中，一动也不动。它使周遭的空气发生改变，
从那块碎片所倒映出的影像当中看不出任何端倪。
“彩梦，快去吃它。”凡斯说道。
“快去吃吧。”德莱姆说道。
彩梦丝毫没有犹豫，只是很坚定、很开心地点点头。她和她的两只蝙蝠一起向上空飞去。
挂着一抹笑容的她面对着这块怪异的玻璃。
“说不定……”她一边靠近那块玻璃、一边说道：“这个或许能够填饱我的肚子。”
They lose sight of the swarm of sweets, but soon find themselves at something wide, dark, and
most probably very delicious.
Ayu, Fans, and Drem stand at a fractured ledge leering above a pit of black glass, which swirls,
churns, and kills light. Its pieces scrape against one another, and the sound produced is reminiscent
of a wail. Those confined memories of ends and falls seem to be screaming in agony. Ayu looks
upon it all—in a word—curiously. The world feels odd.
"Ayu," says Drem, causing her to glance its way. "Fly into it," the bat bids.
She answers, "'Kay," and she steps from the ledge.
With her arms held out, her descent slows immediately. Glass whips around her carelessly,
unbidden and unrepelled. She holds her hand out, and the vortex ceases. She calls the shards
to her hand.
And so, she begins to eat.
"Good, Ayu."
"Great, Ayu!"
She smiles. She frowns.
Truly, the hunger never fades.
The shards, the fragments, the dust—they all seem to vanish into nothing when she gulps them down.
It is for that reason she values taste. Cracking glass between her teeth accomplishes little else. In fact,
what she thinks is a stomach often merely feels like a void she is continually compelled to feed.
For the feeling. For the ache. And, of course, for her waiting tongue. She bites, she feasts, and light
slowly returns.
Her curiosity fades, and the odd sensation of the world along with it. In little time, the vortex is gone,
and she is running her tongue along the edge of her teeth.
Satisfied.
She grins brightly.
"That was great!" she shouts.
"Yeah!" Fans agrees.
"It looked delicious," Drem affirms.
She does not hate her bats. They want her to smile, and she knows that.
And they know her stomach is always empty.
She lands on the earth and frolics ahead. They chat about colors. They chat about flight, and food.
This is the world to them, and this is why they are here.
"What's that?" Drem speaks up suddenly.
"Oh... What is it?" Fans adds, looking to where its fellow familiar is staring.
Ayu lifts her gaze to the skies.
Above, a shard of glass, entirely alone, floats still and steady in the air.
It shifts that air. Its reflection is unreadable.
"Eat that, Ayu," says Fans.
"Go eat it," says Drem.
And easily, Ayu agrees with a strong and cheerful nod. Her bats take flight, and she does too.
With a smile, she faces the aberrant glass.
"Who knows?" she says as they approach. "Maybe it'll fill me up."
解锁条件：通过init()
充满甜味的大量玻璃碎片从视野中消失，但她们很快就又找到了一大片乌漆墨黑、看似相当美味的碎片。
彩梦、凡斯和德莱姆站在一处破碎的平面，用觊觎的眼神看着下方那一团黑色玻璃，这些碎片不断旋转、
搅动并抹灭光线。玻璃碎片彼此碰撞摩擦，发出的声响令人联想到悲鸣与哀号。
有关终结和殒落的记忆被囚禁着，似乎正在发出痛苦的哭喊。彩梦看着这一幕，内心充满好奇的想法。
这个世界感觉好奇怪。
“彩梦。”德莱姆说道，这使她短暂将视线从这团玻璃身上移开。“飞进去吧。”这只蝙蝠鼓励她这么做。
她回答道：“好啊。”接着便从脚下的平台一跃而下。
她伸展双手，下落的速度瞬间趋缓。她不断碰撞到围绕在身旁的玻璃，虽然这些碎片不请自来，
但她也并不排斥。她向前伸出自己的手，这股由碎片所形成的漩涡戛然而止。她呼唤玻璃来到自己的手中。
接着，她便开始进食。
“彩梦，很好。”
“彩梦，很棒！”
她露出笑容。她皱起眉头。
确实，她内心的饥饿感从未消散。
不论是玻璃、碎片还是粉尘，在她大口咬下的那个瞬间似乎都会消散无踪。
也正因为如此，她才会如此重视味觉这件事。她在大口咬碎玻璃时，
味觉几乎是她所获得的唯一回应。老实说，她常常感到自己的肚腹只是一个虚无的空间，
而她则必须不断去填补那个无底洞。
为求拥有感觉，为求体验疼痛。当然，也为了满足她那嗷嗷待哺的舌尖。她大口咀嚼、大快朵颐，
亮光逐渐重返她周遭的世界。
她内心里的好奇消失了，这个世界所带来的那股奇怪的感觉也随之散去。没过多久，
碎片的漩涡便消失无踪，她的舌尖空舔着自己的牙齿。
心满意足。
她露出一抹灿烂的笑容。
“好棒！”她大叫道。
“对啊！”凡斯同意道。
“看起来很美味。”德莱姆也表示认同。
她并不讨厌自己的这两只蝙蝠，她内心里知道，对方只是想要逗她笑。
它们也知道她总是有着强烈的饥饿感。
她降落到地面上，开开心心地向前走。她们聊到了颜色、聊到了飞行和食物。
这就是她们所在的世界，而这也正是她们之所以出现在这里的原因。
“那是什么？”德莱姆突然说道。
“噢……是什么呢？”凡斯跟着说道，并跟随它伙伴的目光看去。
彩梦抬起头来，把目光移向天空。
在她的头顶上，有一块玻璃碎片形单影只的飘浮在空中，一动也不动。它使周遭的空气发生改变，
从那块碎片所倒映出的影像当中看不出任何端倪。
“彩梦，快去吃它。”凡斯说道。
“快去吃吧。”德莱姆说道。
彩梦丝毫没有犹豫，只是很坚定、很开心地点点头。她和她的两只蝙蝠一起向上空飞去。
挂着一抹笑容的她面对着这块怪异的玻璃。
“说不定……”她一边靠近那块玻璃、一边说道：“这个或许能够填饱我的肚子。”
They lose sight of the swarm of sweets, but soon find themselves at something wide, dark, and
most probably very delicious.
