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| 10 | After that, she was secretly brought down to the mortal realm. It was the dead of winter, and snow was falling from the heavens.
She tucked her hands even deeper into her sleeves. Looking up, she tried to find the temple she had once known, or perhaps some even more distant starlight.
Sure enough, there was nothing but a sky full of downy snow.
She hunched her shoulders, sniffed, and began pondering how she might get in touch with whoever was in charge of the planet's borders. | 1 |
| 11 | Snezhnaya wing story
One cannot have both stars and snow. Either the snow clouds smother the starry sky, or the stellar dome shines brightly and the night is clear.
And of course, if all is well with the weather in a brightly lit corner of the mortal realm, one shall likely see neither stars nor snow.
As for this sky-palace, it reposed above the clouds, closer to the false dome of stars. Naturally, there was no snowfall here.
Of course, in this earthly paradise where time has frozen still, there is little point in discussing day and night, the changing seasons, temperature, precipitation probabilities...
After breaking free of her confinement, she found that this floor was completely deserted, save for two creatures that looked rather like hands, watching her with curiosity. She could not even tell which was the left hand and which was the right.
The temple's owner was nowhere to be found, and this floor was disconnected from the more populous levels below. For the time being, she had no way to leave the temple and escape without alerting the Watch. So, she had no choice but to chat with the two little hands to while away the time.
"Oh, so your world has tales of a bottle-dwelling divinity too. Jinns, Archons, angels... Whatever. Anything that grants people's wishes is probably a little psychologically unsound. And actually, by the third day after I was sealed in that coffin, I'd already decided that I'd kill the first person I saw after getting out."
And of course, she was only joking. She pressed all ten fingertips against those of one little hand, swaying their joined palms from side to side.
"In a tale from some distant land, there was a divinity inside a bottle... Sakhr, or something like that. It even shared a name with your master, in a manner of speaking. Trapped in that bottle, its longing for freedom slowly turned into hatred for everything around it. Fortunately, it came to its senses before it was too late. As for how the story ends, you ask?"
"I don't remember. It probably went off to explore a new world with the one who set them free. Who knows? That's just what I'd expect from the kind of popular fiction I usually read."
"If you don't keep yourself conscious, then yeah, there's really no sense of time inside this coffin. But I had to crack it. It was probably like solving a twenty-nine-story Tower of Hanoi. Years of keeping your mind completely focused. Pretty exhausting, you know."
Another day, she played Cat's Cradle with the two little hands.
"Oh, you call that toy a Pagoda Stack in your world. Never mind. It's essentially a mathematical model. As long as you understand it, that's all that matters. I don't actually know much about the culture and history of your planet. I write for the money, and I read novels for entertainment. I'm not particularly interested in learning about other worlds, nor do I have the leisure for all that metaphorical nonsense."
"You say there was once a civilization in this world that had both azure stars and white snow. Huh? Isn't the starry sky in this world fake?"
On the final day, her hands were tucked inside her sleeves, while the two little hands sat quietly to one side.
"But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore, does it? You say it 'once' existed, which means it doesn't anymore. You can't see it now anyway, so there's no need to dwell on it."
Seeing the two little hands looking somewhat dejected, she scratched at her neck.
"The universe is vast beyond measure. Somewhere, on some planet, in some world, there must surely be a Polestar capable of piercing through dark clouds and falling snow. If fate wills it, you'll encounter it someday. Keep your heart wide. A little wider than this universe, if you can." | 1 |
| 12 | "You say there was once a civilization in this world that had both azure stars and white snow. Huh? Isn't the starry sky in this world fake?"
On the final day, her hands were tucked inside her sleeves, while the two little hands sat quietly to one side.
"But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore, does it? You say it 'once' existed, which means it doesn't anymore. You can't see it now anyway, so there's no need to dwell on it."
Seeing the two little hands looking somewhat dejected, she scratched at her neck.
"The universe is vast beyond measure. Somewhere, on some planet, in some world, there must surely be a Polestar capable of piercing through dark clouds and falling snow. If fate wills it, you'll encounter it someday. Keep your heart wide. A little wider than this universe, if you can."
After that, she was secretly brought down to the mortal realm. It was the dead of winter, and snow was falling from the heavens.
She tucked her hands even deeper into her sleeves. Looking up, she tried to find the temple she had once known, or perhaps some even more distant starlight.
Sure enough, there was nothing but a sky full of downy snow.
