终末之诗：end poem[第7页/共7页]

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.

偶然它以为本身是那不竭扭转的球体上一层薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人类。那熔化的岩石球环抱着一个质量大它三十三万倍的夺目气体球扭转。它们是相隔得如此之远，乃至于光需求八分钟才气穿越那空地。那光是来自一颗恒星的信息，它能够在一亿五千万千米外炙烤你的皮肤。

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.