Ayu, Fans, and Drem stand at a fractured ledge leering above a pit of black glass, which swirls,
churns, and kills light. Its pieces scrape against one another, and the sound produced is reminiscent
of a wail. Those confined memories of ends and falls seem to be screaming in agony. Ayu looks
upon it all—in a word—curiously. The world feels odd.
"Ayu," says Drem, causing her to glance its way. "Fly into it," the bat bids.
She answers, "'Kay," and she steps from the ledge.
With her arms held out, her descent slows immediately. Glass whips around her carelessly,
unbidden and unrepelled. She holds her hand out, and the vortex ceases. She calls the shards
to her hand.
And so, she begins to eat.
"Good, Ayu."
"Great, Ayu!"
She smiles. She frowns.
Truly, the hunger never fades.
The shards, the fragments, the dust—they all seem to vanish into nothing when she gulps them down.
It is for that reason she values taste. Cracking glass between her teeth accomplishes little else. In fact,
what she thinks is a stomach often merely feels like a void she is continually compelled to feed.
For the feeling. For the ache. And, of course, for her waiting tongue. She bites, she feasts, and light
slowly returns.
Her curiosity fades, and the odd sensation of the world along with it. In little time, the vortex is gone,
and she is running her tongue along the edge of her teeth.
Satisfied.
She grins brightly.
"That was great!" she shouts.
"Yeah!" Fans agrees.
"It looked delicious," Drem affirms.
She does not hate her bats. They want her to smile, and she knows that.
And they know her stomach is always empty.
She lands on the earth and frolics ahead. They chat about colors. They chat about flight, and food.
This is the world to them, and this is why they are here.
"What's that?" Drem speaks up suddenly.
"Oh... What is it?" Fans adds, looking to where its fellow familiar is staring.
Ayu lifts her gaze to the skies.
Above, a shard of glass, entirely alone, floats still and steady in the air.
It shifts that air. Its reflection is unreadable.
"Eat that, Ayu," says Fans.
"Go eat it," says Drem.
And easily, Ayu agrees with a strong and cheerful nod. Her bats take flight, and she does too.
With a smile, she faces the aberrant glass.
"Who knows?" she says as they approach. "Maybe it'll fill me up."
11-4
前置条件：完成11-3
少女苏醒于这片纯白的世界中。她的舌尖，空无一物。
她的脑中，空无一物。
她的胃里，空无一物。
彩梦，是她的名字。
她的故事，发生在很久很久以前。
在天空弯折之前、破碎之前……
在奇光布满这个世界的穹顶之前，在白日与黑夜相遇之前……
在那位少女自倾塌的迷宫和高塔坠落之后……
彩梦苏醒于这纯白的世界中。她的内在，空无一物。
她起身跪坐，环视四周，视线所及之处是一片白：这是一个充斥着光亮的世界，被碎片和回忆填满。
但她对这一切都兴致缺缺，因为她的胃里，空无一物。
她试图张嘴说话……
但空气中回荡的，只有震耳欲聋的沉默。
她的舌尖，空无一物。她的脑中，空无一物。
她支起自己颤抖的双腿，试图站起，而后跌倒。随后她又再度起身，终于能够跌跌撞撞地向前走去。
没走多远，彩梦便再次跌倒在地上。在此之前，她已经做了许多尝试，竭尽全力平稳地朝前迈步，
但都无一例外地失败了：从起先的蹒跚前行，到匍匐爬行，再到手脚并用，她只管前进，无论方法。
就这样，她日夜兼程，度过了好些日子。也许是一天，也许是一周，也许是更久，无从得知。
颤抖着，喘息着，她又一次摔倒了。尘土飞溅到她身上，而她将手伸向自己的腹部。
她的手被过长的衣袖遮盖，无法抓住任何东西。在三番五次的不懈努力后，她深深呼出一口气，
最终再度站了起来。
彩梦蹒跚于广袤的大地上，而碎片在一旁默默地看着。明亮的光线垂落在她的身上，但并不令人感到温暖。
她望着面前荒芜的广袤大地和点缀其上的星星点点的城市残骸出神，身体里某种空荡荡的不适感却愈发凸显。
不知何为哭泣的她，双眼逐渐泛起了泪花。
她的诞生之处，Arcaea，是一个错误而畸形的世界。而创造它的心，也是同样错误而畸形的存在。
被强烈的、纯粹的渴望一遍遍冲击着……
却又无法理解其原因，可真是痛苦啊。
她感到痛苦，于是把自己埋在臂中呦呦痛哭起来。但哭泣并不能缓解她的苦痛，事实上，
这种无来由的痛苦根本无法消除，这种空洞的饥饿感也根本无法填满。
……如此一来，又意义何在？
被悔恨啃噬的疼痛，加之似有若无的思考，在这两者的共同作用下……
两对翅膀承托起了两只小小生命。
由玻璃构成的心脏跳动着，将它们匆匆带往目标所在的地方。
两块碎片不知何时起，拥有了两颗真实跳动的心……
在听见声响之前，彩梦就感知到了它们的存在。两只小东西的翅膀啪嗒啪嗒拍打在她的背上，
并不明亮，但是温暖。
……
彩梦就是在那里，与她最好的两位朋友相遇。
A girl woke in a world of white with nothing on her tongue.
