终末之诗：end poem[第6页/共7页]

And the player awokefrom the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.

构成玩家的原子漫衍在草中，河道中，在那氛围中，也在那大地中。一个女人汇集了那些原子;她饮用、进食、吸入;而后那女人在她的身材中，孕育了玩家。

Good.

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。

Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

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

然后那玩家醒来了，从一个暖和，暗淡的母亲体内，进入了漫冗长梦。

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and plicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".