被阴影纠缠的少女,目光穿过那扇破碎的窗户,投射到另一段时光之中。
微笑,回到了她的脸上。
她可真是个无可救药的傻子。
不,不是那白衣少女。
是她自己。
那片玻璃中的影像并不是回忆。
当然,这并不现实。
她所看见的是未来——那个她理应期待万分的未来,
那个白痴,愚蠢的梦想家。
那些玻璃毫无偏差地映照出了她自己的身体被一根参差的玻璃长柱一穿而过的影像。
那道创伤仿佛要在炙热,苍白的烈焰中将她的衣服与整个身躯撕裂。
空虚荒芜的Arcaea大地,从她的身前和身后延伸到无边无际的地平线。
带着缠绕双肩的那两股刺眼的炙热火焰,抬起手轻抚着长柱的,
是那位身披白衣,使她倍感熟悉的少女——尽管在这个角度看不到她的表情。
她,是此时此刻正站在自己面前的少女。
那名才与她相遇不久的女孩。
这绝不是回忆:这景象预言着未来将会发生的一切。
面对此景,对立退回了自己的立场,
并对峙起那段她原先计划彻底无视的真相。
她已无所谓自己有没有心怀信念。
她已不会在这世界中找到任何对她有利的事物。
最后一丝希望也终被墨染,淹没在绝望之中,最终被彻底遗忘。
还有什么事会发生?
她还期望着什么?
愚蠢。令人厌烦。盲目的愚蠢。
令人厌烦的努力。
令人厌烦的回忆。
令人厌烦的存在。
令人厌烦,糟糕得不可理喻——使她作呕。对这一切感到作呕,对她自己感到作呕,
对这永无止境的嘲讽游戏中所存在的一切事物感到作呕。
奇迹?别开玩笑了……
她早已对自己说过。这个世界是地狱。
她是从种种显示这世界已经死透了的事物得知的:
在这世界之中,即便天使也终会堕落,而后苏醒为恶魔。
在光芒中的少女就是这样。
在这被诅咒的终末展开中,就算是她心中原先微不足道的小洞也被残暴地刨开,并迅速扩大——
荒废,并在刹那间彻底腐朽,只留下一道冰冷的无底深渊。
正当蕴藏其中的黑暗席卷并吞噬少女,尝试扼杀她的思绪之时,
她清晰地看见了光。
她看见光的视线投向那片碎片——捕捉到她眼中存在的恐慌与那明澈的认知。
这女孩已经知道了。
而现在,她已无法直视来自对面的视线。
一言不发,哪怕一切尽在眼底。
你此刻感到紧张吗?是否心情不安?毫不掩饰。
不可原谅。
那股愤怒扭曲成厌恶与憎恨,如同滚滚黑云般显现于她的双眼之中。
邪恶的背叛者;邪恶,邪恶的地方。
她紧紧抓着她的阳伞,
越过碎片注视着伫立于原地的光。
仿佛冻结在原地——当然,因为她病态的意图已经被识破了。
这可真是令人发笑。
对立的双眼微闭。
她抹除了那女孩尝试在她心中种下的一切情感之芽。
只是,这是面单向的镜子——其中蕴藏的厌恶与冷淡也是相同。
光对这片不同寻常的碎片之中所蕴含的内容完全无从知晓。
当对立的脸上失去越来越多的血色,
丝毫未意识到情势的走向——光仅能在困惑中观察着一切。
一股突如其来的危机感扩散至身体的每一个角落。尽管她并不理解原由,她却能感受到危机就在眼前。
事实上,匍匐于大地的暗影如今已翻腾而起,毁灭着它所接触的一切光芒。
黑暗向着她逼近,而她的呼吸变得愈发急促。她不禁朝着后方退了一步。
她几乎无法相信眼前正在发生的事情。她根本不想去相信。
即使她已于那片耀眼的天空所带来的痛苦折磨中幸存下来,
某种可怕的事物再次毫无理由地显现于她的面前。
尽管,她仍旧存活了下来。
而她终究意识到,生存并不是件能够妥协的事情。
心中怀着这样的想法,光犯下了一个天大的错误。
她伸手去拿了那片玻璃——
那片在她彻底迷失于低谷时,给予她慰藉与方向的玻璃。
就在她将它提至胸前时,
对立头颈后方的头发也飞扬起来。
恐惧猛烈地冲击着她的全身。伴随着那永远不愿再次遭遇不幸的决意,
那一刹那,对立在没有任何预警的情况下靠近了光,
准备彻底夺走她的性命。
英文剧情
The girl adorned in shadows peers through the broken window into another time.
Her smile returns.
What a fool she was.
Not the girl in white, no.
Her.
The vision in the glass is no memory.
It cannot be, of course.
What she's seeing is a future: a future that she should have expected,
the fool, the idiot dreamer.
The glass shows an unmistakable image of herself, run through with a jagged pillar of glass,
the wound seeming to sear her clothing and body apart in a blistering, pale, and consuming flame.
The blank, barren lands of Arcaea stretch out far behind her, and before her,
coaxing the pillar with a lifted hand and a blinding, fiery glow around her shoulders,
is a girl clad in white, a very familiar one, though her expression is hidden from this vantage.
It is the girl standing before her now.
The one she has only just met.
This is no memory: it's a vision of what will come to be.
