角色故事•一（解鎖條件：角色等級20）
她從奈落的最深處脫逃，沿途燒盡一切同她有關的記憶。
我們循着一路的灼痕追至此地，無數憶庭之鏡映照出少女孑然一人的身影。
「憶者大麗花，你為何叛離憶庭？」
她用利爪輕叩臉頰，笑容在無數鏡面中勾起相同的弧度。
「只是厭倦而已…正如我曾背叛『毀滅』。」
她的目光掃過鏡中的萬千自己——
「是啊…我已落入你們的鏡中。可這是不是也意味着，當我點燃自己的記憶，所有的鏡面也會因我而燃燒？」
她跳起神秘的舞步，一同旋轉裙裾的還有萬千鏡中人…衣襬上的冷焰溫柔地舔舐着鏡面，隨後將它們吞入火中。
在憶庭之鏡的映照下，我看見那女人將記憶的花束盡數獻給烈火——她的孩童時代被焚燒殆盡，青春歲月化為飛灰，最後，是她的一切往昔……
一同燃燒的，還有我們的萬千鏡面。
「感覺渾身燥熱嗎？那就與我一同步入溫柔的火焰吧……」面前的鏡中，她對我展露笑靨。
我已聽不見那些吶喊…我滿懷欣喜地走入鏡中，想要追尋那起舞的身影——從亦步亦趨，再到舞步相合，我終於挽住了她的裙裾……
而她也終於看向我的眼睛。在搖曳的光芒中，她的雙手撫過我的裙角，她眼中的藍色就像溫柔的波濤，將我的所有淹沒。
——一位憶者的記憶
「憶者們以為我獻上了一切往昔，但誰說，那就是『我』的往昔呢？」
撥弄着魔尾上的火焰，她走向下一段回憶。
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
She escaped from the deepest depths of The Abyss, burning away every memory tied to her existence.
Following the trail of scorched marks, we tracked her to this place, where the countless Garden of Recollection's mirrors reflected the silhouette of a lone girl.
"Memokeeper Dahlia, why did you betray the Garden of Recollection?"
She tapped her cheek with her claws, her smile reflecting the same curve across innumerable mirrors.
"I simply grew tired of it... just as I once betrayed the Destruction."
Her gaze swept across numerous reflections of herself in the mirrors.
"Yes... I have fallen into your mirrors. But doesn't this mean that when I set my memories ablaze, all these mirrors will burn along with me?"
She pranced into a strange dance, her skirt twirling simultaneously in thousands of reflections... The cold flames on her dress hem gently licked the mirrors' surfaces, before swallowing them into the fire.
In the reflections of the Garden of Recollection's mirrors, I saw that lady offer all her bouquets of memories to the raging flames. Her childhood burned to ashes, her youth turned to dust, and finally, all of her past...
And burning along with them, our myriad mirrors.
"Feeling hot and restless? Then step into the gentle flames with me..." Through the mirror ahead, she smiled at me.
I can no longer hear those cries... With joy in my heart, I step into the mirror, chasing after that dancing figure. As I followed her steps, then matched her rhythm, I finally grasped the hem of her dress...
And at last, she met my gaze. In the flickering light, her hands smoothed over the hem of my dress, and the blue of her eyes drowned all of me, like tender waves.
— A Memokeeper's memory
"The Memokeepers thought I surrendered all my past, but who said those memories were 'mine'?"
Toying with the flames on her tail, she walked toward the next memory.
