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Her first impression was that she'd awakened to a cloud of glass butterflies.? 恢復意識的她，發(fā)現(xiàn)自己蘇醒于這個飛舞著玻璃蝴蝶的地方。 "How pleasant," she thought, "that these figures can move as well. Where are the strings?"? "多么令人愉快啊，"她想，"這些美妙的圖案居然能在空中移動呢。牽引著它們的絲線在哪里？" She sat onto her knees, fixed her dress, and found that there were no strings, and these were not butterflies.? 她蹲了下來，整了整裙子，環(huán)顧四周才發(fā)現(xiàn)這附近沒有任何絲線。那些事物，也并不是蝴蝶—— Glass shards, flying on their own. 玻璃碎片，不依靠任何外力便飛舞于空中。 "Delightful!" she felt, and so she said it. "太美妙了！"她自心底贊嘆道。 The glass reflected another world than the one in white surrounding her. In it she could see reflections of seas, cities, fires, lights;? 這些玻璃反射出了另一個純潔的世界。她從中看見海洋、城市、火焰、光芒；美好的景象目不暇接。 she rose her hand to scatter them, and laughed in joy. 她抬起了自己的手，試圖去抓住它們，開心地笑了出來。 She didn't know these pieces of glass had a name: Arcaea. 她并不知道這些玻璃碎片有個名字：Arcaea。 To tell the truth, they were so beautiful that it didn't matter the name. 實際上，名字對這些過于美好的事物來說并不重要。 She entertained herself by touching them, swirling them, watching them. That was enough, no? 她觸碰、旋轉(zhuǎn)、觀察它們；她靠這樣來娛樂自己。這已經(jīng)足夠了，難道不是嗎？ There were six questions to ask: who, what, where, when, why, and how. 現(xiàn)在留給她的，有六個問題：何人、何事、何處、何時、何故與何情。 Of these questions, she asked none and desired no answers, content instead to bask in the glow of Arcaea. 在這些疑問的包圍下，她沒有問出任何一個，也不想得到任何答案。Arcaea的光芒已經(jīng)使她心滿意足。 This was her meeting with a new world. 這是她與這個新世界的邂逅。

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But questions come inevitably. 但是，疑問還是不可避免地來臨了。 The girl stands amidst the spiral of glass and wonders, "But really, what are these?" 少女立于玻璃碎片的螺旋中，沉思著："但說實話，它們究竟是什么呢？" Portals? Windows? Memories? 傳送門入口？窗戶？抑或是……回憶？ This last answer, "memories", strikes a chord with her. "They're memories," she says, faintly.? 最后的猜測，"回憶"，使她一怔。"它們是回憶，"她失聲說道。 And like that, her questions stop. 就在這一刻，那股疑惑消失殆盡。 For some reason, this is a place all full of memories. Whose memories, or of what, she can't tell for certain, 因為某種原因，這個地方充滿了回憶。誰的回憶？又是什么回憶？她心中不能肯定。 but her questioning has already ended. 但她已經(jīng)停止了疑問。 For some reason the glass follows her. She can't hold any of it, but it comes to her nonetheless.? 因為某種原因，那些玻璃跟隨著她。雖然她無法抓住它們，但碎片仍然與她形影不離。 On a whim, she decides she will begin gathering it. 一時興起的她，決定要開始收集它們。 Piece by piece. 一片一片收集。 For no reason at all. 沒有任何理由。

