故事模式剧情详表/摩耶
15-1
前置条件：购入Lasting Eden曲包
解锁条件：通过Rise of the World
星光爬上她的面颊，为她披上紫色的外衣。这是第二位诞生于星光之下的少女。
在她之前，已有许多人曾行走在这片名为Arcaea的大地上。
不久前，这个曾只是一片纯白色的永昼世界终于迎来了它的第一个黑夜。
至此，一条清晰的边界将白昼与夜晚分隔开来。
新生的夜空也曾被点亮两次，那是两个生命从天外漂流而来，就这样如流星般坠落，来到了这里。
要我说，她就像一枚硬币的反面，是早于她降临于此的那位少女的另一面。
天空被深紫点缀，不见云与月的踪影。
刚醒过来的时候，摩耶还看不太清楚周遭的事物。泪水遮蔽了她的视线。
意识和知觉才刚刚恢复，悲痛便如排山倒海般袭来，致使她痛苦地捂住自己的脸，
泪水不受控制地流下——她被击垮了。
Arcaea世界的每一位来访者都会迎来自己的重生——「一无所有」其实是一种福气，一种善意的赠予。
但这个世界并不完美——自“一切的终结”之后，这个世界早已千疮百孔。
毕竟它已经遭受了不可逆的损伤，因此尽管不断倾尽全力去变得完美，最终也于事无补。
这便是她的不幸：她似乎
「无所不有」。
She was the second born under starlight.
To many of those come to Arcaea, the world once white also appeared as a world of endless day. But,
in time, night fell. A border between day and night formed. On the darkened side of the border, two
new lives drifted down to the earth like fallen stars. She was the second, and in her very form she
showed herself to be a mirror to the first.
A dark and purple-dotted sky, a cloudless firmament, a night with no moons...
Maya woke to all this through a blurred view. Her eyes were full of tears. When she could think,
when she could feel, she became overwhelmed by grief and she sobbed into her hands.
When one comes to this world of glass, they are made anew—
given "nothing" as a blessing, as a kindness.
But this place, found after the end, is broken—
in ways it tries to be perfect, but it is a broken place to its core.
She was born, it seemed, with everything.
15-2
前置条件：完成15-1
解锁条件：采用摩耶通过WAIT FOR DAWN
她其实并不排斥黑暗。在死寂之中，她反而感到自在。
黑暗中偶尔会有从周遭的碎片折射出来的光束一闪而过，但在她眼里，这些都是丑陋无比的东西，
只会令她的双眼感到刺痛及不快。每当附近的废墟发出什么东西坍塌或者破碎的声音，
不论是微小细碎的摩擦声，还是大地浑厚低沉的颤动，
她都感觉无比刺耳，好似尖锐的风声一般在耳边不断嘶吼，愈演愈烈。
若有什么夺走了她所喜爱的夜晚与宁静，回忆的摇篮也会将她托举。
即使她不属于这个世界，世界也对她无比怜爱。
这名奇特的少女嗜睡又爱哭，她异色的头发与双眸使她特别。
Arcaea怜悯她，但很可惜，她并不怎么待见这些喜爱她的碎片。
她惧怕这些亮闪闪的东西，因为她喜欢无尽黑夜的宁静与深沉。对以四海为家的她来说，高天即是她的穹顶，
但那时的她迫切需要一个“藏身之处”：碎片不断地从四面八方涌来，从未消停，她实在是不堪其扰了。
断壁残垣中，摩耶享受着片刻的喘息时间，并借此机会试图了解自身所在的洞窟——这已成为了她的习惯，
那就是熟悉这世界上每一个收留过她的洞穴的情况。其实即便如此，碎片也无处不在，
只是相对来说好忍受一些：没有了天空的广袤，碎片并不能折射多少光线，
而且她本就不能也不愿去知道碎片里有什么东西。
她不惜跋山涉水去寻找宁静，为了远离纷扰，再高的山她也敢翻越，再黑的路她也敢踏足。
她就这样走啊走，走啊走……直到有一日走出一条昏暗甬道的时候，
她终于看到了不远处的那一条光与影的边界。她停下了脚步。
She actually welcomed the dark, and felt at ease within silence.
Whenever a rare ray bounced from the glass fragments surrounding her, instead it seemed to her like
sudden intense light in horrible colors had bombarded her vision. If a nearby ruin creaked or fell apart,
the resulting sounds seemed more like a cacophony of wretched noise accosting her ears: lighter scraping,
and the heavier, guttural, almost primordial groans from the earth; with a noise all throughout like
high-pitched wind, rising and rising—
If anything broke the shadow and quietness of the night, memory would accost her. And while she
did not belong here, she was nonetheless pitied.
This unusual girl with two-toned hair and eyes—
This strange girl who would often sleep, yet still cry—
Arcaea pitied her. Unfortunately, she quickly grew to fear its glass.
Shards met with her often enough under the open sky that—although she liked the calm and stillness of
the endless night—she began to seek shelter.
Maya rested within the fractured shells of buildings, and made herself familiar with any cave in this world
she might find. Glass was always there too, yes, but without a clear view of the sky it reflected very little.
And besides...she could not—and would not—peer within. She would travel through mountains, only
seeking peace. She would step through pitch-dark tunnels following forgotten roads.
Until she stepped out of a shadowed hall one day, and her eyes caught sight of the daylight border,
so very near.
15-3
前置条件：完成15-2
解锁条件：采用摩耶通过Raven's Pride
实际上……
她听到的那些声音是人们歇斯底里的尖叫，而她所看到的那些景象便是罪魁祸首。
明亮的光柱自天而降，撕裂了大地：她的家园毁灭了。她多么希望那痛苦只需持续几秒钟，
但实际上，那是一次长达数小时的折磨。太痛苦了，好痛，好痛……
她认得世界另一端的那些人，明白他们应该都是已死之人。她听见有人在命令她，
令她僵在原地，但那声音很快便消散了。她与那个已逝世界的一切连接、一切羁绊，
都在那场缓慢且无情的灾难中化为乌有。她失去了一切，随后才在Arcaea中醒来，仍是孤单一人。
放眼望去，这个世界远处的地平线朱红一片，似夕阳，更似火海。
终于，在无数幻听和幻觉的折磨下，摩耶跪倒在甬道的出口。尖锐的疼痛如利刃穿过心脏，令她痛哭，
令她哀嚎，令她反胃。难以忍受的恐慌一波接一波冲击着她的心智，没完没了，
而其中最令她不堪回首的更是如巨石般压得她喘不过气来。
那令她生不如死的可悲的事实一遍又一遍地提醒着她：
“我还在这里。”
她的痛苦，她的哀怮，无声但震耳欲聋。
Arcaea听见了一切。
In fact...
Those sounds she heard were screams.
Those sights she saw were the cause.
Bright light fell from the sky in violent pillars, tearing at the earth. Her home became ravaged in what she'd
hoped would be seconds, but instead it had been a nightmare of hours. Agonizing, she had—she had...
She knew people on the other side of the earth, and heard they were dead. She froze under commands
from soon-lost voices. An entire connection she shared with an entire world was lost over a slow,
thorough, and merciless course. And, with it all gone, she had woken up here—alone in Arcaea.
And the horizon before her now was like sunset, or—it was like a world on fire.
Maya crumpled alone at a tunnel's exit, hearing and seeing things that weren't there. She shivered and
cried, feeling as if a spike was driving through her heart. Through horrid pain, nausea too began to plague
her. Horror after horror, all of it impossible to bear, and one thought worse than all others weighed on her
mind like an anchor. One truth that seemed ready to almost kill her:
"I am still here."
And her pain, and her heartache, it all cried out beyond her voice.
Arcaea would hear all of it.
