角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
她说，她叫康士坦丝。
那是我第一次见她。一袭白色的连衣裙，为刚刚从培养仓里醒来的我梳发。
她说，她叫大丽花。
那是我第二次见她。在一次任务里，她的白手套替我擦去血迹…就像姐姐那样。
「别害怕，我一直在你身边。」
她消失在美梦深处，只留下似有若无的花香。
盛会之星有许多怀揣热望的逐梦客，而她随心所欲地成为他人记忆的一部分。
我遵循剧本的指示而行动，她却从未将它当成一回事。
在这漫长的宴会中，她在命途的五线谱上来回辗转，似乎不会拒绝任何一位的邀请——
她在「秩序」的乐章中穿行，却又忍不住触碰「同谐」的音符；她倾听着「繁育」的哼鸣，在命运的逗弄下，她主动被「虚无」的阴影吞没，又有意无意…沾惹了「记忆」的舞伴。
一如既往，她的兴致总是热烈而短暂。
她说，每一次将自己的生命置于刀尖，才能体会活着的喜悦。
所以，她看向我的眼神有些复杂——
我读出了怜悯——怜悯我那注定的死亡。我也读到了愉悦，仿佛她又创造了一份美丽的记忆。还有好奇，好奇我会如何反叛自己的命运。
我拜托她烧掉无名客与「终末」相关的记忆，只因那份记忆太过危险。
她用魔尾上的火焰燎燃无名客的往昔，可又微笑着告诉我，
没有什么会被真正遗忘——即使经受最强烈的燃烧。
也许，她已经这样做过千百万遍。
她背弃了许多，只因她始终追寻着什么。
或许正因如此，她才要一次又一次赶赴宴会。即使筵席上众人窃窃私语，怒骂她是哀悼和枯萎的象征。鲜有人记起，哀悼是对生命的献礼，枯萎之物也有极尽繁荣的往昔。
——来自某位星核猎手，一段受到扭曲的记忆
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
She said her name was Constance.
That was the first time I saw her. Wearing a white dress, she was fixing my hair as I had just woken up from the incubation pod.
She said her name was The Dahlia.
That was the second time I met her. During a mission, her white gloves wiped away blood stains off me... just like my sister used to do.
"Don't be afraid, I'll always be by your side."
She vanished into the depths of the sweet dream, leaving behind only a faint trace of floral fragrance.
The Planet of Festivities is full of eager Dreamchasers, yet she casually becomes a part of others' memories.
I follow the script's directions to take action, while she never took any of it seriously.
During this long banquet, she twirled along the musical stave of the Paths, seemingly unable to refuse any invitation...
She traverses through the Order's melody, yet can't resist touching the notes of Harmony. Listening to the hum of Propagation, and under destiny's playful whims, she willingly lets herself be swallowed by the shadows of Nihility, while deliberately or not... becoming entangled with the dance partner of Remembrance.
As always, her enthusiasm was intense, yet fleeting.
She said that only by putting her life on the edge of a blade could she truly feel the joy of being alive.
So, her gaze upon me was complex...
On her face, I saw pity for my inevitable death. I also saw delight, as if she had created another beautiful memory. Not to mention curiosity, to see how I would defy my destiny.
I asked her to burn away the Nameless' memories of the Finality, for those memories were far too dangerous.
With the flames from her tail, she set the Nameless' past ablaze. Yet, she smiled as she told me,
Nothing is ever truly forgotten, even through the most intense combustion.
Perhaps she has done this millions of times before.
She abandoned much, all because she was always searching for something.
Perhaps this is why she keeps attending banquet after banquet. Even as the attendees whisper and curse her as the symbol of mourning and decay. Few remember that mourning is a tribute to life, that withered things once had their moment of glory.
— A certain Stellaron Hunter's distorted memory