Faced with this, Tairitsu retreats into herself,
and confronts the one truth she was determined to ignore.
Her conviction didn't matter.
She will never find anything good for her in this world.
That last hope is dyed black now, drowned in despair, forgotten.
What else would happen?
What was her hope for?
Idiocy. Tiresome, blind idiocy.
Tiresome effort.
Tiresome memories.
Tiresome existence.
Tiresome, awful, sick of it. Sick of this, sick of herself,
sick of everything in this never-ending, mocking play.
Miracles? No...
She'd said it herself. This world is hell.
And she knows this, from the fractured ideas of worlds dead and gone:
even angels can one day fall and awaken to demonic form.
The girl in light is just like that.
In a turn final and damning, what was once a mere pit inside her chest is clawed and spread.
It wastes, decays all through in an instant, leaving instead a cold and endless chasm.
As the darkness within it creeps out to coat her insides and choke her thoughts,
she sees Hikari very clearly.
Sees her gaze darting to the shard—sees the panic, the clear knowledge in her eyes.
The girl knows.
And now she can't face her opposite's stare,
won't say a word though she sees clearly.
You're unnerved? Unsettled? Unabashed.
Unforgivable.
That anger twists into hate and loathing, spilling over and arriving in her eyes.
Wicked betrayer; wicked, wicked place.
She tightens her grasp on her parasol,
looking past the shard to Hikari, who is standing still.
Frozen in place, surely, because her ill intentions have been exposed.
It's worth laughing about.
Tairitsu's eyes narrow, and she excises the remains of those burgeoning emotions
the girl had begun to cultivate within her.
With finality she is emptied,
and with that, she knows what she must do.
But this mirror is still one-way, and thus her anger as well.
Hikari is unable to see within this peculiar shard at all.
Unaware, she can only watch in confusion
as Tairitsu's countenance drains more and more of color.
A sense of danger wells up in her, and though she can't understand why, she can feel it there.
In fact, shadows now seem to be crawling up from the earth, light perishing at their touch.
Darkness nears her, and her breathing shortens. She takes a step back.
She almost can't believe it. She certainly doesn't want to.
Even after surviving the harrowing ordeal, that blinding light sky,
something terrible faces her again without reason.
But still, she had survived it.
And now she knows for certain that survival may not allow compromise.
With this thought in heart and mind, Hikari makes a damning mistake.
She reaches for the one piece of glass,
the one that gave her comfort and direction in the midst of her lowest moment.
When she raises it to her chest,
the hairs on the back of Tairitsu's neck rise up as well.
Fear pulsing through her, along with a conviction to never meet with tragedy again,
Tairitsu closes the distance to Hikari in an instant, without warning,
ready to once and for all firmly grab hold of her life.

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中文剧情
光。
对立。
假设她们知晓对方的名字,甚至仅仅是清楚自己本人的姓名——若真如此,
二人自始至今的感受也会发生改变吗?
“光”与“对立”……存在于这片光怪陆离的世界之中,此般崇高的称呼……
若真如此,她们是否又会静下心来思考蕴藏于自己姓名的深层含义——也会走上截然不同的道路吗?
抑或者无论发生何种分歧、矛盾,无论曾经做出哪些抉择,在何时得到幸运的眷顾——
随之产生偏移的世界线,却终将收束至二人此刻的水火不容?
光并不会知晓确切的答案。她直至如今都不知道自己的名字。
而在这相同的前提下,对立却命中注定被自己的知识所诅咒。
她心中早已清楚,二人间的这场针锋相对,无论如何都会来临。
不可能会产生任何改变。原本一切就不会发生改变。
白衣少女与黑衣少女,绝不可能和睦相处。
这一切必然因果,最终只会导致——
“呃啊!”
当面前那位宿敌将刀刃划向她时,光随之发出一声惊叫。她立刻举起手,而玻璃碎片也随之互相冲击。
碎片悬停于空中,闪闪发亮——丝毫没有受到损伤。
而透过自身碎片所倒映的景象,光终于窥见了自己那张因恐慌与痛苦而变得煞白的脸庞。
一次流露真情实意的交流——却造成了这场令人心碎的冲突。
对面那女孩的力量实在是太强了——光被冲击得缩起身子,反射般地朝后一退。
她的皮肤此刻已经冰凉。
她这才察觉到自己近乎无法呼吸。
少女充满敌意的视线已经无限接近自己。
望向那杀意的瞳孔,光意识到那股近乎将自己心脏撕裂的恐惧并不来源于那女孩的袭击。
根本不是那样……
并不是因为对立的刀刃已经逼迫得越来越近,转眼便要切入自己绷紧的喉咙,
而自己却几乎无法做出任何反抗。根本不是那样。
光的汗水从掌心溢出,滞留于自己胸腔中的空气完全无法逃逸——
自己会感到恐惧——完全是因为面前这个不久之前还令自己感到怜惜的不幸之人,
此刻却截然变脸,彻底蜕变为另一番模样。
那女孩早已不是能够与她平心静气交谈的伙伴。
现在的她根本不能被称为人类。
她的目光是如此决然无情,就连下颚都纹丝不动。她那拼尽全力攥紧的手指,早已染上一整片鲜红。
她仅仅是一头由漆黑包裹的凶残野兽……一道由恶意堕化而成的黑影。