优里（Yuri）/诗

在*心跳文学部*中，角色会向玩家展示自己当天所做的诗作，并与主角交换。每周目中的每一首诗都是不同的，通常都是根据发生的事件进行创作的。下面列举的是优里的诗作。

Bathing.

It must be this one.

The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The light flickers.

I flicker back.

My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.

That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unusual

human.

I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences.

Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more.

The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.

The bread, my hungry curiosity.

The raccoon, an urge.

The moon increments its phase and reflects that much more light off of my cutting

knife.

The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend.

I slice the bread, fresh and soft. The raccoon becomes excited.

or perhaps I'm merely projecting my emotions onto the newly-satisfied animal.

The raccoon has taken to following me.

You could say that we've gotten quite used to each other.

The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy.

Every time I brandish my cutting knife the raccoon shows me its excitement.

A rush of blood. Classic Pavlovian conditioning. I slice the bread.

And I feed myself again.

### ***Ghost under the Light pt. 2***

如果玩家写了三首优里喜欢的诗，*这首诗将在第四天被展示。*
The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.

Bathing.

In the distance, a blue-green light flickers.

A lone figure crosses its path– a silhouette obstructing the eerie glow.

My heart pounds. The silhouette grows. Closer Closer

I open my umbrella, casting a shadow to shield me from visibility.

But I am too late.

He steps into the streetlight. I gasp and drop my umbrella.

The light flickers. My heart pounds. He raises his arm.

Time stops.

The only indication of movement is the amber light flickering against his outstretched

arm.

The flickering light is in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.

Teasing me for succumbing to this forbidden emotion.

Have you ever heard of a ghost feeling warmth before?

Giving up on understanding, I laugh.

Understanding is overrated.

I touch his hand. The flickering stops.

Ghosts are blue-green. My heart is amber.

### ***Beach***

*如果玩家写的三首诗都没有让优里喜欢，这首诗将在第四天被展示。*
A marvel millions of years in the making.

Where the womb of Earth chaotically meets the surface.

Under a clear blue sky, an expanse of bliss -

But beneath gray rolling clouds, an endless enigma.

The easiest world to get lost in

is one where everything can be found.

One can only build a sand castle where the sand is wet.

But where the sand is wet, the tide comes.

Will it gently lick at your foundations until you give in?

Or will a sudden wave send you crashing down in the blink of an eye?

Either way the outcome is the same.

Yet we still build sand castles.

I stand where the foam wraps around my ankles.

Where my toes squish into the sand.

The salty air is therapeutic.

The breeze is gentle, yet powerful.

I sink my toes into the ultimate boundary line, tempted by the foamy tendrils.

Turn back, and I abandon my peace to erode at the shore.

Drift forward, and I return to Earth forevermore*.*

## 二周目

### ***Wheel***

*这首诗在第三天被展示。*
A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky.
Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a
thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled
by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions.
Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with
human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes.
Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A
wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks
one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time
it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked
ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring
prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions.
Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing
snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes.
Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.

### ***mdpnfbo,jrfp***

*这首诗在第四天被展示。*
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Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye is drawing me closer.

细节
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* 所有的诗都使用某种文字字体来代表某个角色的笔迹。优里有两种。
	+ 她通常用"JP Hand Slanted"书写。
	+ 然而，她在二周目的最后一首诗是用名为"Damagrafik Script"的字体写的。
	+ 游戏中还有未使用在优里的诗中的第三种字体，名为"As I Lay Dying"。它可能曾被打算用于《Wheels》这首诗。