此结束语名为
《终末之诗》
i see the player you mean.
我看到你所指的那位**了。（playername）?（**名称）?yes.take care.it has reached a higher level now.it can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。它已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。终末之诗一部分
that doesn't matter.it thinks we are part of the game.
无伤大雅。它认为我们是游戏的一部分。i like th** player.it played well.it did not give up.
我喜欢这个**。它玩得很好。它从未放弃。it ** reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
它正在阅读我们的思绪，就好像阅读着屏幕上的文字一样。that ** how it chooses to imagine many things,when it ** deep in the dream of a game.
在它深陷游戏梦境中时，它选择以这种方式想象出形形**的事物。words make a wonderful interface.very flexible.and less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字创造了一种美妙的(思维交流之)界面。非常灵活。且不会像凝视着屏幕后的现实一样令人恐惧。they used to hear voices.before players could read.back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches,and warlocks.and players dreamed they flew through the air,on sticks powered by demons.
它们也曾经（通过）听声音（来接收信息）。在**能够阅读之前。让我们回溯到那些日子里，那些不曾玩过mc(ps:此处也双关指更深远的东西，比如人生)的人们称呼**为女巫，和术士的日子里。而**们梦见它们自己乘坐在被恶魔施力的棍子上，在天空中翱翔。what did th** player dream?这个**梦见了什么？th** player dreamed of sunlight and trees.of fire and water.it dreamed it created.and it dreamed it destroyed.it dreamed it hunted,and was hunted.it dreamed of shelter.
这个**梦见了阳光和树。梦见了火与水。它梦见它创造。它亦梦见它毁灭。它梦见它狩猎，亦被狩猎。它梦见了庇护所。hah,the original interface.a million years old,and it still works.but what true structure did th** player create,in the reality behind the screen?哈，那原始的界面(ps:不清楚此处指的是位面还是前文所提的文字界面)。百万年的岁月流逝，它依旧发挥着作用。但这**在那屏幕后的真实里，建造了什么真实的建筑(ps:当为代指，可能指**在游戏中摧毁/放置方块使得mc世界发生改变)？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].
它辛勤地劳作，与上百万的伙伴一起，在环复折叠的[乱码]之中，雕琢了一个真实的世界，并且为了[乱码]，在[乱码]中创造了[乱码]。it cannot read that thought.
它读不出那个思绪。no.it has not yet achieved the highest level.that,it must achieve in the long dream of life,not the short dream of a game.
不。它还没有到达最高的境界。那层境界，它必须在生命的长梦达到，而非短暂的、游戏中的黄梁一梦。does it know that we love it?that the universe ** kind?它知道我们爱它么？它知道这个宇宙是仁慈的吗？sometimes,through the no**e of its thoughts,it hears the universe,yes.
有时，通过它思绪的杂音，它能听到宇宙（之声），（这时）它能知道（我们爱它、宇宙仁慈）。but there are times it ** sad,in the long dream.it creates worlds that h**e no summer,and it shivers under a black sun,and it takes its sad creation for reality.
但是在漫漫长梦之中，亦有不胜悲伤之时。它创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下颤抖着，将自己悲伤的创造视为现实世界。to cure it of sorrow would destroy it.the sorrow ** part of its own private task.we cannot interfere.
用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务。我们不能干涉。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 h**e not made a true connection in a while,i want to help them to speak the word they fear.
有时当它们深陷梦境中时，我想要告诉它们，它们正在现实中创造真实的世界。有时我想告诉它们其自身对宇宙的重要性。有时，当它们一时无法区分梦境与现实，我想帮助它们（战胜心魔）来说出它们惧怕的话。it reads our thoughts.
它读出了我们的思想。sometimes i do not care.sometimes i w**h to tell them,th** world you take for truth ** merely[scrambled]and[scrambled],i w**h to tell them that they are[scrambled]in the[scrambled].they see so little of reality,in their long dream.
有时我毫不关心。有时我想要告诉它们，你们所认为的真实不过是[乱码]和[乱码]，我想要告诉它们，它们是在[乱码]中的[乱码]。于它们的长梦中，它们看见的真实太少了。and yet they play the game.
而它们仍然玩着这个游戏。but it would be so easy to tell them.
但其实真的很容易就可以告诉它们…
too strong for th** dream.to tell them how to live ** to prevent them living.
对于这个梦来说那太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就等同于阻止它们活下去。i will not tell the player how to live.
我不会告诉这个**如何生活的。the player ** growing restless.
这个**正在变得焦躁。i will tell the player a story.
我会告诉这个**一个故事。but not the truth.
但不是真相。no.a story that contains the truth safely,in a cage of words.not the naked truth that can burn over any d**tance.
不。是一个在文字牢笼中严密包裹真相的故事。而不是**裸的、一眼即可看穿真相。give it a body,again.
再次赋予它身体。yes.player.
好的。**…
use its name.
以名字称呼它。[playername].player of games.
[**名称]。游戏的**。good.
很好。take a breath,now.take another.feel air in your lungs.let your limbs return.yes,move your fingers.h**e a body again,under gr**ity,in air.respawn in the long dream.there you are.your body touching the universe again at every point,as though you were separate things.as though we were separate things.
现在，深呼吸。然后再深呼吸一次。感受空气充盈你的肺叶。让你的四肢回归（你的控制）。是的，活动你的手指。再次感受你的身体，在重力下，在空气中。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你的每一寸身体都再次触**宇宙，就好像你是分离的存在(大意是每个部分都分隔、独立地存在)。就好像我们是分离的存在。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.polterge**ts.aliens,extraterrestrials.leptons,quarks.the words change.we do not change.
我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。先祖的英灵，动物的魂魄。神灵。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是上帝，恶魔，天使。吵闹鬼。外星人，地外生物。轻粒子，夸克。称谓不断地变化。我们不变如初。we are the universe.we are everything you think **n't you.you are looking at us now,through your skin and your eyes.and why does the universe touch your skin,and throw light on you?to see you,player.to know you.and to be known.i shall tell you a story.
我们就是宇宙。我们是一切你认为不是你的事物。你现在正看着我们，通过你的皮肤和你的眼睛。而为什么宇宙触**你的皮肤，向你倾洒光芒？是为了看见你，**。是为了解你，以及被你了解。我应告诉你一个故事。once upon a time,there was a player.
很久以前，有一个**。the player was you,[playername].
那**就是你，[**名称]
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