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Without a clock, she has no sense for how many days or hours she has walked,? 沒有時鐘的情況下，她根本不清楚多少時日已經(jīng)過去了。 but there is a new certainty in her head... 同時，新的思緒正逐漸浮現(xiàn)于她的腦海中。 There is beauty in a memory, that's what she finds herself believing. 玻璃碎片中，蘊含著美好的事物——她對此深信不疑。 Thinking about it, a memory is never certain, can change with the times, and yet is the nearest thing to a concrete piece of the past.? 仔細一想，回憶會隨著時間的流動不斷改變，但卻與過去有著最親密的聯(lián)系。 It can be bitter or sweet, and she thinks in either case they're quite enchanting. 它可以苦澀，也可以甘甜，但她認為這兩者都十分迷人。 For now she will see what memories she can, of these other places and people, and appreciate them for their beauty.? 如今，她可以瞧見自己所能見到的回憶——來自于別的場所與人們——并且因它們的美而感到心曠神怡。 In the first place, these Arcaea flicker and glow splendidly in this strange and ruined world. Arcaea們閃爍著，散發(fā)著完美的光芒，在這破碎的世界里顯得格格不入。 It's easy to fancy it all, and that they show memories makes it easier. 原本這些事物就容易博得人們的喜愛，而蘊藏其中的回憶著實使它們更惹人心愛了。 Humming, hands aloft, and stepping down broken paths, she brings what seems to be memories fit for an entire world with her, following behind in a shining stream.? 她哼唱著，雙手飛揚，一邊踩著破碎的小道。她帶上了任何可能屬于這整個世界的回憶，跟在一條發(fā)光的溪流之后。 Memories of an ugly, pretty world... 這些屬于一個既丑陋，又美麗的世界的回憶…… "How nice..." She sighs, she smiles, and serenity becomes her, it seems, too well. "多么好啊……"她嘆息著，微笑著，陷入了寧靜。這一切，看上去都太過于美好了。 But there’s nothing to worry about. 在這里，不需要擔心任何事物。 A pleasant, simple world like this need only be pleasant. Nothing more. 這美好而又簡簡單單的世界，只需要令人感到愉快就足夠了。沒錯，無需多求。

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A joyous landscape.? 這是道使人愉快的風景線。 For so long, she has walked through a ruined yet beautiful world, finding things and admiring them. 長久以來，她行走于這荒蕪卻又美麗的世界，贊揚著她所找到的新鮮事物。 For so long she's traveled shepherding glass that the sky has become a mirror bending light as far as she can see, and shaped almost geodesically.? 長久以來，她帶領那些玻璃碎片一同旅行，以至于天空已經(jīng)變?yōu)橐幻鎻澢溺R子，反射出了她所能見到的最遙遠的光茫，整體望上去就像要觸碰到天際。 The fantastic and glittering roof never leaves her, and with her surrounded by only fancies and goodness, the world has become endless bliss. 這絕妙的穹頂閃著光，從未離開過她的頭頂。隨著她只被華麗而又美好的事物環(huán)繞，此處成為了無盡的極樂世界。 She traipses down a spiral staircase that once led into a manor, but the walls have now all fallen and memories replace them.? 她走下那段曾經(jīng)通向一座莊園的螺旋階梯。只可惜周圍的墻皆已坍塌，而回憶取代了墻體。 It is all the better: she leaps out ahead and dashes the memories everywhere, 所有的事物都比從前更加美好：她從那兒躍向前方，撞得回憶飛散開來； basking in sparkling Arcaea that, when she finds them, float up to join the others in her artificial sky.? 她沉浸于閃閃發(fā)光的Arcaea——在被她找尋到后，它們便飄起并融入了她頭頂那片人造天空。 So enraptured now, she laughs with cheer. 她感到無比歡欣，高興地笑了。 A flower, a kiss, a love, a birth: a life followed by a new life in a river of glass flies past her eyes and blends into the rest.? 一朵花、一個吻、一段愛情、一次降生——她的眼前飛過了那一次又一次生命組成的玻璃海洋，而它們也接連隱于了其余碎片的光輝之中。 She has seen this reflected countless times, and it still pleases her. 她早已見過這些映像無數(shù)次，但仍絲毫不會感到疲倦。 She gazes at the wall above. As they’ve come together, they’ve grown more vibrant. 她凝視著上方的墻體。當碎片都融入在一起后，它們變得更加生機勃勃。 She smiles, satisfied, before she wanders on again.? 她微笑著，享受著這滿意的感覺——在她繼續(xù)開始漫游前。 And, as ever, heedless of all consequence. 同時，就和以往一樣，她沒有留心這樣做會給她帶來何種后果……