Nothing in her head.
Nothing in her stomach...
Her name was Ayu.
This story began long ago.
Before the sky was bent, before the sky was broken...
Before the sky grew overbright, and before day met with night...
And after a girl fell from a tumbling maze and tower...
Ayu awoke with nothing inside.
She raised to her knees, and then looked all about: at a world of light, a world of glass and memory.
It drew none of her interest. Her stomach: her stomach was empty.
She opened her mouth...
...and no words came out.
Nothing on her tongue, nothing in her head...
Ayu rose on shaking legs, fell, rose again and began to walk forward instead.
It took some time for her to fall once more to the ground after trying and trying to step, to crawl, and to
crawl forth. Days, perhaps. Weeks, perhaps. Shivering and collapsed, covered in dirt, she reached for her
abdomen and grasped. Her hand, covered by a sleeve, couldn't properly grasp at anything. She let out a
breath, and once more rose onto her knees.
The glass left her alone her entire winding way. Light fell onto her, and felt not warm. She gaped at the
barren landscape and fossil parts of cities before her.
With that emptiness gnawing at her from within...
Ayu began to cry, without knowing what crying was.
Where she was born, Arcaea, is a mistaken and misshapen world—made from a mistaken and misshapen
heart.
Wanting, wanting...
...without knowing, is a truly painful thing.
She felt pain, and sobbed into her arms. A pain that can't be solved, a hunger to never be sated.
For no reason at all.
Stirrings of regret, and sparks of almost-thought...
In the wake of these, four wings took flight.
They hurried on with a clear aim and with hearts of glass...
Two shards, and two hearts.
She felt them before she heard them. They draped their wings over her back, and she found their wings
were warm...
...
...Ayu was found, there, by two who would be her dearest friends.
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“快快快，彩梦！”
“没错，就是这样。”
她开始踉跄着跟在它们身后，跟着它们的指引去往不同的地方，
而找到她的这两只蝙蝠每次也会在她摔倒的时候飞回她的身边，扶她起身。
就这样，两只蝙蝠自那以后便一直在她的身边，陪伴左右，不断向前……
于是，她的胃便不再空无一物了。
“彩梦，快来试试这个！”
“还有这个！”
它们将她带到了那片漂浮在半空的碎片之海旁，让她进一步靠近、拾起，
看着她日渐熟稔地将一片片碎片放至嘴边，直至它们逐渐被唇齿包围……
平坦而又坚硬的表面，对味且舒心。
尖锐而带锯齿状的边角逗弄着她的舌尖……
一口，又一口，如此往复。
因为这种味道，令人愉悦，令人舒畅；不仅果腹，还能增长见识。
眼角的泪水逐渐淡去，取而代之的是灿烂的笑容——不知何为笑的她，却不禁笑了。
于是，她索性爽朗笑出声，高声喊道：
“凡斯，德莱姆！这些东西真的好好吃啊！”
“彩梦，你……”意料之外的回答，令德莱姆一时语塞。
“什么？彩梦，真的吗？！”出乎意料的反应，让凡斯又惊又喜。
她扑向两只蝙蝠，其中一只白黑相间（还有橘色和绿色），另一只黑白相间（还有绿色和橘色），
给了它俩一个热情到甚至有些窒息的拥抱。
而蝙蝠们的翅膀扑腾着，缓缓搭在女孩身侧，似是在回应她。
她的嘴从未停下，吃光了这里，又吃光了那里，不知厌倦为何物。凡是世界产生了任何波动后，
她就会同她的小伙伴们踏上觅食的新旅程。
太多的碎片聚集到一处，终究会成为孵化错误的温床。
因此，她会将它们吃掉。
但即使是错误的、异样的东西真的诞生了……
她也会毫不犹豫地将它吃掉。
她不会因此停止进食，绝对不会。
因为她的朋友，永远是她最好的向导。
……
Arcaea是一个没有意义的世界，而在本就没有意义的世界里寻找意义便是徒增烦恼。
但，哪个世界又不是如此虚无呢？
在这般滑稽的世界里、以悲伤为基调的梦境中……
这支由三个生命组成的小团体还是找到了属于自己的幸福。这难道不是很好吗？
当彩梦、凡斯和德莱姆不得不暂时分别一段时间，独自完成一段旅程的时候……
在光芒消逝之后，她们便最终寻得了所谓「命运」的答案。
"Come on, Ayu!"
"Just like that, you've got it."
She walked on unsteady feet after them: the two little bats who had found her. Whenever she stumbled,
they flew back to her and helped to right her.
They kept beside her, they kept ahead...
And soon enough she was fed.
"Try this, Ayu!"
"This too!"
They brought her to that glass floating through the air. They brought her close, and she knew to take each
shard to her lips, her tongue, and between her teeth.
Between her teeth, the flat, hard surfaces felt right, and comfortable.
The sharp and jagged edges tickled at her tongue.
She would bite down again, and again, and another time.
A happy taste, a hearty taste... swallowed memory, and new knowing.
