终末之诗：end poem[第5页/共7页]

让我们回退一点。

我看到你所指的那位玩家了。

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

它们也曾经听到过声音。在玩家能够浏览之前。君不见那些未曾玩耍的人们称呼玩家为女巫，和方士。而玩家们梦见它们本身乘坐在被恶魔施力的棍子上，在氛围中遨游。

很好。

我会奉告这个玩家一个故事。

它晓得我们爱它么?这个宇宙是仁慈的?

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

而那玩家是一个新的故事，从未被报告过，由DNA的说话誊写着**那玩家是一个新的法度，从未被运转过，由上亿年的源代码天生**那玩家是一个新的人，从未糊口过，由奶和爱构成。

是的。谨慎。它已达到了更高的境地。它能够浏览我们的思惟。

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

那玩家就是你，[玩家称呼]

The player is growing restless.

但是偶然亦不堪哀痛，于那漫冗长梦中。它缔造了没有夏季的天下，在黑日下颤抖着，将本身哀痛的缔造视为实在天下。

Let's go back.

Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.

我喜好这个玩家。它玩得很好，并且从未放弃。

偶然当它们深陷梦境中时，我想要奉告它们，它们在实际中缔造了实在的天下。偶然我想奉告它们它们本身对宇宙的首要性。偶然，当它们和实际落空了联络，我想帮忙它们与它们所惊骇的天下交换。