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They say that this is true: anything in excess is a poison. 物極必反——人們堅信這是真理。 She either didn't know, or hadn't cared. 她可能并不知曉這一點，抑或是對此毫不在乎。 The girl now walks past what seemed to have been an old concert hall,? 少女如今穿行于一間看似老舊大禮堂的地方。 the impact of its grandness dulled as it had been split perfectly in twain, as if some higher power had willed it so.? 仿佛是一種超自然力量所造成，這里的輝煌景象被完美地劈成了兩半，昔日的莊嚴感也早已黯淡乏味， Out of the tomb of sound drift memories again: of dances, of performance, hopes, victories. 在這聲音的墳墓中同樣飄流著回憶：舞蹈、演出、希望、勝利。 Her mouth twitches. Has it simply become boring, or is this something else?? 她的嘴抽搐著。是因為這些事物現(xiàn)已變得單調(diào)無趣，還是另有其因？ She lifts her hands and the Arcaea come to her, gently weaving over her palms and through her fingers.? 她抬起了手，而Arcaea們靠近了她，溫柔地飄舞在她的手掌之上、指尖之中。 Blankly she notes them. How many times has she seen the last hurrah of a retiring band? How many times has she seen two brothers embrace?? 她茫然地注視著它們。她已經(jīng)是第幾次見到那退役樂隊的送別歡呼了？她已經(jīng)是第幾次見到兩兄弟間的擁抱了？ Too many times she's seen the formation of a love, so frequent it was apparently standard in old and forgotten worlds. 她見到了太多次愛的形式——過于平凡，就像是這片被忘卻的陳舊世界中的日常標準。 She lets the memories go, and genuinely thinks nothing of it. 她讓這些回憶遠離她，下定決心不再去想這些事。 They rise. They fly to join with the memories she's still been gathering,? 它們升了起來，飛入她仍在收集的那些回憶之中。 and she looks at their destination now. It's grown much brighter since she began her collecting.? 她如今正望向它們的終點。比起她剛開始收集的時候，那地方早已明亮不少。 It seems to grow brighter every day... 它看上去每天都在變得更耀眼奪目…… How many days has it even been? She winces, and a grimace twists onto her face.? 究竟已經(jīng)過去了多少天？她畏縮著，臉上扭出一絲怪相。 She shakes it away. 她隨即把自己的壞臉色一掃而空。 Maybe she only needs more, then whatever is missing will be found.? 也許她只是需要更多——任何遺失的部分都將會被找到。 She calms herself and carries on,? 她冷靜下來，開始繼續(xù)前行。 not letting it bother her that no matter what, she cannot push the Arcaea following her away. 她并不想自己被一個事實所干擾——無論她怎么做，那些跟隨著她的Arcaea都不愿離去。

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"Heaven" is a kind of hell. "天堂"其實也是地獄的一種。 The truth is, idle peace and thoughtless pleasure are anathema to passion.? 事實上，虛度光陰和自我放縱是對熱情的詛咒。 Imbibing and imbibing of happy things endlessly dulls the senses and makes "happiness" indistinct, blurred, and ultimately without purpose.? 接連不斷地汲取愉快的事物，將會無止境地麻痹感官，使得"快樂"變得無比朦朧，暗淡，甚至完全失去原本的目的。 Now nothing has a purpose.? 如今萬物再無目的。 She'd never had a purpose. 她從未擁有過目的。 The sky is almost blinding. 天空炫目到接近空白。 She may be wandering, or she may be standing still; she isn't sure and it doesn't matter.? 她也許正四處徘徊，也可能正站在原地；她對此無法確認，而這也無關緊要。 