Her tears began to dry. Ayu began to smile, without knowing what smiling was.
And she laughed, and she called:
"Fans! Drem! It's yummy!"
"Ayu...!" said Drem, frozen in surprise.
"Ayu! What—you, you said what...!?" said Fans excitedly.
She leapt at the two bats, one black and white (and green, and orange) and the other white and black
(and orange, and green). She spread her arms wide and squeezed onto both of them.
They laid their wings around her in return.
She went on to eat clouds and waves and seas of glass. Wherever the world wavered, she and her bats
would go, and eat.
Before too much glass, flocked to one place, would compel an error...
She would eat.
And if an error, an anomaly, came into being elsewhere...
She would eat that, too.
She ate and ate and ate...
Guided by her friends all the while.
...
Arcaea is a world meaningless, pointless, and perhaps bereft of sense...
It may be pertinent to ask: whichever world is not?
In this silly world, dreamt of in sadness...
...a little trio found its happiness. Isn't that fine?
As Ayu, Fans, and Drem let go of one another and traveled on...
...the fate they were to find after the end of light would answer the question.
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但那都是后话了，而现在……
她紧闭双眼，坠入了一场黑暗而无色的梦境。
她在其中不断地下坠、下坠……
那些记忆，久远的，最初的……也一并再度涌入她的脑海之中。
而她所能做的，也只有后知后觉地发现：自己的眼角，再度湿润了。
她坠入了虚无之中，逐渐记起孤独的滋味，但不久肩膀处便传来一阵暖意——有什么在轻柔碰触着她。
彩梦回过头，匆匆一瞥间好似有微弱的光亮渐渐消散于整片漆黑里，而那抹温暖也一并消逝了，
但她也因此不再感到寂寥。
“你……是谁呀？”彩梦问道，“你还好吗，没事吧？”
良久，空气中传来了回答的声音，那声音说：
在这样的情形下还在关心他人，这实在是太难受了。
这道声音，很轻柔，也很熟悉。
这是象征着光明、生命和死亡的声音；
这是孩童的声音，母亲的声音；
这是大地的声音，彩梦确信她之前听到过同样的声音：只有与Arcaea关系非常密切之人才能听到的声音。
而彩梦对此的回应则是：“欸，为什么？”
那个声音进一步解释道：你刚才不是在做梦吗？
“是啊。”彩梦轻快地回答道，“这么说，你能看见我梦见什么了吗？”
那个声音对此给予了肯定的回复，并表示对吵醒她一事感到抱歉。
“那……我现在已经醒过来了的话，我的朋友们又去哪里了呢？”
……没有回答。
“嗯……后来……后来就……”彩梦喃喃道，一边努力地回忆着，“那道光突然就砰地一声！你看到了吗？”
嗯。
“然后就，砰！地一下，噼！啪！砰！到处都是！超——夸张！你看见了吗？”
看见什么？
“那道光啊！”彩梦说道，不知怎么的有些开心，“那道光随后就消散了！”
那你记得后来发生了什么吗？那声音继续问道。
“我摔倒了。”彩梦如实回答道，“呃，应该说……我只是绊了一下？”
不……她并没有。
“哦，这样子……那……总之后来我就重新站起来了，凡斯和德莱姆也是。”彩梦双手抱肩，努力回忆着，
“然后我就觉得头超级疼！”
霎时
空气诡异地焦灼了起来。
“凡斯和德莱姆，它俩不知道怎么了，就开始不停地叫我吃东西！”
话音刚落
空气就此凝固了。
“我确实老觉着饿……”彩梦向着声音大致传来的方向继续讲道，“但我本来就不是很舒服啊，真的，
怪难受的，哈哈……”
是吗？
“对呀，所以我就开始哇哇大哭，哈哈哈哈！”
她的确哭了。
“然后……我不记得了！什么都忘了！”她大喊道，将手高举过头顶（实际上她正处于上下颠倒的状态），
“对了，你知道我在这里多久了吗？”
三天。但“天数”对这里来说本就是一个奇怪的概念。彩梦想再等等它的解释，
却只等来了一句“你实在无需在意”的补充。
“哦……”彩梦思忖着，她们之间的气氛安静了一瞬。
神秘的声音终于再次开口提问了：彩梦，你喜欢什么动物？
没有片刻迟疑，她大声答道：“那当然是鱼了！”
不是蝙蝠吗？
“哦，你说蝙蝠啊，凡斯和德莱姆就是，但你看它俩，憨憨傻傻的！”
那你不喜欢它们吗？
“当然不会啊，我超级喜欢它们的！”
那就好。
彩梦，你最喜欢什么颜色？
“绿！”
原因呢？
“因为我就是绿色的！还有……因为绿色是一眼就能看见的颜色！”
比如？
“比如吃的东西里头啊！”她滔滔不绝地讲着，“我发现，好吃的东西几乎都是绿的！要么就是红的！”
真的？
“唉……怎么会这样……”听到这句，彩梦突然就安静了下来，耷拉着头，语气里满是遗憾，
“你怎么跟它俩一样笨呢……”
抱歉。
“那你可要认真听！”彩梦正色道，“绿色代表着花花草草，而花花草草都是甜甜的！红色代表着血液和火光，
而血液和火苗都是咸咸的！如果你把它们同时放进嘴里……嘿！”她乐呵呵地比划着：“好吃得不得了！”
空气中的寒冷增多了一分，而那个声音说道：你成长了许多，彩梦，而你这段时间也过得很幸福。
那声音没有继续说下去，但彩梦能感觉到，它并不为此感到快乐。
“怎么了？”她问道。
那个声音回应道：
但彩梦……你不够幸运。
“什么叫‘幸运’……？”
如果事情的因果不在于你，那你要么就是幸运，要么便是不幸。
“我不明白。”
……
她再次感到浓浓暖意遍布全身，但眼眶却逐渐湿润。她开始感到难过，便只好蹙紧了眉头。
那声音继续说了下去。
你本该明白这些。
你本该感到更多的快乐，尝到更多的美食。你本该一直这样柔和，一直这样生活下去。
你本该走过更多的路，去过更多的地方，一直这么笑下去，直至永恒。
不是出于别人的指使，而仅仅因为你就是这样的一个女孩：你的存在，从来就不是他人的映射。
彩梦，你一直都是这样，不曾改变，也不会改变。
你让他人快乐，你是个很好的女孩。
“嗯……谢谢你这么夸我？”
你是个很好的女孩，那声音又重复了一遍。
谢谢你所做的一切。
“……？”
……
那声音不再回答，但……
彩梦大抵是明白了它的意思。
温暖和煦的死寂席卷而来，无色无声的梦境将她裹挟……
于是……
她又再度哭泣起来。
That was a long time ago, and now...