15-4
前置条件：完成15-3
解锁条件：采用摩耶通过Rise of the World
她现正处于一个边缘，坐在光与影的交界处。脑内的声音仍没有停止，撕扯着她的鼓膜，叫嚣着。
她的双眼无神地盯着远处，乞求自己不再需要思考。
太迟了，错误已经犯下，悲剧已经酿成。造成的再多痛苦和损失，也都成为了历史。
时光无法倒流，过去无法改变。但……真的什么都做不到吗？可否拭去她的泪痕，抚平她的伤疤？
一片碎片自上空飘落，缓缓来到她的身边。两片、三片……越来越多，如细雨般，
最终形成了一个茧房般的屏障，将她隔绝于阳光之外。
让她喧闹的想法平静下来？
不，不行。
分散她的注意力？抑或是好好哄哄她？
她的注意力已经很涣散了。
怎么办？该怎么办……
碎片一反常态地暗了下来，由它们组成的屏障像细腻柔软的布料开始朝下折叠，直到将她完全包住。
真是令人哭笑不得啊，怎么会有玻璃觉得自己是柔软的呢。但奇怪的是，摩耶抬起了头。
尽管畏缩了一下，她最终还是抬起了头……她看到了碎片中的那些东西：记忆。
碎片中承载的那些记忆的主角都另有其人，她看到了所承载的那些悲伤和苦痛，
看到了人们所犯下的那些错误。Arcaea没有其他能给她看的回忆了，而她就这样静静地看着……
没有血流成河，没有刀山火海，也没有枪林弹雨。
只有痛苦、孤独而又无助的人们，无依无靠，无人可以诉说，更无从谈起抚慰。
是啊，孤独这样的绝症，又怎会有药可医？
她思索着。她看到了形形色色的人，男女老少，无一不是泪流满面。
她看见了那些大限将至的人们无力地笑着，手中还攥着早已褪色的相片。
这便是这个世界想要向她传达的：
你觉得自己再也不会感到开心了。你觉得不如就此放弃。
但何必要如此呢？
过去确已过去，它的烙印并不会消失，不过有一些、甚至说大部分“烙印”，
其实是你自己给自己上的枷锁。你不是还活着吗？那个世界的确毁灭了，但你仍在这里。
……
求求你……
留下来吧。
She sits now at a precipice. Outside, she sits between darkness and light. Inside, a tone blares through
her ears as she stares wide-eyed and wanting, wishing to no longer think.
It is too late now. These made mistakes are set and done. The suffering caused, the damage caused—it is
all finished. The past cannot be reset. But can something be done to heal? Can anything, anything at all,
be done for a crying girl? A single piece of glass drifts down from above. Another. Another. A slow rain of
glass falls, until it is a solid wall before and around her, blocking the unseen sun.
Take her mind away?
No, it can't be done.
Distract her, coax her?
She is too distracted by herself.
What to do for her? What to do, what to do...
The glass uncharacteristically dims. Parts of its shard wall fold down almost like fabric with innumerable
parts until she is covered. What a silly thing—for glass to think itself soft. But, odd...But, still: Maya flinches
once, and she lifts her head. She finds memory in these shards.
These shards hold memories of others. She finds memories of sorrow, of hurting, and of humans' faults.
It is all that Arcaea can show to her, and she watches...
...not bloodshed, not battle, not war...
...but people alone in their pain, nobody there to share it or understand.
What can one do when they know they are alone?
She thinks. She sees men and women, girls and boys, all crying. She sees people near the end, with faded
photographs in their hands and faint smiles on their faces.
That is the message from this world to her.
You may feel you will never smile again. You may feel you want to quit.
But what is the point in that?
The past is behind you, but it has left marks upon you that you cannot erase. Some, perhaps many, are
marks that you left there yourself. But you are still here. A world is gone, and you are still here.
...
...Please.
Stay here.
15-5
前置条件：完成15-4
解锁条件：采用摩耶通过UNKNOWN LEVELS
“‘留下来’……？”
一声低语回答了另一声低语——这是她自来到这个世界后第一次开口讲话。
虽然声音因为喉咙的干涩和疼痛而显得十分沙哑，
虽然只是用几不可闻的声音重复部分她所听到的低语……
她用力咬紧了牙，她的表情因此扭曲。
这个世界给予了她许多关爱……
而她对此的回应只有忿恨。
她的眼神变得锐利，怒视着面前那块用碎片组成的屏障，碎片中的景象正随着碎片的移动而更替：
Arcaea发觉她心境的变化后也随之改变了。现在，阴郁或温婉的情绪都被抛掷一旁……
碎片之海荡起了涟漪，仿佛受到了冲击般不再光滑平坦。摩耶看着那些记忆——
那是一个男人，正在镜中回望自己，他的眼前一片漆黑。
那是一个女人，站在夜晚的海边，双脚浸入不断拍打着她的水中。她盯着手中的项链看了好一会儿，
最后将它一掷，扔进了海中。
那是一个孩子，身着黑色的西装，她的姐姐正准备挽起她的手，却被不耐烦地一巴掌拍开。
摩耶笑了。那是一抹无声却纵情的笑容。
这些碎片好似在试图与她共鸣般，想想就觉得可悲。
这些碎片确实在与她共鸣。
这些尝试，这些举动……
她真想狠狠朝它们啐一口唾沫。
随着她破碎而扭曲的心愈发破碎，碎片所感知到的她的痛苦也越来越强烈，
并开始一片片翻转，向她聚集、靠拢——
越来越多，越来越亮……
……它们开始像她展示那些人的生活是如何一步步分崩离析的。
他人的苦难、愚蠢和失败一闪而过，将她的心紧紧攥住。
她的世界毁于一旦，这份属于自己的回忆让她更加苦不堪言。
碎片毒藤般爬上她的肢体，蔓延、弯折、扭曲，像不怀好意的铁链将她死死缠绕并不断收紧，
直至那尖锐的枝条终于抵着她脆弱的脖颈。
但她只是嗤笑着。
那颗在不断跳动的虚弱的心脏……
根本就不是她的。
碎片颤抖了一下，好似一个人打了个哆嗦。碎片中的光亮在一瞬间熄灭了，
捆绑着少女的玻璃锁链也正不断收紧，挤压着她的躯体……
突然，黑夜闪烁了起来，一阵扭曲猛烈的气旋迅速掠过，她周围的玻璃顷刻间全部碎裂开来。
她就这么跌落在地上，得以再次沐浴在远处黎明温和的霞光中。
摩耶抬头望向漆黑的天空，随后低头朝远处明亮的地平线看去，然后闭上了眼。
“为什么……？”
困惑，愤怒，失落。
温暖的光打在她的肩膀上，让她的身子暖和了起来。
这些情感也都毫无保留地灌注进她握紧拳头的颤抖的双手。
但是，她很快便不再觉得温暖。
她小心翼翼地再次睁开眼，望向周遭的黑暗。
此时，Arcaea又找到了她，又形成了一堵全新的高墙。
阴影与玻璃，它们组成了一条全新的通道。
在那通道的尽头，是星星点点的日光。
"'Stay'...?"
A whisper for a whisper. Her voice cracks with this: her first word within Arcaea. Through a stinging, dry
throat, she repeats half of what she heard.
She bites down and grimaces.
She drags teeth against teeth.
Her response to the care the world has shown her...
...is resentment.
She sharpens her gaze, peering more closely into the mirrored wall before her. The images shift as the
glass moves. Shards of Arcaea find her new glare and present themselves. Moods somber or gentle are
all pushed aside...
The sheet of glass ripples as if struck. Maya watches memories—
—of a man looking back at himself in a mirror with darkness beneath his eyes.
—of a woman standing at a shore at night, her feet dipped into lapping, shallow water. She stares at a
necklace in her hand for some time, then eventually holds it out before her and drops it into the sea.
—of a young child dressed in a small black suit. Her sister reaches for her hand, only for it to be struck away.
Maya smiles. She laughs, quietly.
It's as if these shards are resonating with her—and how terrible if they are.
And of course, they are.
The attempt, the gesture...
She wants to spit at it.
As her breaking, twisted heart twists and breaks all the more, the glass hears her misery all the more well,
and brings itself closer—
turns itself over, piece by single piece—
each reflecting more memory than only one: the shards show the other halves of these shattered lives.
One by one, growing brighter and brighter...
...they begin to show how those lives shattered to begin with.
She is gripped by their flashing memories of disaster, folly, and failure.
She is gripped in turn by her own memories of a ravaged world.
She is gripped—physically—by the glass itself as it crawls to her body and binds all around it, twisting about
it, tightening and linking like glinting chains until its sharp edges slide up to press at her throat.
She grins wryly.
A weak heart beats...
...but it is not hers.
The glass shivers. It almost even seems to undulate. The light of the shards is all snuffed out in a second,
and as the chain pieces tighten, and tighten over her body—
Suddenly, in an abrupt burst of black glitter and a twisting rush of air, the glass all breaks around her,
leaving her to fall to the earth and be once more bathed by the far-off dawn.
Maya looks up into the dark sky. She looks out at the glowing horizon. She shuts her eyes.
"What...?"
Confusion. Anger. Disappointment.
The feelings pour into her shaking fist as the distant light warms her shoulders...
However, her shoulders soon go cold.
Cautiously, she opens her eyes once more to darkness.
Fragments of Arcaea have found her again, and formed new walls.
A tunnel of shade, a tunnel of glass...
...leading to distant daylight.