She hunched her shoulders, sniffed, and began pondering how she might get in touch with whoever was in charge of the planet's borders. | 1 |
| 13 | 至冬风之翼故事
星辰与雪景无法兼得。要么雪云盖住星空，要么星汉灿烂、夜空晴好。
当然，在人间灯火明亮之处，若是天气好，更有可能是既无星辰，也无雪景。
这处天上的宫殿高于云层，所以离虚假的星空近一些，自然也不会有什么降雪了。
当然，在时间凝固的尘世乐园里，讨论昼夜、时令、温度、降水概率…这都没有意义。
她破开封禁之后发觉这一层毫无人烟，只有两只长得像是手的生物好奇地看着自己。她甚至分不清谁是左手谁是右手。
神殿的主人不在，自己这层又和比较有人气儿的下层不通。她暂时也没办法不惊动守望离开神殿、逃出生天，于是只好和这两只小手聊天解闷。
「哦，所以你们世界也有瓶中魔神的故事啊。镇灵、魔神、天使…随便啦，会回应人愿望的东西都有点心理不健康。以及，其实我被关入棺材的第三天就下定决心，出来之后杀了我看到的第一个人。」
——这句话当然是玩笑。她和一只小手十个指腹相贴，左右晃荡着掌心。
「遥远异邦的故事里，瓶中的魔神…萨克赫尔什么的…同你们那个主人有些同名之谊。它被困在瓶子中时，对自由的渴望逐渐扭曲成了对一切的憎恨。好在它及时醒悟了。至于你问结局？
「我不记得了。大概是和解放它的人一起去开辟新世界了吧。我只看流行小说的。」
「如果不去保持意识，这个棺材里确实就没有时间感。但是我需要破解它啊。大概就像是解二十九层汉诺塔一样。那可是高度集中注意力的好多年啊。很累的。」
另一日，她和两只小手玩起了翻花绳游戏。
「哦，你说你们世界那个玩具叫做堆栈塔啊。没事，本质上是个数学模型。你们懂就行。我其实没怎么了解过你们星球的文化和历史。我写东西都是为了钱，看小说也是消遣。我既没有兴趣了解别的世界，也没有隐喻啥的闲情逸致咧。」
「你说这个世界曾经有过能兼有苍星与白雪的文明啊。欸，这世界星空不是假的吗？」
最后的那一日，她的双手揣在自己袖子里。两只小手则安静地待在一边。
「不过无所谓了吧。你们说存在『过』，那就是不存在了嘛。反正都看不到了，那便不必挂怀。」
看着两只小手有些失落，她抓了抓脖子：
「宇宙浩瀚无垠，能刺破乌云与飘雪的极星肯定存在于某个星球、某个世界吧。有缘自会遇到的。心要大，要略大于这个宇宙啊。」
在那之后，她被偷偷带到了人间。时值凛冬，漫天飞雪。
她双手在袖子里藏得更深了。她抬头想要寻找曾经的神殿，或者更加遥远的星光。
果然只有漫天鹅毛雪凛啊。
她缩了缩脖子，吸了吸鼻子，盘算着接下来怎么和管理星球边界的人搭上线。
Snezhnaya wing story
One cannot have both stars and snow. Either the snow clouds smother the starry sky, or the stellar dome shines brightly and the night is clear.
And of course, if all is well with the weather in a brightly lit corner of the mortal realm, one shall likely see neither stars nor snow.
As for this sky-palace, it reposed above the clouds, closer to the false dome of stars. Naturally, there was no snowfall here.
Of course, in this earthly paradise where time has frozen still, there is little point in discussing day and night, the changing seasons, temperature, precipitation probabilities...
After breaking free of her confinement, she found that this floor was completely deserted, save for two creatures that looked rather like hands, watching her with curiosity. She could not even tell which was the left hand and which was the right.
The temple's owner was nowhere to be found, and this floor was disconnected from the more populous levels below. For the time being, she had no way to leave the temple and escape without alerting the Watch. So, she had no choice but to chat with the two little hands to while away the time.
"Oh, so your world has tales of a bottle-dwelling divinity too. Jinns, Archons, angels... Whatever. Anything that grants people's wishes is probably a little psychologically unsound. And actually, by the third day after I was sealed in that coffin, I'd already decided that I'd kill the first person I saw after getting out."
And of course, she was only joking. She pressed all ten fingertips against those of one little hand, swaying their joined palms from side to side.
"In a tale from some distant land, there was a divinity inside a bottle... Sakhr, or something like that. It even shared a name with your master, in a manner of speaking. Trapped in that bottle, its longing for freedom slowly turned into hatred for everything around it. Fortunately, it came to its senses before it was too late. As for how the story ends, you ask?"