Eyes closed, sunken into a dark and colorless dream...
Ayu finds herself drifting lower and lower.
Those memories, those first memories...
By herself here they come to mind, and a tear finds its way to her eye.
As she falls into nothing, remembering how loneliness felt, she feels something warm by her shoulder—
feels a gentle touch by her side.
Ayu turns her head. She briefly spots a low light sinking into the darkness, and that warm sensation fades.
However, however... she no longer feels alone.
"Hey... Who is that?" Ayu asks. "Are you okay?"
And, in reply, she is told:
It hurts to have her ask that.
It's a quiet voice. A familiar voice.
It's a voice of light, life, and death.
It is a child's voice, it is a mother's voice...
It is that voice of the earth she has surely heard before,
and that only those few close to Arcaea might ever hear.
To answer it, Ayu asks, "Huh? Why?"
The voice clarifies: Weren't you having a dream?
"I was," Ayu answers lightly. "Hey, can you see my dreams?"
The quiet voice replies that it can, and apologizes for waking her.
"Hey, hey, if I'm awake... Where are my friends?"
...The voice gives no answer to that.
"Haahm... after..." Ayu mutters, trying to think, "the light went bang...! Did you see that?"
It did.
"After it went bang...! Bang, blaow everywhere! EEeeverywhere—did you see it!?"
See what, Ayu?
"The light!" says Ayu happily. "It died!"
The voice asks, Do you remember after that?
"I fell down," says Ayu, matter-of-factly. "But I just tripped, didn't I?"
No... she didn't trip.
"Oh, okay. Ummm, after that, I got up with Fans and Drem..." Ayu folds her arms and thinks again.
"My head hurt!"
Here
the atmosphere rises curiously.
"Fans and Drem got stupid and kept telling me to eat!"
And
the air goes still.
"And yeah I felt hungry, but..." Ayu goes on, looking where she thinks the voice might be coming from.
"I kinda felt sick. It was pretty bad, haha..."
Was it?
"I started crying, ahaha!"
She had.
"And then... I don't remember anything!" shouts the girl, lifting her arms over her head (though, well, she is
upside-down in fact). "Hey, hey, how long have I been in here?"
She is told that it has been three days, although days are a strange concept. As Ayu waits for the voice to
explain why, it tells her not to be concerned about days—not at all.
"Hmm..." Ayu breathes, and things are quiet between them for a while.
The voice eventually asks: Ayu, what animal do you like?
"I like fish!" she cries without hesitation.
Not bats?
"Fans and Drem are bats! They're dumb!"
You don't like them?
"I love them!"
That's good.
Do you have a favorite color, Ayu?
"Green!"
And why is that?
"'Cause I'm green! Also, uhhh... You can see it!"
See it where?
"In food!" she chirps. "Good food is green, or red!"
What do you mean?
"Oh no..." says Ayu, with pity heavy in her voice and turning down her face, "you're as dumb as Fans and
Drem..."
Sorry.
"Listen!" Ayu commands, "green means trees and flowers and those are sweet! Red means blood and fire,
and those are savory! If you eat them together... pow!" She gestures. She grins. "It's delicious!"
The air cools a little and the voice tells her: You've grown, and you've been very happy.
And what it does not say, but Ayu can feel, is that conversely the voice is not at all happy itself.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
The voice tells her:
Ayu... you haven't been lucky.
"What's 'lucky'?"
When things fall outside your fault, then it is luck or unluck.
"I don't get it."
...
Warmth fills Ayu again, but it is warmth that makes her eyes begin to shimmer with tears. Her heart begins
to hurt, and so she starts to frown. The voice speaks again.
You would have gotten it eventually.
You would have had more fun, you would have eaten plenty of food. You would've been warm, you
would've kept going.
You could've walked forever, you could've smiled forever.
Not for what anyone told you to do, but because that is who you are: a girl made with no girl before you.
The voice tells her: You never would've changed, Ayu.
You make others happy, and you're a good girl.
"Oh, thank you!"
You're a good girl, the voice repeats.
Thank you for everything.
"...?"
...
The voice says no more, and yet again...
In that warm silence between them, in the quiet of the colorless dream... Ayu feels she knows what it is saying.
And so, finally...
tears fall from her eyes.
