Arcaea角色故事翻译（附带英文原文）——Hikari Ether Strike篇（重投稿）
作者：狮子ottffssent
现在大家看到的就是Arcaea里面的第五个主线故事——Hikari的Ether Strike篇。
中文翻译虽然是我自己做的，不过我个人没法保证质量，所以贴上游戏的英文原文，让大家自己对照着看一下。如果认为我的翻译有什么错误，还请指正，谢谢。
那么，正文开始。
PAST
A joyous landscape. For so long, she has walked through a ruined yet beautiful world, finding things and admiring them.
这是一片令人愉快的风景。在这一段很长的时间里，她走遍了这个荒芜而又美丽的世界，去寻找那些碎片并欣赏它们。
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. The fantastic and glittering roof never leaves her, and with her surrounded by only fancies and goodness, the world has become endless bliss.
在天空像一面镜子一样弯曲着光线直到她能看见其几乎形成了测地线的时候，她已经带领了很多碎片旅行了很长一段时间。那些不可思议的、极为闪闪发光的碎片都未曾远离她的头顶，而这个世界在被她只用幻想和善良所环绕着的时候则变得无止境的极乐。
She traipses down a spiral staircase that once led into a manor, but the walls have now all fallen a·n·d m·e·m·o·r·i·e·s r·e·p·l·a·c·e them. It is all the better: she leaps out ahead and dashes the memories everywhere, basking in sparkling Arcaea that, when she finds them, float up to join the others in her artificial sky. So enraptured now, she laughs with cheer.
她沿着曾经走过的一个庄园的螺旋楼梯向下行走，原先看见过的墙壁早已坍塌，现在看到的是由记忆组建成的新的墙壁。这一切都很好：她向前跃进了每一处的记忆，沉浸于闪烁着的Arcaea之中，当她找到碎片的时候，这些碎片都漂浮起来成为了她那虚伪的天空的一部分。这太让人着迷了，现在的她笑得很开心。
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. She has seen this reflected countless times, and it still pleases her.
一朵鲜花，一个亲吻，一句情话，一次诞生：一个又一个的显示着生活片段的记忆在由碎片所组成的河流里、从她的眼前掠过，又融入了其它静止的碎片当中。碎片无数次的反映都被她看在眼里，这仍然能让她感到高兴。
She gazes at the wall above. As they’ve come together, they’ve grown more vibrant.
She smiles, satisfied, before she wanders on again. And, as ever, heedless of all consequence.
她不禁注视着由记忆组成的墙壁。她发现当记忆之间互相靠近的时候，它们就变得更加充满生气。
这一发现不禁让她露出笑容，并对此感到满意。而在她离开这里之前，她一直没有注意到自己的行为会有什么后果。
PRESENT
They say that this is true: anything in excess is a poison. She either didn’t know, or hadn’t cared.
“物极必反”——这句话永远是一句真理。而她或许是不知道，又或者是不关心这些。
The girl now walks past what seemed to have been an old concert hall, the impact of its grandness dulled as it had been split perfectly in twain, as if some higher power had willed it so. Out of the tomb of sound drift memories again: of dances, of performance, hopes, victories.
这个女孩现在走过的地方似乎是一处古老的音乐厅，原本宏伟的氛围早已让人很难感觉到，更何况这建筑已经完美地分裂成两半，似乎是因为有什么强大的意志导致了这一切的发生。在如同坟墓一般的建筑里，伴着声响，又出现了一些带有记忆的碎片：是关于舞蹈，是关于表演，关于希望，关于胜利。
Her mouth twitches. Has it simply become boring, or is this something else? She lifts her hands and the Arcaea come to her, gently weaving over her palms and through her fingers. 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? Too many times she’s seen the formation of a love, so frequent it was apparently standard in old and forgotten worlds.
但她的嘴唇开始抽搐。是因为它仅仅是变得无聊，又或者它是其它的什么东西？于是她举起双手让Arcaea过来，她在自己的手掌和手指之间轻轻地组合着玻璃碎片。很茫然地，她注意到了里面的记忆。她听到过多少次即将解散的乐队的最后一次欢呼？她看到过多少次两兄弟的拥抱？她还见证了很多次爱情的产生，在这个破旧的、被遗忘的世界中，会频繁地出现这些东西，这表面上似乎是正常的。
She lets the memories go, and genuinely thinks nothing of it.