15-6
前置条件：完成15-5
解锁条件：采用摩耶通过Abstruse Dilemma
“……”
摩耶支起身子，半起身地看着远处的那个光点，过去的记忆已不再冲击着她的脑海。
她回头，看见了自己几分钟前刚刚从中走出的巨大豁口，比之前更加深不见底，像一张正在打哈欠的大嘴。
什么东西在那漆黑一团中依稀闪烁——碎片吧，不然还能是什么呢。
卡在两个选择之间的她再一次被迫陷入了思考。
该做出选择了。
总要做出选择的。
要么让安逸的虚无就这么吞噬你，要么就主动拥抱那令人胆寒的光芒。
摩耶双膝跪地，思考着。
“你到底想要我干什么？面对一切，还是就此放弃？”她愤怒地问道。
回答她的是另一个问题。她隐隐约约能听见那个声音，它问道：
你想要什么？
对此，她的回答是……
以前，她觉得自己起码能够回答这个问题。
比方说，“我想让自己纷繁复杂的思绪安静下来。”
又比方说，“我想忘记这一切。”
“我想从这个世界上消失。”
“我想感受痛苦。”
“我想被别人伤害。”
“我想变得快乐。”
……
现在，当她再次面临这个问题的时候，她觉得当时给出的答案中的其中一个很可能仍然正确。
她所记得的可不仅仅只有“结局”。她所经历的一切，她都记得。
那短暂人生中的大部分时光是快乐的，但就是如此，这个损失才显得尤为惨重。
还有负罪感……自己是将一切都夺走的人的这种感觉永远都将折磨着她。
“……”
她沉默不语，再次将视线投向前方。
你可以选择变得开心起来，但快乐并不是你应得的。
你也可以选择接受审判，但它让你感到恐惧。
当你身处这种两难的境地，你只会觉得自己实际上并没有选择权。
不过，假设你必须做出选择的话，假设你真能看到摆在你面前的是两条清晰但不同的道路，
而不是一条路蒙眼走到黑，这个时候……
你会做何选择？
前路不明的时代结束了。飘渺不定与悲天悯人的时代已是历史，由一位愚者一手造就的时代已经过去。
视野不再狭窄，飞过半边天的云也已变得稀薄。
星光黯淡了下来，阳光也不再明媚。
受束缚的她最大的心愿，便是在绝望的高崖之上饱受苦痛折磨，但这样的愿望并不会实现。
相反地，她得到了选择的权利。
因为这才是Arcaea想看到的。
她站起身，面前是一堵由玻璃筑成的高墙。墙上的碎片开始变得暗淡无光，
从中不再有记忆的片段显现。碎片现在所能映射的，便是她的脸庞。
她看着镜子里自己异色的双瞳，随后又看向她胸前镶着红边的花瓣……
她的左右两侧各有一条蜿蜒开来的小路。风从她身边拂过，从她的发间逃走。
她现在觉得自己焕然一新了。
像有人终于察觉了她，像有一只稳重的手轻轻搭在她的背上。
想要快乐并不是什么令人羞耻的事……
而感到悲伤也同样不是。
直视你的心，直面现实，然后做出选择，这样就好。
摩耶转身，向前迈出了第一步。
"..."
Maya pushes herself partway from the ground. She looks into the dot of far light, and no old memories
come to her. She turns her head to gaze behind, and the yawning maw where she stepped from only
minutes ago gazes back more dark than ever before. In that darkness, something glints now and then.
More glass, surely. She lies between, forced to think.
There is a choice.
There is a choice here.
Let easeful nothingness consume you, or welcome the frightening light.
Maya climbs to her knees and thinks on it.
Angrily, she mutters, "What do you want from me...? To face everything, or to go?"
Her question is answered with a question. Faintly, just faintly she can hear it:
What do you want?
To that...
...Once, at least, she thought she had answers.
I want to stop thinking, she'd thought.
I want to stop remembering.
I want to disappear.
I want to suffer.
I want to be hurt.
I want to be happy.
Now that she's been asked again, she finds one of these answers is likely still true.
Her memory is not only of the end. Everything she'd had in life is with her.
Most of that short life had been wonderful. Every happy moment added that much more weight
to the miserable loss.
And guilt... Guilt seems to eternally stain her for being the one to take it all away.
"..."
Silent, she looks ahead again.
Say that you have the chance to be happy, but don't deserve it.
Say that you have the chance to face judgment, but deeply fear it.
In that dilemma, you may not even feel you ought to have the right to choose.
But, still, say you came to a choice... To some miracle, where the future for you is presented as two clear
paths rather than having you blindly walk only one.
What then?
A nebulous age has passed. An age of uncertainty and empathy—an age brought about by a fool—is over.
Eyes are open, and what clouds flew under half the sky have thinned.
The stars have faded. The unseen sun's light has dimmed.
And what Maya wanted as she was bound – to be inflicted with pain at the precipice of despair – was
summarily rejected.
She was instead presented with a choice...
...for Arcaea wanted this.
She stands up to face a wall of glass. The shards comprising it have all gone black again; no memory is
cast out from any one of them. Instead, her own face stares back at her. She stares into her two-color eyes,
and those eyes drift to the red-bordered petals over her chest...
To her right lies one path, and to her left another. Wind passes over her, running through her hair.
Inside she feels...new.
As if someone has seen her. As if a steady hand has been placed at her back.
There isn't any shame in wanting to be happy...
And there isn't any shame in sadness.
Weigh your heart, weigh reality, and decide.
Maya turns, and begins to step forward.
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这并不寻常，我想你知道的。
这些身体……在那样一个易碎的、粗制滥造的地方……却神奇地并不真的易碎——或许正是因为造物主
对生命本身抱有那样的心愿……
无论如何，那位少女解体成千万缕碎片构成的丝线时，可以肯定的是，那并非一件寻常之事。
为了保证她从这个世界到那个世界后也仍然是“自己”……
Arcaea的来客，将“摩耶”分解成了最基本的组成部分……当然，她并没有被彻底销毁。
因为你要明白：每每由玻璃碎片制成的少女在离开Arcaea边界的时候，她们都会被撕裂或彻底解体，可
允许那种事发生？还是在那位少女身上？这实在不太可能。
因为神明的心愿，并不总是那么不堪一击。
……你还想加入那位少女的旅程吗？她现在已经到了一个更好的地方。
丝线交织、缠绕，而她仍然十分清醒。
到了更好的地方啊……
被色彩包裹，被感官所获……
摩耶自一片漆黑的天穹坠下，汇入琥珀色的河流之间。
碎片组成的“星团”通过那漆黑天空上的一扇门，落入一处安静宁和之地。她被轻柔地推过门扉，又在
完全来到另一侧时被毫不留情地关入其中。她于朱红色的地毯上重拾自己的思绪，又不安地躺在砾石之
上——悲剧中诞生的、具有双重色彩的少女啊。
瞧，她又哭了……
她睁开双眼，望向全然陌生的天花板，她的呼吸急促起来。她用自己的衣袖擦拭泪水，低声问道：“谁……
她到底是谁……”只可惜无人回应。她眼中和脑海里浮现出那位少女的身影。“……真是个……疯狂的……
可怕的女人……”她喃喃自语。
……
看来，少女虽然得救了，却心怀憎怨，不知感恩。不过，她也理应表达自己的感受，哪怕它们很多、很杂乱。
摩耶虽然不心怀感激，但她有自由的意志。但好奇之人：或许Arcaea会再次记录下她的意志，变得更加不心
怀感激起来，而她自己或许永远也不会知情。
摩耶撑起身子，最终站了起来。她来时听到身后的门锁上的声音，但她还是尝试去推开……门当然没有
如愿打开，所以她转而面向前方。前方还有另一扇门，可它并不似出口，而像是通往更深处去的甬道。
……她犹豫了，小心翼翼地盘算着。接着她迈出了第一步，第二步……最终推开了门扉。
It isn't usual, you know.
Those bodies there in that poorly-made place...they aren't too poorly-made themselves.
That may be from the creator's wish for life—
At any rate, when that girl fell apart into threads of glass, that was no usual thing.
In order to make sure that she remained "herself" from one world to the next...
Arcaea's visitor reduced "Maya" to her basic parts...she wasn't destroyed.
Listen. Are you worried that a girl made of glass, upon leaving Arcaea, will always split or shatter
upon reaching the world's boundary? It is deeply unlikely.
Wishes made by gods aren't so fragile.
...Would you like to join that girl again? After she fell into a better place.
As a spiral of threads, she still was very conscious.
In a better place...
Marked by color, and known by sense...
Maya fell down from a black sky run through with rivers of amber.
A spiral of glass threads passed through a gate in that sky, and down into a quiet place.
She was sent gently through a doorway and, ungently, the door shut closed behind her.
She came back together on a vermillion carpet, and uncomfortably laid across stone:
the two-colored girl born of tragedy.
Crying again...
Her eyes opened to an unknown ceiling; her breathing quickened.
She wiped her tears away with her sleeves and,
"Who...Who was that..."
she whispered—to no answer.