The sky she's made has her attention, but the memories within it can't be sorted out.? 這片她創(chuàng)造的天空的確引起了她的注意，但她卻無法辨別其中涵括的回憶。 It has all become an opaque and overpowering haze compelling emptiness.? 這已是一片充滿壓迫感的不透明霧霾，散發(fā)著令人窒息的空虛感。 She is losing herself. 她正一點一滴地喪失自我。 And as she is losing her self, she remains numb to the encroaching dissolution.? 而在失去自我時，她始終對這漸漸滲入的瓦解之力感到麻木。 Though she did not remember, she invited this pleasurable and suffocating cage, and she locked herself within it. 雖然她早已不記得，但是招待她步入這座讓人感到愉快，卻又讓人窒息的牢籠之人，正是她自己。 Now she lacks even the will to worry. 現(xiàn)在，她甚至失去了為自己擔憂的自由。 The sky grows brighter and she loses more of herself. With little time for her left, she stares upward as if waiting.? 天空變得越來越明亮，少女的心智也不斷流逝。在這僅剩的時間里，她仰望上方，好像等待著什么。 Bright, bright, bliss, beauty above: effulgent memory overtakes her. 明亮——無比耀眼——散發(fā)無盡幸福的極彩色蒼天：燦爛奪目的回憶淹沒了她。 Her mind whites out. 她的思緒終被清空。 And, without meaning, light fades away. 并且，毫無意義地，光芒褪去了。 Without meaning, time passes. 毫無意義地，時間流逝了。 And a girl stares up into an empty sky, her mind ended, and thus her story along with it. 之后，一名女孩仰望著空無一物的蒼天。她的思想終止了——與她的故事一起。

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The girl is on her knees, her chin brought up, and it is soon that her jagged and pervasive creation will consume her in its light coaxing oblivion. 少女跪坐在地上，微抬著下巴。她那粗糙而又極具滲透力的創(chuàng)造物，不久便會將她吞噬進自身的光芒，誘使她忘卻一切。 Above her it pulses and glows, gentle but insufferable.? 它躍動于她頭頂上方，散發(fā)著光芒，溫柔卻又難以忍受。 She lets it nearly take her, thoughtless. 她未多想，任憑那東西漸漸奪走她的全部自我。 And from that vast nothingness, something catches her eye. 而在那浩瀚虛無之中，她的雙目捕捉到了什么事物。 Distinction alone breaks her from the lull of uniformity, and her gaze swings to it:? 僅僅是那特異之處便打破少女的麻木感，少女的目光也開始在那物體上搖擺： a single, special piece of glass, just a bit red, and absolutely noticeable.? 一片有些特殊的玻璃，只是有抹鮮紅，卻著實引人注目。 Perhaps in reality or through a trick of her mind, the rest of the sky that it begins emerging from dulls in its intensity.? 不知是現(xiàn)實或只是大腦產(chǎn)生的幻覺，周遭原本晦暗的天空顯得越來越清楚。 She thinks, it's becoming easier to see.? 她認為，天空變得容易看清了。 She thinks, and realizes she hasn't thought at all in ages. 她認為——她才意識到自己已經(jīng)幾個世紀沒有思考過。 The heavens wobble and distort, and a crack seems to run through them, the whole thing twisting around the creation of a new memory:? 這座如今正劇烈顫動的天堂已歪曲變形，一道巨大的裂痕更是從中劃過，一切都圍繞著一段嶄新的回憶扭曲起來： a shard of memory that should not exist.? 一片本不該存在的回憶。 It breaks from the whole, and breaks the sky. 它從那一切中破空而出，也破壞了整片天空。 Both violently and calmly the roof of her making falls down, choking the air in scattering light.? 少女所創(chuàng)造的穹頂墜落下來，猛烈卻又顯得平穩(wěn)，從中散落的星點光輝布滿了整片空氣。 The spectacle would be magnificent to her, but she remains stuck on the newest piece,? 