角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
又一个寂静的夜晚。她如往常那样静静地坐在高处，看着灯火点亮又熄灭，一艘艘航船进出空港，直到黎明来临。
银狼打着哈欠，走到她身边。
「睡不着吗？」她挪了挪位置。
「做了个怪梦，梦见朋克洛德被电子恶魔入侵了，我一边跑一边用泡泡糖把病毒黏住，然后就醒了。」
「梦啊……」
「要出发去匹诺康尼了吗？」
「嗯。也许属于我的梦…就在那里。」
「但一个无法做梦的人要进入联觉梦境，付出的可是堪比『死亡』的代价。」
「我知道，我的意识将在忆质的重压下被粉碎，然后再以特殊的方法重组，如此才能抵达梦的国度…那死亡并不可怕，我早已习惯了。」
「…唉，行吧，祝你好运。记得替我向星穹列车问好。」
……
她来到阿斯德纳星系的边缘。忆海翻涌着巨浪，她犹如一粒火星，随时都可能在狂风中熄灭。
她跳起，跃入忆域。
重压从四面八方袭来，她的视线逐渐模糊，身体不受控制地坠向忆域深处。
那些藏在浓厚忆质中的情绪仿佛变作了幻影，在她耳边盘旋着，呼唤着。
——「尽情燃烧吧，为了格拉默的未来……」
——「为了，女皇陛下……」
——「它们虽然是渺小的生命，但在夜晚，它们比星星更耀眼……」
——「为什么死去？」
——「为什么活着？」
……
不知过了多久，汹涌的忆质平静了下来。
她睁开眼，匹诺康尼犹如一颗珍珠，散发着迷蒙的光芒，而眼泪正顺着脸庞滴落——
「这就是…梦？」
Character Story: Part IV
• Unlocked at Character Level 80
Another tranquil night unfolded. As she often did, she sat in silence on higher ground, observing the flickering lights. Countless ships gracefully entered and departed the harbor until the break of dawn.
Silver Wolf yawned and walked to her.
"Can't sleep?" She moved away to make some room.
"Yeah, I had a weird dream about Punklorde being invaded by cyberdemons. So I kept running around, sticking those viruses with my bubblegum, and then I woke up."
"A dream..."
"Leaving for Penacony?"
"Yes. Perhaps there... I'll find my own dream."
"But for someone who can't dream at all, the pain caused by entering the Synesthesia Dreamscape is more terrible than death."
"Yeah, I know. My consciousness will be crushed by the weight of memoria and then get reconstructed in a peculiar manner. This is the only way for me to enter the land of dreams... However, death doesn't frighten me, as I've grown used to it."
"...Hmm, fine. Wish you best of luck. And don't forget to say hello to the Express Crew for me."
...
She arrived at the periphery of Asdana. The ocean of memoria churned with colossal waves, threatening to eradicate her like a fleeting spark ready to go out anytime in the tempest.
With a swift leap, she plunged into the Memory Zone.
The immense pressure closed in from all sides, causing her vision to blur, and she uncontrollably descended into the depths of the Memory Zone.
Emotions concealed within the dense memoria became ethereal specters, haunting and whispering in her ears.
..."Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth..."
..."For Her Majesty..."
..."Though they are but specks, they shine brighter than the stars at night..."
..."For what do we die?"
..."For what do we live?"
...
After an indeterminate period of time, the raging memoria subsided.
Opening her eyes, she saw Penacony in front of her eyes, glowing like a radiant pearl and glistening with a misty aura, while tears streamed down her cheeks...
"Is this... a dream?".