Her eyes and mind flashed with the visitor's image.
"...What kind of...crazy...awful woman..." she muttered.
...
It seemed that although she had been saved, this girl was very hateful and ingracious.
Though, her swirl of thoughts should be kept to her head.
While Maya is rude, her thoughts should be hers.
To the curious: perhaps Arcaea will be rude once more
and record her thoughts without her knowing again.
Maya pushed herself up and rose to her knees.
She had heard the door lock behind her, but she tried it anyway.
It did not open, and she faced forward instead.
Another door waited ahead: a way further in, rather than out.
...After some time thinking, she stepped forward, and opened that door.
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而另一边……
房间很温暖，她的双耳在静寂之中找到了舒适。
眼前是一个巨大的中庭。上方的天花板呈脊状排列，宛如某个巨人的骸骨，而她身旁矗立着几根粗犷而
威严的巨型柱子。摩耶莫名感到安心，却仍带着怀疑的目光盯着这一切。
她出声问道：这是什么地方，之前自天空而降的那个人现在又在哪里？
她一边嘟囔着，双脚也开始行走起来。
完美的世界里自然不存在尘埃，法则也并不存在亏缺和漏洞。
凡是该有归处的东西，都会有其归处。摩耶将发现许多来自其他地方的物件，在这个地方却不是随便乱
放的。它们都被悉心温柔地摆在每个地方。
因此，这个地方正是倒映着祂的心和爱的特殊的一隅。
雕像、书籍……
成排，乃至成箱的植物……
地球仪，以及其他悬挂着的或直立的物体——不属于这个世界的地图……
各种工具、器械像展品一样陈列着……
还有喷泉，甚至各种镜子……
各式各样，来自各地。
当摩耶的脚步声来到新的房间里时，她的声音回响在整个房间里：“庄园……？……可它是空的？”
她的声音清晰，标准，是一个刻意的试探。但貌似没有人在场，没有任何被听见的可能。
巨幅的肖像、油画——她能找到的任何墙上都挂满了各种作品。她走过的每个大厅和房间都挂满了她不
熟悉的物件，但这些画布依然不断吸引着她的注意力。
最终，在一幅白色沙海的画像前，她停了下来。
她盯着它……不是因为它看起来很熟悉。
她似乎很想试一下，于是她便伸出手去触碰那奇特的布料。
在她触碰之下，影像开始在指尖泛起涟漪，如同触碰水中倒影一般，但她的手指却无法穿过。
……分明是毫无分量的试探，但被拒绝的感觉却如一头凶猛的猛兽。
通道似乎只为房子的主人开启……
摩耶皱了皱眉，不知晓发生了什么，只好继续向前走。
她穿过空荡荡的大厅——偶尔有薄纱般的幽灵穿过其间，引起她的注意，让她停下脚步……
有时，远处的声音从远处传来，落脚在她的耳间。但在她来得及转身猜测来源之前，她的耳朵却又失去
了它，重归静寂之中……
她游荡着，流浪着，不断寻找更多。这样一个古典而并蓄的世界里，来自外界的事物并不是为了“收藏”，
而是被悉心照料、精心摆放起来。
……最后她还是拿走了一本空白的日志，最后她还是拿走了一支看上去已经装满墨水的羽毛笔。
她坐在漂亮的椅子上，外面是恒久不变的鎏金与乌黑的光线，从这位女主人宫殿的众多窗户倾洒进来……
摩耶开始书写。
//摩耶，壹。// 她写道。
// 刚醒来的时候，我便确信自己已经死去，但现在我却开始怀疑这一点。或者，更确切地说，我开始觉得
我或许又奇迹般地活了过来。
我醒来的地方……是个叫做Arcaea的地方，但现在我却不在那里。Arcaea或许是一个残酷而奇异的世界，
但我相信至少那里要比现在我所在的这个世界——她/祂的世界，更有潜力。
潜力永远都是希望的种子，而种子发芽，鲜花盛开之时，便是未来。//
// 我的名字……兴许是「摩耶」。不，我并不信仰祂。// 她写道。
// 如果有人哪天发现了这本日志：它存在的意义便是你。我会告诉你一切我所发现的事。//
On the other side...
The room was warm, and the quiet suited her ears.
A vast atrium. Above, the ceiling was ridged like the bones of a dead giant, and austere columns
large and domineering stood beside her.
Though feeling at ease, Maya looked at it all with clear skepticism.
She asked aloud: What kind of place was this, and where was the woman who had come from the sky?
Muttering about all that, she began to wander.
There's no dust in a perfect world, and no lack of order.
Everything that should have a place, has one. Maya would find that things from other places
are not dropped any "where" in this place, they are put down, warmly.
So, this place reflected the heart and love of God.
Statues and tomes...
Plants in rows, others in cases...
Globes, and other hanging or standing shapes—maps, of other places...
Tools and machines, displaying...
Fountains and mirrors...
A lot of things, and certainly not from one place.
As Maya's footsteps rang out long through the new room, she announced: "A manor...? ...It's empty?"
A standard voice. A test. But, it seemed that there was nobody there to hear.
Vast portraits, paintings—representations were hanging on half the walls she could find.
More baubles unfamiliar to her were in every hall and room she visited,
but the canvases continued to draw her attention.
At one—a portrait of a white sand sea—she stopped.
She stared... It wasn't that it was very familiar.
She seemed to want to test it, as shortly she reached out and touched its canvas.
At touch, the image rippled at her fingertips like touching a water reflection.
But, her fingers would not pass through.
...Nor a stone weight she hurled at the canvas, like a brute.
That gateway is only for the master of the house...
Grimacing and not knowing this, Maya moved on.
Through empty halls, where now and then the half-sight of gossamer phantoms stepping past
stopped her as they caught her eye...
Where a distant voice could sometimes be heard, shortly dissolving into silence
before she could even turn to guess at a source...
She wandered, seeking more, in a classical and eclectic world not "collected" from other places—but curated.
...Eventually she stole an empty journal. Eventually she stole a plume pen, seemingly full of infinite ink.
Sat on a pretty chair and by the unchanging gold and black light of the outside,
coming in from the many windows of the woman's manor...
Maya began to write.
// Maya, 1. // she wrote.
// When I first woke up, I was sure that I'd died, but I'm beginning to question the notion that I ever did.
Or, rather, I may more accurately be alive again.
Where I woke was a place called Arcaea, and Arcaea isn't where here is.
While Arcaea may be a cruel and strange place, I believe it is a world with more potential than this woman's.
And potential is the seed of hope—its blossom, the future. //
// My name seems to be Maya. I don't believe in God, // she wrote.
// For the one who might find this: I'll write down all that I know, for you. //
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……所以，摩耶貌似希望她的想法被别人所知？看起来她的确有所成长。
……那便如此吧。
看来，摩耶不仅想起了自从她在Arcaea醒来后所发生的一切，她还想起了在那之前所发生的一切。
她想起了她已经失去的所有从前的朋友。
其中的一个记忆：
一本小小的纸质书：没落于时代和社会的进步，但她就是喜欢那种特别的触感——况且对她来说，“小众”
和“不同”反而是加分项。在十二岁的小小年纪，她便享受着军装给她带来的与众不同的快感。她对自己
的很多方面感到十分得意——但阅读纸质书能给她带来的满足感绝非是随便一件小事就能与其相比的。有
一天她正坐在靠椅上读着书时，她的朋友不禁问道：
“你到底都是从哪里弄来这些东西的？”
一间小店，一个老人家，店里那些上了年头的东西……她想起来了。
可她还是无法永远记得。于是，她最终还是遗忘了这一切；于是，她再次站起身，继续在这个世界上行走。
日子一天天过去，日志中布满字迹的页面也一张张变多。起初，这些都是关于她的故事：从第一次生命，
到第二次生命，再到这里。然后之后的最后几条记录却与她在神殿中遇到的种种奇特的奥秘有关……
//摩耶，捌。//
// 现在我想，即使自己再不情愿，再感到恼火，我也不得不接受魔法真的可能是存在的这一事实了。
如果这不叫魔法的话，叫它能量的奇迹也可以，它甚至可以是“神明”的神力所现——
诡异的通道、近乎可见但仍无法感知到的幻影、凭空悬吊在半空的灯光，以及这个地方难以置信的面积——
它甚至或许还在不断扩展。//
//——我无法轻易相信来世。
我已死去，这点完全是肯定的。我知道我那时的感受，也知道这一切都是我的错。
考虑到这一点，以及我的死亡——
考虑到我照镜子时看到的完全陌生的面孔和双眼——
这是一个简单的事实：我现在看起来与生前大不相同了。
可这一切都好似于事无补，因为我最初写下的记忆已经开始从我的脑海中消逝。//
// 如果将我困住我的那个女人并非如她所言——是所谓的「神」，那她会不会是一个扭曲的天使？她会不
会是死神？那可真是恶毒啊。
这里难道就是她的家？可这里为什么没有任何印着她自己样貌的照片或肖像？
而且，如果这便是来世，那 //
她停下了笔。她从日记本上抬起头，透过头顶上方的一扇小小的圆形窗户望去。
她不禁想……
如果这真的是「来世」……
如果我没有就那样孤独地死去……
我会不会就不会像现在这样孤独地来到这里？
如果我并不是孤独地死去，我的“声音”说不定早已布满了星辰。
……她曾经是军人，曾经是“读心者”。没错，她曾经跟许多人都建立了所谓的链接——但他们最终都
死去了。
因此现在……
她眯起眼睛，将目光只聚焦在上方的窗户上，在心里朝远处的天穹呼唤。
一个信号，一则讯息，犹豫但清晰：“有人在吗？”
这回，有什么人的声音回答了。
是一个少女的声音，自她的骨髓深处轻轻响起：
“我……我在。你、你是谁……？”
...So Maya seemed to wish for her thoughts to be known? She has grown, it seems.