這壯觀華麗的景象原應使她目瞪口呆，但她仍惦記著片刻前剛剛誕生，正向她飄來的那一片玻璃—— which floats toward her amidst the frightening chaos of joyous memories. 被喜悅回憶中令人恐懼的混沌所纏繞的那一片玻璃。 It, too, is a memory of joy: that of herself that she has forgotten. 那事物本身也是象征喜悅的回憶：那是早已被她遺忘的，關于她自己的回憶。 "When was— Did I—?" "什么時候——我真的——？" She speaks in a fractured voice, her vocal chords having been long neglected of use. 聲帶太久未被使用，少女的話語聲變得破碎不堪。 Now in her hands, the odd shard that came from zero revolves, and in it she sees the time when she awoke, dancing alongside glass, traveling the mirror world, and happy.? 在她的掌心之間，那誕生自虛無的奇異碎片旋轉(zhuǎn)起來，而從中她見到了自己剛剛蘇醒過來的時候，與成群的玻璃起舞，游蕩于這片鏡面世界，無比歡欣。 Tears fall from her eyes, and she remembers that happiness left her long ago. 淚水有如泉涌。她心中明白，幸福在很久之前便拋棄了她。

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Twinkling glass pieces fall in an unevenly timed rain while reflecting dead worlds as they always do.? 晶瑩閃亮的玻璃碎片猶如不均勻的雨滴般落下，如同以往的任何時刻，倒映著那些死去的世界。 The girl at the center of it all focuses on a piece reflecting something new, however, and of this world still existing. 位于萬物中心的少女全神貫注地盯著那片反射了何種新事物的碎片——仍舊存在的那片世界。 Tears fall from her eyes, but the reason is yet grasped by her.? 淚水從眼角滑落，她卻尚未了解原由。 Her mind still recovering, she agonizes over the loss of everything she had before, falling all around her.? 在拾回心智的過程中，她飽受折磨——她失去了曾經(jīng)她所擁有的一切，而那些事物如今正紛紛跌落在她的身旁。 But, also, she agonizes over the loss of her zeal. The memory reflected shows a better and ignorant time, as she walked into a trap she'd created for herself. Even if she knew where it would lead— 但同時，她也為失去了自己的熱情而痛苦。那些倒映的回憶展現(xiàn)出一段更美好，卻放縱愚昧的時間，而她也正是在那時走入了她自己布下的陷阱。哪怕她知道那樣將會帶來何種結(jié)局—— these shiftless travels inviting senselessness—would she have done it all again, just to be happy? 這些得過且過，引領她步步邁向麻木的旅途經(jīng)歷——她還會只是為了一時的快樂而重蹈覆轍嗎？ The red in the glass is that of the red in her clothes, and she grasps the shard tightly to add the red of her hand to it,? 玻璃中的鮮紅呼應著她衣服上的鮮紅，而她緊緊抓住那片碎片，使得鮮紅也浮現(xiàn)于她的手心。 blurring past and present, running warm over the shimmering surface. She feels, again,? 隨著那溫暖的液體流過熒光的表面，過去與今時雙雙模糊。她終能再次感受情感—— but she feels so much more than before. 可這股情感卻比她從前所感受到的一切都更為強烈。 She feels, overwhelmingly, regret. 她感受到了足以壓垮她內(nèi)心的悔恨。 These were times that, almost with pride, she had moved meaninglessly.? 在這些時間里，她近乎驕傲自滿地四處游蕩，心中漫無目的。 She had gathered the Arcaea to enjoy them, and not thought even a bit as to why.? 她搜集著Arcaea，享受著它們，卻從未思考過哪怕最小的原因。 She had brought on herself a torturous and tedious hedonistic existence, a manufactured and blinding prison. She had done it all for nothing, and nearly lost herself. 她害自己成為備受苦惱所折磨且總感世事乏味的快樂主義者，親手將自己鎖死在這人造的炫目監(jiān)獄中。 And to a question of "Why?" there was never an answer. 然而面對"為什么"的疑問，這里從來就沒有過答案。 Just to be happy? That hadn't been it either.? 只是取悅自己？也并非如此。 