"I don't remember. It probably went off to explore a new world with the one who set them free. Who knows? That's just what I'd expect from the kind of popular fiction I usually read."
"If you don't keep yourself conscious, then yeah, there's really no sense of time inside this coffin. But I had to crack it. It was probably like solving a twenty-nine-story Tower of Hanoi. Years of keeping your mind completely focused. Pretty exhausting, you know."
Another day, she played Cat's Cradle with the two little hands.
"Oh, you call that toy a Pagoda Stack in your world. Never mind. It's essentially a mathematical model. As long as you understand it, that's all that matters. I don't actually know much about the culture and history of your planet. I write for the money, and I read novels for entertainment. I'm not particularly interested in learning about other worlds, nor do I have the leisure for all that metaphorical nonsense." | 28 550 |
| 14 | 达妮卡专武故事
「去往风雪中吧。今后无论你意欲何为，皆随你自己的心愿便是。」
「唯独不可屠戮无罪的人类，不可像那些痴愚的凶兽般僭称为王。」
「倘若你敢违逆此言、将晨星的圣名玷染，我定要亲手将你刺穿。」
酷烈如冬的特训终是迎来了结束，猩红的雪之王女将枪掷向少年，
漫不经心地应允了他辞别的请求，又以森冷的杀意向他烙下诫言。
然而待到喧闹的脚步声彻底远去，无风的庭园重归于死寂的荒凉，
失国的血孃俯瞰着受庇护的人类，心中余下的却唯有刺骨的觖望。
冻馁与贪婪总会滋生卑劣的倾轧，自倚得宠的庸众彼此明争暗抢，
本应继承星辰的宠儿，竟如肮脏的劣犬般为分食残炙而撕咬相抗。
「何等丑陋、何等可憎…人，这便是你们回报我母亲梦想的模样。」
纵是夷灭过万千氏族的妖灵，残虐的王女也未曾将锋芒指向羔羊，
可目睹黄金的旧梦沦没至此，那濒临干涸的耐性终是化为了烈怒。
灼目的朱红如河川肆流雪原，幸存者战栗啼哭乞求庇护主的饶恕，
而就在那赤色漫漶的泥泞中，就在无数畏惧顺服仰望她的视线中，
幼小的少女竟拾起了染血的尖石，向那高高在上的身影奋力掷去。
「——畜生！怪物！草菅人命的怪物！去死吧，愿你今生惨死，来世为奴！」
渺小的碎石还未滚落至银靴边，冰冷的枪尖已抵住那脆弱的咽喉。
可预想中的死亡却迟迟未降临，失国的雪精只是默然凝视着少女。
双亲丧于同族之手的少女颤抖着，眼眸中却没有恐惧，唯有恨意。
是啊，那已经是多久以前的事情了呢？
她也曾像这样，仰望着、诅咒着天空，
草菅人命的天空，夺去了母亲的天空…
恍若于灰烬中重见黄金的微光，猩红的雪之王女将孤儿带回宫廷，
命她作随侍左右的侍女，并以前所未有的温柔，将武艺尽数相授。
永生者眼中不过须臾的岁月，足以令幼弱的雏鸟长成威严的猛禽。
尽管师父向她倾注了笨拙的温存，枯冷的荒山终究难叫凡人扎根。
不忍见受庇护的同胞日渐麻木，羽翼既丰的侍女向高座俯首请命，
乞求率领愿行的族人远赴荒原，去往没有神明庇护的风雪中求生。
原本已做好被银枪刺穿的觉悟，沉默良久的师父却问她什么是爱。
「我无法回答您。凡人的生命太过短暂，未及参透便会如雪消融。」
「即便我不离去，我能陪伴在您身边的时日，于您也不过是一瞬。」
「可我的主人啊，尽管短命的我们生来便注定要走向永远的离别，」
「尽管有朝一日，我亦同样会将我心中深爱的人独留于漫漫长夜，」
「后人必循着足迹前赴后继，正如万千凝雪终会汇作轰鸣的春潮。」
「我向您许诺，终有一日，后人会给您答案…您渴望的爱的答案。」
「…你什么也没回答，涅普菈。」猩红的雪之王女并未如预想发怒，
只是轻轻叹息一声，将屠戮无数妖灵的魔枪德戈梅诺交到她手中。
「罢了…去吧。从今往后你不再是我的侍女，而是你们自己的王。」
「让他们叫你科洛列维齐娜。若晨星不再升起，你便要做人的王。」 | 28 569 |
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After completing Danika's Meeting Point quests, it will show: More Meeting Point Chronicles are on the way. Stay tuned... | 1 096 |
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