...So be it.
Maya did not only think of what had happened to her since her arrival to Arcaea,
she thought about what had come before.
She thought about the friends she had lost.
One memory:
A small, physical, book: out of fashion, yet Maya loved the tactile sensation—and she liked to be different.
At twelve years old, feeling unique even while in uniform was special to her.
She was proud of herself for many things, but this—reading a book
within her hands—was a particular point.
While reading, a friend of hers approached the chair she was resting in and asked—
"Where do you get those, anyway?"
A small shop, an older woman, and old things—remembering this...
She began to forget all of it. She picked herself up, then, and continued on through the world.
More days went on, more entries were entered into the book. At first, her history: from her first life,
to second, to capture. Her last few entries however concerned the mysteries
she had come across within the halls of God...
// Maya, 8. //
// I must begrudgingly and with great irritation accept at this point that magic is real.
Or, call it magic, call it miracles or power, call it even acts of "gods"—
Tricking pathways and almost-seen phantoms, lights that hang in the air from nothing, and this place's
impossible size. It might be growing. //
// —I can't easily believe in a life after.
It is a complete certainty that I died. I know what I feel, and I know that it was my fault.
Given this, and my death—
Given the new face and eyes which met me upon viewing my reflection—
it's a simple fact: I look very different now.
None of this is helped in that the memories which I wrote down to begin with
have begun fading from my head. //
// If the woman who trapped me was not a god as she claimed, was she instead a twisted angel?
Was she perhaps a reaper? Moronic.
Is this her home? Why does she carry no pictures or portraits with her own face?
And, if this is an afterlife then //
Her pen stopped. She looked up from her journal and through a small and circular window above her.
She thought...
If this truly is an "after" life...
If I did not die alone...
Would I ever be alone here? Well:
I didn't die alone, and my "voice" reaches beyond the stars.
...She was once military, once a "psychic".
Yes, she'd once shared a connection with many others—who have since died.
So, now...
Narrowing her eyes, she focused her gaze through the window above, and she called out
through that sky with her mind.
A hesitant message: "Is anyone there?"
...
And, there was a reply.
Another girl's reply, landing softly inside of her skull:
"I...am. Who... Who are you...?"
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“你真的能听到我吗！？”摩耶自空中传播的“声音”十分响亮，无论是谁听到都肯定会吓一跳。
而对方确实吓了一跳，可随后，她回答道：“等等，这不只是……！？这……这不只是我的幻觉……！？
天啊……！”
“太好了……太好了……！”摩耶不断重复道。“太好了……”她大声喊道，已经分不清这是她心底里
的呐喊，还是肺里早已稀薄的空气。“谢谢……太好了……太好了……”她又哭了起来。
“你……你在哭吗……？”
“……”
……而摩耶的回答只有抽泣。
……
两人之间沉默了好一会儿……
直到另一个声音终于问她：“你……绝对是真实存在的，对吧？”
“当然，”摩耶回答道。“你……你叫什么名字？”
“啊——名字……？”
“你的……等级和职务——哦，不对，不好意思，我是说——你军衔的样式，你还记得吗？”摩耶的声音
里充满着严肃与认真。
“‘军衔’？”那位少女重复道，她自己困惑在两人的思绪中交织。摩耶感觉好像有一只冰冷的手慢慢
地握住了她胸口的心脏……
另一个少女，她不记得了。
思绪上，二人的联结还在——但这个少女并不“记得”……意识到这一点，承认了这一点……
摩耶的脸颊划开了一道细小的裂痕。
……可是不知是愚蠢还是天真，摩耶并没有停止尝试。
“那——那个帝国……你听过吗？”摩耶问道，声音有些颤抖。
“帝国吗……我应该……通过回忆看到过……一些？”
“那你还记得……NMPGM吗？”
“是一个东西的缩写吗？……我没有印象了，实在抱歉。”
“没……没关系。”摩耶假装并不在意，“那我……没事。”
她的思绪翻涌不止：啊，我们都是读心者；啊，我们可以相互交谈；
啊哈哈哈，她什么都不记得了——在我害死她之后……
“等、等下！别着急……！在Arcaea里的人们，她们、她们是保留不了自、自己的记忆的！”对方的声
音突然变得……笃定了起来，“……一般来说是这样。我们倒是……倒是见过一个记得一点点之前发生
过的事的人。”
“‘见过’……”
“你……你在Arcaea吗？我们去找你好不好！？”
“我——”她摇摇头，心突然砰砰直跳，她脸上的裂痕变得更长了，她的思绪也因此停滞了下来。某件事
忽然再度闪回她的脑海——那段信任了没见过面孔的声音的回忆。
信任。
但她觉得她不该……不该就这样信任的。
……可是，她想这么做。她仍然想这么做。
“我叫摩耶……”摩耶隔着大气说道，舌头感觉像被刀子割了一般，“你……你记得自己的名字吗？”
另一端，那个女孩的声音略显迟疑，但她还是回答了：“我……有人、有人跟我说过……不要轻易把我
的名字……告诉任何人……”
摩耶苦笑了一下，才回答道：“哈哈……是……是的……我想你确实不应该轻易就相信别人。”
“……不过，我倒是想这样做。”
“……欸？”
“我想要信任你……毕竟交流才能够让我们相互了解。”
“……”
“……你……还在吗？”
“嗯，”摩耶回答道，“我觉得你有这样的想法……挺好的。”
“呃……啊……话说……”对方的声音迟疑不断。摩耶吸进一口气再将其呼出，将自己的腰背挺直了些。
“那你现在如何？在Arcaea……”摩耶问道，“你感觉还好吗？”
“嗯……！那你……你呢？你感觉还好吗……？”
“我吗，”摩耶回答道，嘴角仍然上扬着，“不，一点都不好。”
……但另一处的那位少女并未就此罢休。温柔地，毫无疑问地温柔地，她不断地追问着。她得知了那个
坠落至Arcaea外的少女，而摩耶也得知了那个身份不祥的伙伴就是导致对方死去的罪魁祸首。
尽管如此她仍缠着摩耶不放……或许是有些不依不饶了，又或许正是出于那挥之不去的愧疚感……
……摩耶的回复开始逐渐变得温暖起来，并且愈发如此。
在神明静寂的殿堂中……
摩耶再一次提笔，翻开了新的一页。
"You can actually hear me!?" The "voice" that Maya sent out through the skies was a loud one.
The one on the receiving end must have flinched to hear it.
After assuredly flinching, the other replied: "This isn't just..!? I'm...I'm not just...imagining this!? Oh...!"
"Yes...Yes...!" Maya repeated. "Yes..." aloud, she said it. With her heart, with her throat.
"Thank y... Yes...yes..." ...She began to cry again.
"You're...You're crying...?"
"..."
...Maya sobbed for her answer.
Silence stretched between them for some time...
The other voice eventually asked her, "You're...definitely real, right?"
"I am," answered Maya. "What's your... What is your name?"
"Ah—name...?"
"Your...rank and desig—Mm, your insignia? Sorry," Maya asked properly.
"'Insignia'?" the other girl repeated, and her confusion was shared across their thoughts.
In Maya's chest, a cold hand began to slowly close its fingers around her heart...
The other girl did not remember.
The bond of the mind was there—but this girl did not "remember"...Realizing that, acknowledging that...
...a small crack appeared on Maya's cheek.
...Foolishly, Maya tried again.
"Th—The...Imperium, do you know it?" asked Maya, with a shaking inner voice.
"I may have...seen a few...empires, in memories...?"
"Do you remember the...NMPGM?"
"Is that an acronym? ...I'm sorry, I don't know."