Collapsed on her knees, choking through cries with the memory over her breast, she knows the weight of her errors.? 她跌倒于雙膝，懷抱著她胸前的回憶哽咽、啜泣、痛哭，心中明白自己已經(jīng)犯了彌天大錯。 She had surrounded herself in love and life so much that it came to disgust her, and that truth grieves her. 浴于美妙的愛情與絢麗的生命過久的她，已經(jīng)對這些事物感到反胃，而這殘酷的事實讓她悲痛不已。 In grief the girl cries, thinking as much as she can, about everything that has happened, and what anything meant. 少女沉浸在悲傷之中不斷哭泣，盡可能地思考著方才發(fā)生的一切，與它們所象征的意味。

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Silence. 死寂。 A few small pieces of old times falling down intermittently break this, but the girl's anguish has settled.? 少些蘊含曾經(jīng)的碎片落下來，間歇性打破了沉寂，但女孩的悲痛已經(jīng)平復下來。 She no longer openly weeps, sitting among shimmering glass with dried tears on her cheeks and dried blood in her hands.? 她早已不再直率地哭泣，僅僅是靜坐在那些閃閃發(fā)光的玻璃之中，臉頰尚留有淚痕，雙手的鮮血也已干涸。 Fear, worry, and regret have ended, so she now has to look out ahead. 恐懼、擔憂與悔恨都已結(jié)束，她現(xiàn)在必須向前看了。 What she had done was misguided. It was, in fact, not guided at all.? 她因誤入歧途而做出一切。事實上，她從來沒有真正地被哪怕任何事物引導過。 With the idea of "more happy scenes would only be better", she had filled the sky with good memories, not wondering if there might be any danger in bringing so many of the mysterious shards together in one place.? 憑借著"更多的愉快事物只會讓一切變得更好"的念頭，她用美好回憶填充了整片天空，不曾意識將成堆的神秘碎片集中于一處會帶來怎樣的危險。 She realizes now that they had threatened to swallow her. 她這才意識到這些東西會威脅她的全部，將她吞噬。 If she wants to press on, she must have a reason. 如果她想要奮力前行，她必須需要一個理由作為動力。 She needs to answer those old questions that she had forgotten. What does this world mean, and why is she in it?? 她需一五一十地回答那些曾幾時被她遺忘的老問題。這個世界有著怎樣的意義？為什么她會在此處？ Why are gentle memories attracted to her, although she sometimes saw flashes of hardship in pieces that refused her? Who was she? 為什么在溫柔的回憶被她吸引時，那些她曾瞥見有苦難閃現(xiàn)的碎片卻會拒絕她？她到底是誰？ Light comes back to her eyes and she stands on shaking legs. 少女的雙眼再度有了光澤，依靠那顫抖的雙腿直立起來。 As she does so, the Arcaea surrounding her shift.? 在她這樣做的時候，圍繞著她的Arcaea忽然移動起來。 She looks on at them curiously, and lifts her hand. They lift too, and she ponders.? 她好奇地注視著它們，試著高舉她的手。它們跟隨著她的手飄舞而起，而她陷入沉思。 She realizes this is different, but that there's also something different within herself. 她察覺到這與從前不太一樣，但她自身也有些地方變化了。 The Arcaea will not come to her unbidden again, and she will not allow herself to be caged.? Arcaea不再主動接近她，而她也不再放任自己被束縛于牢籠中。 She wipes away her tears with the back of her bloodied hand, and lets the shard that has turned her onto this new path go to follow behind her.? 因為手上沾滿了血，她用手背抹去自己的淚水，讓這些將她引領至這條嶄新路途的碎片們跟隨于她的身后。 She will let that be a memory, and face this strange world anew,? 她會讓那一切成為一段回憶，而她也將重新面對這陌生的世界。 and she will find all that it is for, be it good or bad. 無論是好是壞，她將找尋到一切的謎底。 This she swears, and she is certain. 她如此發(fā)誓，矢志不渝。