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这个世界先前下过一场雪，而如今，雪花再度飘落于这灰黑的大地之上，零零散散，
更加衬出了远处雪势的浩大。
这个世界本就不太喧闹，而如今，这种静谧随着积雪的堆积进一步加深，万籁俱寂，
白皑皑的一片也仿佛将其重新浸染成旧时的模样。
“哈……”
几片雪花被一道极浅的呼吸稍稍拂开。
“呼……咳咳……”
雪地中的身影打了个寒战，但并非因为寒冷，而是出于腹部传来的剧烈痛感。
那副躯体之上落着一对翅膀，努力推搡着躯体向前，一遍，又一遍。
“彩梦，振作起来啊……拜托了……”凡斯喘着气断续说道，身体因吃力而颤抖着，
却仍然环抱身下的人，将她护住。
现在空中只剩下德莱姆自己，它默默俯视着雪地中的两位同伴，
直至它最为珍视的那个存在终于没有了呼吸。
“彩梦？！”凡斯失声惊呼道，语气里满是哀求，“不……不要……！求求你了……求求你了！！”
彩梦蹙紧的眉头放松下来，德莱姆瞪大了双眼——因为它知道，她“放松”下来的原因并不是自主的。
“德莱姆……她，她的呼吸，她的心跳……不……不可能，对吗？！快回答我啊！”
“……”
到底是为什么……你会诞生在这里？
但……“为什么而生”这种说法，真的存在吗？
的确，德莱姆自诞生以来就陪伴着她，也理应如此。
但这还远远不够……
“为什么而生”并不是关键。
德莱姆死死注视着彩梦毫无生气的躯壳……
它想起了她毫无温度的嘴唇因开心而弯起时的样子。
它想，它已经有了答案。
因为你对我来说，太重要了。
比任何东西都要重要。
德莱姆转身朝反方向飞去。
“德莱姆，你去哪儿？！你要干什么去——喂！快回来！”
“凡斯，你听我说！”德莱姆抬高声音喊道，“我们必须要给她吃的！一定得是那种！”
“你是说……要穿过风暴？！这，我们真的做不到啊！”
“我知道，但我要去！”德莱姆头也不回地喊道。
“那我也去！”凡斯赶紧跟了上去。
两只蝙蝠朝这个世界黑白交接的方向努力飞去。
与此同时，它们能感觉到，彩梦的存在也在一点点消失。
如果飞得足够远，足够久，它们可能就再也找不到她了。
但不行动，就只能坐以待毙。
它们相伴而飞，在严寒中彼此分享着自己的体温，寻觅着这个世界破碎的一角……
为了拯救它们所珍视的人，为了让她记起这个世界在塑造她的时候给她戴上的镣铐：
彩梦本就以吞食碎片为生，因为她是诞生于Arcaea的一位监管者，而监管者的职责，
就是发现异样，并将其吞噬。
因此，它们想要找到这样的一片碎片，它们必须找到这样的一片碎片，
而它们所能感知到的最近的异象碎片，就在那呼啸的层层风雪之后。
因此，它们要穿过那片风暴，不论代价。
狂风在它们穿过分界，自白日踏入黑夜后变得愈发猖狂，击打着它们，鞭笞着它们，挤压着它们，
迫使它们压低自己的身体。
体表的温度在一点点流失，但它们并没有停下，双眼也逐渐因寒冷刺激而产生泪水。
为了治好彩梦胃里的恶疾，它们拼了命似的朝这个世界“病灶”所在的方向飞去，朝痛苦的方向飞去。
因为它们渴望，纯粹而强烈地渴望……
但若没有足够的能力，再多的渴望也毫无意义。
渐渐地，凡斯力竭了。渐渐地，搀扶着凡斯的德莱姆也力竭了。
渐渐地，雪开始渐渐没过它们娇小的身躯，它们无声的泪水也最终演变成了哀怮的悲鸣。
又不知过了多久，一位善良的少女在路过时偶然发现了这两只蝙蝠，将它们捧入自己的怀中。
接着，那位少女转过身，朝白日的方向走去，与怀中的凡斯和德莱姆再度回到了温暖的怀抱中。
Snow fell once before in Arcaea. It falls again, now, over the gray land. Gentle here, and raging in the
distance.
Arcaea, a quiet place, grows quieter as it is covered—more quiet than it ever has been, and the pale sheet
is almost nostalgic—across these now-crumbling lands.
"Hahh—"
A shallow breath scatters flakes of snow.
"H-Hahmm... Ghh..."
A body shivers, not from cold, but from a deep pain in its gut. Over that body, a pair of wings fall and push
and push and shake. Push, push again, hold. Fans, the bat, mutters out, "A-Ayu... please get up, please."
And above the two on the ground, Drem flies, watching as the breath of its charge finally cuts short.
"Ayu!?" cries Fans. "Ayu, no, please—!" It begs, and begs, and begs.
The tension in Ayu's brow relaxes. Drem's eyes widen. The bat is aware that that ease of tension... does not
arrive from "relief".
"Drem, she's not... Her heart's not... Drem, she wouldn't, right? She can't!"
"..."
What were you born here for?
Can you say you were born "for" something?
Drem was born to fly beside her.
But, that means so little...
It's not about what one was "born to do".
As Drem looks upon Ayu's motionless body...
As it remembers the cold lips on her face turned up into a smile...
It thinks:
I love you, way too much, for this.
I love you too much for this.
Drem flies away.
"Drem!? No, where—where are you goi—Drem! Don't go away!"
"Fans!" Drem shouts back. "We have to find her food! The right food!"