"That's...That's okay," lied Maya. "I'll... It's okay."
Her thoughts turned over themselves. Ah, we're both psychics. Ah, we can speak.
Ah, ha ha ha: she doesn't remember...after I got her killed—
"Wait! D-Don't...Don't panic! People in Arcaea, they—they d-d-don't keep their memories!"
The voice suddenly...insisted this. "...Usually. We've...met one person who...remembers some things."
"'Met'..."
"Are you in Arcaea...? Can we find you!?"
"I'm—" she shook her head, and her thoughts stopped as her heart rate began sharply rising up;
as the crack on her face lengthened. Something had flashed back into her head—
the memory of trusting a voice without a face.
Trust.
She felt that she couldn't—shouldn't trust.
...And still, she wanted to.
"I'm Maya..." said Maya through the air, feeling like a knife had caught her tongue. "Do you...have a name?"
Hesitantly, the other replied, "I...I-I-I've been told not to give out my name...easily..."
And a bitter smile found its way on Maya's face as she sent back her answer:
"Ha...haha... Yes... You shouldn't trust easily."
"...I want to, though."
"...Hm?"
"I want to trust you... communication is how we understand one another."
"..."
"Are you...still there?"
"Yeah," Maya replied. "And I think that's good...how you think."
"Um, uh...um..." the other voice stammered. Maya breathed in, and exhaled. She straightened her back.
"You're alright, then?" asked Maya. "In Arcaea..."
"Yes...! Are...Are you alright...?"
"Oh," Maya replied, her smile still there on her face. "No. Not at all."
...But the other girl didn't leave it at that. Gently, surely gently, she pestered.
She learned about this girl who had fallen out of Arcaea. Maya, too, learned about the unclear peer of hers
who she must have caused the death of.
She pestered Maya on and on in spite—or even perhaps because of the sentiments of "guilt"
that continually came back...
...until Maya's returning thoughts had become just a little warmer, and a little warmer still, each time.
In the quiet halls of God...
In time, Maya opened her book again, and again lifted her pen.
23-5
前置条件：完成23-4
解锁条件：通过No Way Back
// 摩耶，肆拾贰。//
//现在我可以肯定：这个地方的时间流逝的速度本身，以及和Arcaea世界时间流逝的关系均似乎有些诡异。
简而言之，我怀疑自己的声音正以某种方式“回传”至我的朋友，而她那边“时间”的流逝尺度与我这里
并不一致。有时，这里的一小时相当于她那里的整日，但有时，她那里的一分钟却相当于我的一小时。对
她而言，世界崩塌与光线倾泻的景象就发生在不久之前，但对我来说，那已是相当久远的往事。
然而，当我们能够相互感知到彼此的声音时，我们之间的对话却又不会随着时间流逝而延展。
这听起来很像时间膨胀。//
//但更重要的是——我的猜想并未出错：Arcaea开始有了天气这种东西。既然我是在被掳走后才与她“相
遇”，那她的声音，她的呼唤……是否来自“未来”？Arcaea又将会如何改变？
至于那个奇怪的人：她将我带到这里之前曾略微提及她的远大志向——她认为Arcaea已然崩坏，而她要将
其亲手修复，她能够将其亲手修复。所以所谓“天气”的出现，是否真就能让那个世界变得更加“自然”呢？
——我不能就这么轻易相信她。//
//她说话的方式和语气，就好像之前就认得我一样——即使她根本就是来自很远很远的地方的人。她是不
是有什么执念或者妄想？
我的文笔是否过于繁重？当我更小的时候，更有活力的时候，我是否如此？每每回到家乡，我便常常扪
心自问：我是不是有些过于矫揉造作？当然，也有可能是我的文笔太干瘪，才会像干柴容易被火星点燃
一般//
摩耶在殿堂中徘徊时，一个念头突然从另一处浮现出来：
“嘿摩耶！你猜怎么着？”
“……她让你领航了吗？”
“是的是的，她真的让我领航了——真的！好开心哇！”听到这个念头的时候，摩耶收起了笔，不禁笑了。
如今，她们保持着密切的联系。摩耶不断给对方分享自己到了何处，发现了什么，而另一个少女则持续
向她汇报Arcaea的最新动向。
又一天。
“摩耶摩耶，我好奇你每次说幻影的时候，你是指的鬼魂那种东西吗……？”
“我其实指的更多是……类似‘海市蜃楼’般让你不确定自己看到的是不是真的的东西。”
“喔喔！海市蜃楼嘛！”
“嗯。”
而在早些时候的某天：
“摩耶！！”
“怎么了？”
“河床……在不断消失！有什么东西在填满它！”
又是另一天……
“摩耶……！”
“啥——”
“没、没什么事。我就是想聊聊天。”
“好，说吧。”
又是一天……
“摩耶，她好烦啊！”
“嗯……那为什么还要继续理她呢？”
“啊……！咳嗯……我、我不知……我不喜欢——我不喜欢自己一个人待着，很孤单。但是……！但是
不完全是因为这个！不要再让我难堪了啦！”
“没有那个意思，只是觉得你很可爱。”
“嗷嗷！求求了……”
“摩耶！”
“嗯。”
“你在吗？”
“摩耶！！”
“怎么啦？”
“听我说，听我说，摩耶！”
“摩耶，你最近怎么样啊？”
“话说，我近来发现个趣事……”
……
这一切都太过于眼熟了。对于摩耶来说，她开始笑的那一刻——恐惧也就再度浮现了。
但那毕竟也只是情绪，而单纯的情绪并不会对现实世界造成什么“现实”的影响。
在她考虑这些的时候……
裂痕沿着她的手臂蔓延开来。她行走时，玻璃碎屑沿着她的身体不断落下。
// Maya, 42. //
// I can certainly confirm it by now: the flow of time from here and in relation to Arcaea seems to be strange.
In simplest terms I suspect that my voice is somehow calling "back" to my friend,
and that "time" progression on her side is set at an inconsistent scale to mine.
Sometimes an hour here is a day there, but in other times a minute instead is an hour.
To her, the world breaking apart and lights cascading was recent.
For me, it was quite some time ago.
However: as our voices meet, that conversation will not be stretched through time.
It reminds me of time dilation. //
// More importantly—I was right: weather has begun in Arcaea. So, now that she and I have "met"
roughly from when I was taken, her voice may now call to me from "the future"?
How will Arcaea change?
As for that strange woman: she had spoken a little of her ambition before taking me here.
She mentioned how Arcaea was broken, and that her hands could right it.
Does "weather" make that world more "natural"?
—I can't easily believe her. //
// The woman spoke like she knew me—from at a distance. She may have obsessions, delusions.
Is my writing too elaborate? When I was younger—alive? When I was back home, I would sometimes wonder,
"Am I very pretentious?" Maybe my writing is so dry it's at risk of starting a fire. //
A thought came out from another side as Maya wandered the halls:
"Maya! Guess what?"
"She let you lead one of your trips?"
"She let me lead—oh wow! Yes!" Receiving that thought, Maya put away her pen and smiled.
Correspondence between them was regular now. Maya shared what she learned about where
she had been taken, and her other half kept her up to date on the goings on in Arcaea.
On another day:
"Hey Maya, when you say phantoms, do you mean they're ghosts...?"
"I mean more like...like images you aren't sure you're seeing: they're like mirages."
"Oh! Mirages!"
"Mhm."
On an earlier day:
"Maya!!"
"What's up?"
"The lakebed...is filling!"
And another day...
"Maya...!"
"Mhm."
"Nothing really is...Nothing's happening. I want to talk, though."
"Then let's talk."
And another...
"She's so annoying, Maya!"
"Yeah...Why do you stay with her?"
"Uh...! Um...I I don't...I don't like...being alone. Though...! Though that's not the whole reason! Don't tease me!"
"I didn't. I think that's cute."
"Nooo! Come on..."
"Maya!"
"Hey."
"You there?"
"Maya!!"
"What's up?"
"Listen, listen, Maya!"
"Maya, how are you doing?"
"Ohh, I found something interesting actually..."
...
It was all too familiar. For Maya, as she began to smile—her fear began to set upon her again.
But surely feelings are only those. Feelings don't make anything "real" in a real world.
As she considered this...
Cracks along her arm proceeded. Glass dust dropped from her as she walked.