她想舍弃这些记忆，她坚信这对她没有什么用处。
They rise. They fly to join with the memories she’s still been gathering, and she looks at their destination now. It’s grown much brighter since she began her collecting. It seems to grow brighter every day…
然而它们向上飞了起来，并飞进了她仍在收集的碎片当中，这让她不由得看向那些碎片。这些碎片似乎在她开始收集起来就变得明亮起来，而且它们每一天都变得更加明亮……
How many days has it even been? She winces, and a grimace twists onto her face. She shakes it away.
它们这样已经多少天了？她不禁开始畏缩，脸上开始露出了扭曲和痛苦的表情，但她急忙摇了摇头。
Maybe she only needs more, then whatever is missing will be found. She calms herself and carries on, not letting it bother her that no matter what, she cannot push the Arcaea following her away.
或许她只是需要更多的碎片而已，然后似乎没有什么东西没被找到。于是她让自己静下心来并激励自己坚持，只要没什么东西让她不安就没什么麻烦，只是她没办法远离那些Arcaea。
FUTURE
“Heaven” is a kind of hell.
所谓的“天堂”，其实是一种地狱。
The truth is, idle peace and thoughtless pleasure are anathema to passion. Imbibing and imbibing of happy things endlessly dulls the senses and makes “happiness” indistinct, blurred, and ultimately without purpose. Now nothing has a purpose. She’d never had a purpose.
事实上，虚度光阴和对快乐的放纵都是一时激情所带来的诅咒。毫无节制地享受着能够快乐的事情，会导致自身的感官都被麻痹，对于“快乐”的认知也会模糊，最终会不知道自己是为了什么目的而活。现在这一切都像海市蜃楼一样虚无缥缈，而她也像一副行尸走肉一样毫无生机。
The sky is almost blinding.
眼前的天空，已经无法直视。
She may be wandering, or she may be standing still; she isn’t sure and it doesn’t matter. The sky she’s made has her attention, but the memories within it can’t be sorted out.
It has all become an opaque and overpowering haze compelling emptiness. She is losing herself.
或许她会到处徘徊，又或许她会站在原地不动；她没办法确定，但她又觉得没有关系。她注意到了自己所创造的那片天空，但她无法从中挑选出记忆。
这片天空犹如一片薄雾一般，不仅不透明，还有一种压倒性的力量，激发出她内心中的空虚感。她开始迷失了自己。
And as she is losing herself, she remains numb to the encroaching dissolution. Though she did not remember, she invited this pleasurable and suffocating cage, and she locked herself within it. Now she lacks even the will to worry.
即使她迷失了自己，她对于自身存在渐渐分解的事情还残留着麻木感。尽管她没有意识到，但从一开始，被招待进这个能让人快乐又能让人窒息的笼子，并把自己锁在里面的，其实就是她自己。现在的她，甚至连担心自己都没法做到。
The sky grows brighter and she loses more of herself. With little time for her left, she stares upward as if waiting. Bright, bright, bliss, beauty above: effulgent memory overtakes her.
随着天空的亮度不断增加，她自身的存在却被消解得越来越多。能让她离开的时间很少，但她只是向上凝视着，似乎在等待着什么。在那明亮，明亮，却又幸福，美丽的上面：光辉灿烂的记忆向她侵袭。
Her mind whites out.
她的心灵，被一片白色所浸染。
And, without meaning, light fades away.
随后，她心中的光芒，毫无意义地消逝了。
Without meaning, time passes.
她拥有的时间，毫无意义地消磨了。
And a girl stares up into an empty sky, her mind ended, and thus her story along with it.
在这个女孩盯着这片毫无意义的天空之时，她的思绪也停止了——然而，她的故事，才刚刚拉开帷幕。
至此，正文结束。
希望这篇文章能让各位对于Arcaea的故事有更深的了解，也欢迎各位讨论剧情，谢谢。