"You mean the... Past the storm...!? We—We can't fly through that!"
"I'm going! I'm going!" Drem shouts, and Fans shouts back:
"I'm going, too!"
The two bats fly with speed toward the border between night and day.
As they do so, they feel Ayu's presence less and less.
There is a distance. There is a limit of time... before they will not be able to find her again.
But staying still is no answer.
The bats, side by side and warming one another, seek out a broken piece of the world...
To feed the one that they love. To remind her form of the purpose this broken world had instilled in her:
Her, an Arcaea-born monitor of the shards, meant to swallow anomalies into nothing.
And so, an anomaly they will find—the nearest anomaly that they feel, beyond a roaring blizzard—
no matter the cost.
They find the wind nearly too much for their wings as they breach from day into night. It pummels them,
whips them, it tosses the two small animals down.
And they grow cold, and they go on.
With tears chilling in their eyes...
They fight toward the feeling of illness the world suffers, to cure the illness they recognize within Ayu's
stomach.
But—
Wanting, wanting, wanting...
... without the strength for it, is a futile thing.
In time, Fans collapses. In time, Drem carrying Fans collapses. In time, snow covers their bodies. In time,
their quiet tears become loud sobs.
In time, a kind girl comes across them, and takes them up into her arms.
That girl turns back toward the day, returning to warmth with Fans and Drem at her breast.
11-8
在深不见底的空洞之中，在只有与其关系密切之物才可抵达的至深之处，彩梦抬起手，拂掉了脸上的泪水。
她明白，在伤心难过的时候还能够畅快地哭一场已是十分幸运。
那个声音此时选择了沉默。她也明白，无法痛快地大哭一场往往意味着不幸，但不管怎样……
但不管怎样，她还可以……
“你为什么要这么难过呢？”她问道。
那个声音回答说，因为它感到抱歉。
“那，”她追问道，“什么会让你高兴呢？”
“像我的话，吃到好吃的东西就会很开心！”
它知道。
“还有跟凡斯，和德莱姆在一起的时候！”
它也知道。
“我喜欢‘交朋友’，你知道吗？”
它，当然知道……
藏匿于暗处的声音……
它其实很喜欢人们，也喜欢看到她们开心时的笑容。
但它憎恨自己，也憎恨自己所做过的事。全是些见不得人的东西，受人唾弃的纰缪。
它讨厌悲剧。
但好的结局……
它真的非常，非常喜欢。
“原来是这样……没，没事啦……”彩梦静静听完，温柔地回应道，“真的，不信你听我说……！”
对方似是乐意接受她的开导，默默等着她接下来要发表的“箴言”。
“因为——”只见她摆起一副架势，认真说道，“因为，你只要坚持下去，就最终会找到令你开心的事情！
散步也好，美食也好……还有朋友！真的，相信我——！”
“这就是活在这个世界上的意义，生命的意义，活着的意义，乃至世界存在的意义！只要我们不放弃，
不气馁，我们就一定会得到完满的结局！没……没错，就是这样！还，还有——”
彩梦哽了一下，硬是把到了嘴边的抽噎生生咽了回去。
但她马上恢复了以往那标志性的大大的笑容，无比真诚地对那个声音说：
“如果你还没有交到朋友的话，我就来当你的第一个朋友吧！”
风雪交加的日子里，一位陌生人冒着生命危险在彩梦看不见的地方寻找着。
而如今，这东西被带到了她的唇边——伴随着吞咽的动作，她的胃缓慢作出了回应，
她的梦境因此闪烁了起来——即使深处牢笼之中，已然不具当时的威力，却仍令人侧目。
但正是因为它与自然本质相异，正是因为它因“缺憾”而生……
它才能连通原本互不兼容的两处地点，好似一座连接了蔚蓝海水与松软云层的奇特桥梁。
它的确很特殊，很引人注目，但异象从来都不特别。
它们终归只是错误而已：是人心里脆弱部分的回响，有着人心愿破碎时的音色。
就其本质而言，比起那颗心所渴望的，它们更接近那颗心本来的样子：一点也不特别，
但平凡同样可以拥有毁灭性的力量。
命运本身并不会带来缺陷，这样的痛苦也无法通过希望或命运的丝线挣脱——在这点上，
这枚曾经一度拥有摧毁性的强大力量的碎片能最终被找到并带回，和其他被寻得的碎片一样，
跟渴望没有一点关系。
大多时候，寻得异象的过程更像是追寻风的足迹，来无影去无踪，没有逻辑，也无需理由。
这片陈旧的，残缺的，容纳着悲伤和痛苦的躯壳……
它能被找到，实在算不上什么奇迹，而仅仅是因为想要寻找它的人，心中都有着纯粹至极的情感，如此而已。
而这片连接起事物的存在，此时终于来到了她的唇齿之间。
她在齿间尝到了细细碎碎的触感——是玻璃，于是她笑了，而后咬了下去，彻底将它切断。
出乎意料地，黑暗仿佛也被她的门齿一并粉碎了，刺眼的光茫霎时笼罩了这里的一切，
日光如大爆炸般顷刻让一切阴翳无处遁形。亮闪闪的玻璃粉末滑过她的舌根，
引导着属于这个大地的光芒一并深入。
她仿佛能听见这些光芒，似是一声叹息，明亮而柔软，愉悦且友善。
她身旁夺目的绚烂继续前进着，往她腹腔的方向不断深入，没入那深邃的黑暗之中。
终于能够再次看清，她环顾四周，却只听见那个熟悉的声音轻柔的低语：
你说的很对，彩梦。
所以，谢谢你。
来自Arcaea的光芒逐渐填补了她，这片单色的梦境也逐渐变得五彩斑斓起来——
彩梦睁开了眼，视线逐渐对焦在凡斯和德莱姆满是泪痕的脸上。
她的身体还没有什么力气。她的两只蝙蝠在一旁一遍遍唤着她的名字，紧紧挨着她，力道出奇的大，
几近让她的脸变形。
她紧紧回抱住了它们，笑了起来，也哭了起来。
她从没有这样用力地拥抱过它们。
晨光熹微，雪仍没有停，两只蝙蝠和一个少女在雪景和晨辉的注视下分享着彼此的温暖，幸福而满足。
将她从生与死的边界打捞的……是良方，还是奇迹？抑或是友谊？
……或许，都是吧。
当她的梦境第一回被光芒点亮的时候，她看见了她的朋友们为了保护她而奋不顾身的样子。
她确信，自己也会在它们遇见危险的时候这么做。
她一定会保护好它们——当然也包括她刚结识的那位新朋友。
当她们终于能彼此释怀，能够从容地分享自己所走过的路，讲述所遇到过的来自陌生人的善意的时候……
彩梦不禁笑了，她的嘴翘起了一个漂亮的弧度。
能自在释怀地笑，真是幸运至极呢。
她永无止境的饥饿感从此消失了。
她和她的两只蝙蝠再度望向远方，一如以往。
她们的旅途，也将再度启程。
但与以往不再相同的是，这一次等待她们的，将会是美好的结局。
At an unseeable depth, in a place only one near and dear could find, Ayu begins to wipe away her tears.
These tears—she knows: she is lucky to have tears to shed when things hurt.
The voice, silent now—she knows that it is unlucky to not. But now, at most...
At most she can say:
"Why are you sad?"
To which the voice tells her, it is sorry.
And, "Hey?" she asks. "What makes you happy?"
"Me—Me, I like eating good food!"
It knows.