23-6
// 摩耶，壹佰零捌。//
//你或许会感到很惊讶——为什么我仍然记得自己的名字。那是因为我每天都在记录东西，将我的名字写
下——即便我现在只剩一只手臂，但这只代表着写字与记录变得更难了，而不意味着就此放弃。
留给我的时间不多了。
我反复回看自己所写下的东西，并将其不断与我的所见所闻对比。但我为何不断虚弱衰败，我不得而知。
那些“幻影”与我并不相同，它们不会崩解，所以我“存在”的本质可能更接近于此，而非是因为那个女
人的所作所为。那个女人，她视我为珍宝，所以当她最终归来，却发现我已经化作尘土时，想必应该会心
碎不已吧。
嗯，只是一团玻璃碎屑罢了。
——维塔，有些话我想跟你说。
我倒是很清楚地记得你。//
……摩耶的故事便该终结了，很快，很快。
崩溃，遗忘……老实说，事实是如此悲剧荒诞，即使是神也不可能预料到这一点。
但，那位少女说的没错……
她现在只是碎片和记忆回响的产物，并在早前被带出了Arcaea。
她只是一缕残片，再无更多。
……而在另一处：
其他碎片漂浮在一片幽暗之中。
在黑暗之中，在世界的深处……
一个名叫维塔的少女正用自己的双手捧着什么。
接着，她小心翼翼地将它收了起来。她抬头望向她所在的这片漆黑的大地。
……她已经好几天都没有听见朋友的声音了。
维塔这几天来一直在说服自己：摩耶只是需要一点时间调整一下，毕竟最近她的回复都是轻柔的安抚。
但事实却是……摩耶正在消逝。
所以，如果她无法再听到那个声音……
如果她无法再听到任何声音……
那这便是无情而绝望的事实本身了。
不——但她如此想到。
不可能是她想的那样。这不可能便是事实——她只需要在另一端相信，便足够了，这便足够了。
即使这再荒唐，Arcaea也会听见。
心愿，即使埋在心中，从未说出口，也足够了……
本为一体的两颗心终会相遇——在心灵天生的联结中重逢。
上古之力的体现，静默神明的不忍——摩耶与维塔啊，又有谁听见了你们……
而现在，便交由对方来继续书写这段佳话吧。
// Maya, 108. //
// It may surprise you: I still remember my name. I write it every day, after all—even with one arm remaining.
That only makes writing difficult.
I don't have long.
I've researched what I myself have written down repeatedly, testing against what I can see around me.
But, my failing form remains a mystery.
"Phantoms" are unlike me: not falling apart; this may be a condition of what I "am"—
not an act of that woman. That woman finds me precious; she'll likely be upset to find me as dust when she returns.
Glass dust. Hm.
—I have something to say to you, Vita.
You, I can remember very clearly. //
...Maya's story is to end, and soon.
Falling apart and forgetting... In truth, with such impossibly tragic circumstances:
God could not have predicted this.
But, the girl is right...
What she is is glass and lingering memory, taken outside of Arcaea.
A fragment. Nothing more.
...In another place:
Other fragments drift within some gloom.
Within the dark, and underneath the world.
A girl named Vita holds something between her hands.
And, she carefully puts it away. She looks up and into a darkened landscape.
...She hasn't heard the voice of her friend in many days.
Vita had told her that she needed to take care of herself and only received light reassurance in reply.
But...Maya was fading.
So, if she can't hear that voice ever again...
If she can't hear another voice ever again...
Then that is reality: despairing.
—She thinks: no.
It can't be. And it won't. Believing that, in another place—that alone is enough.
Though this is absurd: Arcaea will hear it.
An unsaid wish is enough...
Two hearts, one, will meet by heart—with the help of an innate connection of mind.
This is old power, and also the sympathy of a quiet god. Maya, Vita: another hears you both...
Now, let another tell her tale.
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前置条件：完成23-6
解锁条件：通过Undying Macula
两地间的广阔天地，
随心愿低语而踏入。
呼唤将超越那星辰，
由心灵与思绪聆听。
转瞬之间，灵魂消逝，
坠落，翻滚，穿过崭新的太虚。
渴望再度听闻友人的声音，维塔的灵魂自自己的躯体飘离而去。
炽烈的白光在她周围汹涌翻腾。她试图保持镇定，却感觉重力紧紧攫着她的躯体。
两个世界的边界在此激烈碰撞，她的意识也随之剧烈震颤。
然而随着时间流逝……
……混乱逐渐平息下来。她虚幻的身躯如今置身于全新的“黑暗”之中。这片有着宇宙漆黑的暗令人熟
悉，她能在此看见其他时空，看见新生的白皙星辰；她能看见遥远星域中流转的存在，能看见一个看似
完美而遥远的世界散发出的光晕。而在那光芒之前——
有位少女。
只剩一只手的少女——
一个有着双色头发与眼眸的少女，和她是那么的相似——
摩耶飘浮在黑暗之中，几近支离破碎。
“摩耶！”维塔高喊道，从未如此笃定。霎时，一种既熟悉又陌生的色彩将她笼罩。目睹着这色彩，感
受着这色彩，维塔浑身颤栗，凛寒刺骨。
她举起自己半透明的手。
色彩缠绕她的指尖，盘上她的手臂与脖颈，用力拉扯着。她咬紧牙关，拼命往前挣脱。
摩耶向她伸出了手。
光影在女孩间飞舞，涤尽所有色彩。而她们的手终还是稳稳相触了，就好像真实存在般。
维塔感到了自己的心跳，还有摩耶的搏动。
浩瀚无垠的星辰间，她们在死寂中相拥。
可事实终究无法忤逆。
又一则故事要迎来终点了，维塔十分明白。
“有趣，真是有趣，”摩耶气若游丝，干巴巴地说道，“到了这种时候，人反而会想起来所有自己曾经
忘记的事……”
“摩耶，你现在这样……”维塔问道，“是……是她干的吗？”她看向少女支离破碎的肢体。
摩耶摇了摇头。“事已至此，如此而已，”她说道，“……抱歉，又给你添了段悲伤的回忆。”
“……”
“那你现在想怎么做？”摩耶问道。
“即使是现在，你还是不够关心自己吗，”维塔回道。
“嗯……或许吧。但你还没有回答我？”
“我？我想怎么做……？我……我也不知道……我并不……”她顿住了，缓缓将目光挪到朋友身上，
“我甚至不知道自己为什么要试着找到你。”
于是摩耶恳求维塔暂时放开她。只见她颤抖着，手移到身侧……然后捧出了一本厚厚的日志。“你是说，
为了这个吗？”摩耶打趣道，只是话语中流露着些许哀伤。
“我不是为了这个。”维塔的回答干瘪而无奈。
“那么你现在应该这么做。”摩耶笑着回应道。
“我或许是希望能够救你……”维塔回答道，摩耶则收起了笑容。“我也不想失去你。”
“……”
“你的意思是……？“
“我们聊过的，维塔——”摩耶开口道，维塔反射性地皱了皱眉。“对于对方而言，我们都是什么，你还
记得吗？”
“‘记得’……一点都不有趣。”
“是啊，我当然明白……”
维塔安静了下来，摩耶也一样……
“倘若我的记忆能借由你延续下去，”摩耶说，“那么因为你，我便不会消逝。”
维塔问道，声音微小到几乎听不见：“……没有它后，你便会彻底消散吗？”
最终，摩耶缓缓点了点头。
“我……我应该答应吗？”
“……维塔……”
“……不，我明白的。”维塔说，同时她对自己也深信不疑。她再次说道：“我明白的。”
维塔也抓住了那本本子，二人将摩耶的日志一同捧在中间。
不疾不徐，维塔点了下头。
“……摩耶，”她回应道，“我们一起。”
话音未落……
记忆便开始在二人之间流转。
An expanse between places,
entered at the utterance of a wish.
A call beyond the stars,
heard with heart and mind.
And in a moment the loss of a soul.
A soul sent tumbling through new ether.
Wanting to hear the voice of her friend again, Vita's soul is sent away from her body.
A fierce blaze of white drives around her. She tries to hold steady, but it feels like weight and gravity
are gripping at her form.
The tumult of borders of two places clash upon her and her mind quakes.
But, in time...
...the chaos quiets down. Her ephemeral body finds itself in a new "dark". A space-like dark, familiar.
She can see other places here, and new and white stars:
she can see the shifting existence of faraway expanses.
She can see the light of a seemingly perfect and distant world.
And before it—
A girl with one hand left—
A girl with two colored hair and eyes, akin to hers—
Maya drifts, almost shattered, in the dark there.
Vita shouts, firmly, "Maya!" and there, and suddenly, a familiar and unknowable color surrounds her
and to see it, to feel it, Vita shivers and goes cold.
She lifts her translucent hand.
The color wraps her fingers. It winds her arm and neck and tugs. She tugs herself forward, gnashing her teeth.
And, Maya reaches back.
Light and shadow fly between the girls, and dashes all color out and, steady, their hands meet: like it's real.
Vita can feel her heart beating, and Maya's.
Between the stars, they pull together and hold one another in the silence.
It's true.
Another story is about to end, and Vita knows it well.
"Funny, that," Maya whispers with a dry voice. "Once you got here, I remembered everything I'd ever forgot..."
"Maya," Vita answers, "did...did that woman do this to you?" She asks this,
looking down at the other girl's fractured body.
Maya shakes her head. "It's circumstances," she remarks, "that's it...
And I'm sorry to add another sad story to yours."
"..."
"What are you going to do now?" Maya asks.
"You still don't worry enough about yourself," Vita replies.
"Sure... Hey, answer me?"
"About what I'll do...? I...don't know. I don't..." she pauses, and slowly brings her eyes to her friend's.
"I don't know why I even tried to find you."
Maya bids Vita to briefly let her go. Shaking, Maya brings her hand to her side...and presents a tome.
"For this?" asks Maya with sad humor.
"I wasn't," Vita says flatly.
"You should have," Maya replies, smiling.
"Maybe it was to save you..." Vita answers, and Maya loses her smile. "I didn't want to lose you, too."
"..."
"Then you won't. Shall I let you save me?"
"What...do you mean?"
"We've talked about this, Vita—" Maya answers, and Vita winces. "What we are to each other. You remember?"
"'Remember', that...isn't funny."
"No, it isn't at all..."
Vita is quiet. Maya is quiet a while...
"If what memory I have can be carried on through you," says Maya, "with you, I wouldn't fade away."
Whispering, Vita asks, "...Are you going to fall apart without that?"
Slowly, Maya nods.
"Am I...supposed to accept that?"
"...Vita..."
"...No, I understand." Vita says this, and she affirms it too in herself. She repeats: "I understand."
Vita...grabs a hold of the tome as well, and they each hold Maya's journal between them.
Steady, Vita nods once.
"...Maya," she answers. "I'll bring you with me."
And as she says this...
...memory begins to twist around them.
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前置条件：完成23-7
解锁条件：通过Undying Macula
这是摩耶对维塔说的。
“不要再哭了。你不能就这样一直哭下去。”
这是维塔对摩耶说的。
“太不公平了，太蠢了——不要再用这种部队里才用的蠢话来应付我。”
但摩耶继续说道……
“……哈哈， 你也这么觉得吗？想想确实挺蠢的。”
而维塔也继续说道……
“一直都是。”
但她们能捕捉到的话语越来越稀薄。
谁人的声音被听见了。
“我仍记得。”
“我仍然……仍然厌恶……厌恶自己一直哭个不停啊。”
“我只是感觉很糟糕……如此而已。”
谁人的感受被感知到了。
不……没关系。没关系的，我不是孤身一人。
摩耶……你会没事的。
维塔……嗯，能最终成为你，我很高兴。
遥远的星星在远处闪了一下：这一处，另一处，再另一处。
水晶般的花瓣自摩耶的躯体内绽放开来，光芒自她躯体的裂隙中徐徐淌出。
两位少女闭上了双眼。
摩耶的记忆——属于维塔的记忆，就此开始交融。
纷杂混乱的世界，神圣的造物充满了怪诞和诡异的恐惧……
一切都在她们之间戛然而止。
这便是这个故事从始至终所发生的一切：
诞生于星际航行的世界，生而为天赋异禀之人；
被培养成为国效劳的精英，成为掌管无数航线之人。
在蒙昧中成长的维塔，因为听信不该被信任的声音开启了航道，从而走向了生命的终点。
死亡，死亡。崭新的、白色的疆界，让这破碎世界的缺陷再度浮现。
由扭曲之心铸就而成的畸形之物——Arcaea夺走了她的记忆，却无法彻底驱散它们。
那些记忆久了便开始感知，开始思考，开始散发出痛苦的光芒。
而理所当然地，Arcaea便开始以玻璃之驱，为其提供庇护。
那另一副躯体在另一处苏醒过来，独立于维塔之外。它带着当初催生它的相同情感醒来，并因此承受着
痛苦。
摩耶的记忆……
与维塔的记忆如出一辙。
那色彩再度在她们周围流转，被光芒流淌着带走。
更多花朵自摩耶的躯体形成、绽放——
而环绕着她们的世界，也开始急促地倾转。
摩耶和维塔纷纷睁开双眼，刺目的光流迎面扑来，而维塔的另一只手向前探去，紧紧抓住摩耶的肩膀。
二人所在的空间开始崩塌撕裂时，她再次将她拥入怀中。
光与声如潮水般将她们淹没，维塔的灵魂再度被拖回了那碎片的世界中去。她眯起双眼，紧紧抓着那另
一半——
——她的目光牢牢固定在摩耶的微笑上，而她的另一半身体也开始碎裂崩解。玻璃碎片不断反射、闪烁，
追随着她们的旅程。
星辰仍在嘶鸣掠过，直到撕裂的宇宙声响将一切骤然归于寂静。维塔紧握，再紧握，直至再无可握之物。
在那另一个世界里，殿堂与长廊再度归于沉寂。
维塔睁开了双眼——脑海与心间充盈交织着新与旧的回忆。
回来了，Arcaea。
还是漆黑一团……维塔让自己成为这扭曲世界的中心。
她举起了自己手中的本子。
“……”
她将本子平摊在身前，翻开至拯中间那片崭新的空白书页。她凝视着它，读出那最后的字句：
//谢谢你回应我的呼唤。//
维塔紧握着它，双唇紧抿。她的表情……她竭力保持着平静，却仍呼出滚烫的热气。
缓缓地……
她默然，以沉寂作为回应。
“维塔……你在看什么？”
维塔微微倾斜身子，再次看向那本书。
手指不断翻阅着书页，她揣度着自己的回答。
她记得这些书页里的所有内容，但她总是一遍又一遍地翻着回看——她的视线细细扫过其上的每一个字词。
……她思量完了，合上了书。
她转过身来，视线对上自己的同伴。
她给出了自己的答案。
Maya speaks to Vita.
"Don't cry, you can't keep crying."
And Vita speaks to Maya.
"That's stupid—it's stupid military talk."
And as Maya speaks...
"...Ha, you know? It is."
As Vita speaks...
"It was always stupid."
The words between them begin to blur.
It's said:
"I remember."
"Still...I'm sick of...sick of always crying."
"I'm sick...just sick."
It's felt.
No...it's okay. I'm not alone.
Maya...you'll be alright.
Vita...Yeah. I'll be glad to be you.
A distant star twinkles, and another, and another.
A flower of crystal blossoms from Maya's body, and light eases from the splits in her form.
The two girls each close their eyes.
And Maya's memories, the memories of Vita, begin to pass on.
The confused world, the strange terrors and whims of godly things...
They all stop between them.
Here is the story that has been, from first to last:
Born into a spacefaring world. Born with a gift.
Raised to raise the flag of a nation. Raised to command countless pathways.
Raised into ignorance, Vita came to die when she opened those pathways to a voice she should never have trusted.
And death, and death, and at a new border of white a broken world's flaws once more came to fore.
Misshapen made, by a misshapen heart, Arcaea took Vita's memories—but could not disperse them.
Those memories began to feel and from there began to think, and they radiated with pain.
So, Arcaea granted them shelter in the form of a body of glass.
That other body awakened in another place, apart from Vita.
It woke with the same feelings that had enticed its creation, and it suffered.
Maya's memories...
and Vita's are the same.
A color begins to shift around them again, rushed away by light.
More flowers blossom from Maya's form—
And the worlds all around them begin to spiral in a rush.
Maya and Vita open their eyes to a torrent of light. Vita reaches forward with her other hand to grip
Maya's shoulder, to embrace her again as the place in between begins to collapse and rend.
Light and sound push past them overwhelming as Vita's soul is dragged back to the world of glass.
She holds her other half tightly with eyes narrowed—
—her gaze fixes on the smile on Maya's face, as her other half's body splinters and breaks,
and the glittering of glass trails their journey.
Stars continue to scream past them. The noise of space ripping asunder suddenly erases to silence.
Vita holds, and holds, until there is nothing to hold on to left.
In another world, halls have gone quiet again.
Vita opens her eyes—head and heart full of old and new memory.
Down, in Arcaea.
The dark again... Here, Vita centers herself to the distorted world.
She lifts a book in her hand.
"..."
She holds the book out before her, open at the center before a new stretch of empty pages.
She stares down at it, and reads the last words:
// Thank you for calling back to me. //
Vita holds the book steady, and her lips tight. Her face...she tries to keep it still, and she breathes out hotly.
Slowly...
She says nothing.
"Vita...what have you got there?"
Vita turns a little. She looks at the book again.
Paging through it, she considers her answer.
She remembers the pages, but still turns through them—passing her gaze over the words.
...She finishes her thoughts. She closes the book.
She turns, she meets her companion's eyes.
And, she gives her answer.