"And Fans, and Drem...!"
It knows.
"I like 'making friends'—You know!?"
Yes. It knows...
The voice in the dark...
It likes people, and whenever people feel they can smile.
It despises itself, and what it has done. It despises a history of poorly made things, and mistakes.
It abhors tragedy...
But, happy endings...
Happy endings are nice.
"Oh, then, it's okay, it's okay," says Ayu, gently, "definitely. And, and, I'll tell you why...!"
The voice awaits her wisdom.
"Because," she says, acting smart, "as long as you keep on going, you can find things that make you smile!
Like walkiiing, or fooood... friends! You know? You know!? Okay, listen—!
"That's what the world, and life and living in life are all about! We... We keep going, and we get happy
endings—waiting for sure! And, if... if you..."
Ayu chokes briefly, pushing a sob down in her throat.
And, smiling brightly, she tells the voice honestly:
"If you haven't found a friend yet, then I'll be your first!"
Through a snowstorm; through fainting, freezing—a stranger fought for something beyond Ayu's sight.
That something is brought close to her now—close to her lips, and her stomach churns; the dream
shimmers by its mere presence. That something, though now weak, and though now caged, is still and
forever remarkable.
For it stands against nature, for it is "flaw" manifested:
That "anomaly" begins to build a bridge between incompatible places, like a bridge built between clouds
and sea.
In fact: while it is strange, and while it is remarkable, an anomaly is never "special".
They are errors: echoes of one heart's weakness, cracking across a wish.
Being as they are, they may be more similar to the truth of that one heart than the sincere wish it left
behind... Unspecial, and yet all the same ruinous.
Fate does not drive a flaw. Pain like this is not coaxed by hopes or woven threads. And this anomaly in
particular: like all the others—once powerful, immense, and devastating—was not found "because" it being
found was wanted.
Most were found like tricks of wind: bereft of rhyme or reason.
This old and crippled shell of hurting—
It was found from sincere love, no miracle, and nothing more.
Building a bridge, it finds itself between her teeth, now.
As she smiles, Ayu feels it there as glass, and she bites down—shattering it utterly, and
unexpectedly shattering the dark.
Leaving this place blinding... In a wild burst: turning shadows into sunlight. As shining dust slips down her
throat, the light of the earth slips down with it—channeled through the crushed and clear shard pieces.
It's almost... as if... a sigh can be heard, not rumbling but soft. Something happy, something kind.
The overwhelming light around her continues its path, and so begins to fade as it flows down her throat.
Able to see again, she casts her gaze around, and the unseen voice leaves her with this:
You're right, Ayu.
Thank you.
As Arcaea's light fills her stomach, new color fills the dream—
She awakes again with Fans and Drem above her, and they're both crying.
Her body feels weak. Her two bats cling to her tightly, pushing against her face and calling her name.
She hugs them, she smiles, and she cries as well.
She hugs them tighter than ever before.
Snow falls over them in the daylight and, happy, the three friends share one another warmly.
...Was it medicine or miracle? Was it friendship that kept her from crossing the border?
...It was. It was.
And, when the light first overwhelmed her dream, she saw the memories of how hard her friends had gone
to protect her.
...She would need to protect them, too.
To protect them and, of course, the new friend she has made.
When they've all let one another go, when they've spoken of the journeys they've taken and of the kindness
of strangers...
Ayu smiles. She smiles and smiles, and laughs.
Her endless hunger is gone.
She and her bats look again to the horizon, like they always do.
And on they will go...
For the happy ending that awaits.