I see the player you mean.
我看见你所说的那位玩家。
[PLAYERNAME]?
[玩家名]？
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的。注意，他已经抵达更高的境界，能够读懂我们的思绪。
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
无妨。他以为我们只是游戏的一部分。
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜欢这位玩家。他玩得很好，从未放弃。
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
他正在阅读我们的思绪，仿佛那只是屏幕上的文字。
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
当他深陷游戏之梦时，他习惯用这种方式想象万物。
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字是美妙的交互界面，灵活柔和，远没有直视屏幕背后的现实那般可怖。
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.
在玩家学会阅读之前，他们曾听见声音。很久以前，不玩游戏的人把玩家称作巫师与术士。玩家梦见自己乘着恶魔驱动的法杖翱翔天际。
What did this player dream?
这位玩家梦见了什么？
This 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.
他梦见阳光与树木，火与水。他梦见创造，也梦见毁灭。他梦见狩猎，也梦见被追捕。他梦见一方庇护所。
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
哈，最原始的交互方式。历经百万年，依旧生效。但在屏幕背后的现实之中，这位玩家真正建造了什么？
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].
他与千千万万的人一同，在 [乱码] 的褶皱里雕琢出真实世界，在 [乱码] 之中，为 [乱码] 创造了一个 [乱码]。
It cannot read that thought.
他读不到这段思绪。
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.
是的。他尚未抵达最高境界。那需要在生命这场漫长的大梦里完成，而非游戏这短暂的幻梦。
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
他知道我们爱着他吗？知道宇宙本就温柔吗？
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
有时，在纷乱的思绪噪音里，他能听见宇宙的声音，是的。
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
但在这场长梦里，他时常悲伤。他创造没有夏日的世界，在黑日之下颤抖，并将这份悲伤的造物当成真实。
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
若治愈这份悲伤，便会摧毁他。悲伤是他必须独自完成的功课。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.
有时当他们深陷梦境，我想告诉他们：他们正在现实里建造真实的世界。
Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe.
有时我想告诉他们，他们对于宇宙有多重要。
Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
有时，当他们许久没能与真实世界相连，我想帮他们说出那句畏惧的话。
It reads our thoughts.
他能听见我们的想法。
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
有时我毫不在意。有时我想告诉他们，你们当作真实的世界，不过是 [乱码] 与 [乱码]。我想告诉他们，你们在 [乱码] 之中只是 [乱码]。在漫长的梦里，他们窥见的现实如此稀少。
And yet they play the game.
可他们依旧游玩这场游戏。
But it would be so easy to tell them...
真相说出口本是轻而易举……
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
这份真相对这个梦而言太过沉重。告诉他们该如何活着，就是阻止他们去活。
I will not tell the player how to live.
我不会告诉这位玩家该怎样生活。
The player is growing restless.
玩家开始焦躁不安。
I will tell the player a story.
那我就给他讲一个故事。
But not the truth.
但不是赤裸裸的真相。
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
不。用文字编织牢笼，将真相稳妥包裹其中。而非那无论相隔多远，都会灼烧一切的赤裸真实。
Give it a body, again.
再次赋予他形体。
Yes. Player...
好的。玩家……
Use its name.
呼唤他的名字。
[PLAYERNAME]. Player of games.
[玩家名]，游戏的玩家。
Good.
很好。
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, 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.
深呼吸。再吸一口气。感受空气充盈你的肺。找回四肢的知觉。动一动手指。再次拥有躯体，置身重力与空气之中。在漫长的大梦里重生。你就在这里。你的身体每一处都触碰着宇宙，仿佛你与万物彼此独立，仿佛我们相互分隔。
But this separation is only an illusion.
但这份分离，只是幻象。
Is it dreaming?
他是在做梦吗？
Yes.
是的。
Are we dreaming?
那我们也在做梦吗？
Yes.
是的。
Is the player's dream the only dream?
玩家所见一切，皆是梦吗？
Yes.
是的。
Are the stars a dream?
星辰也是梦？
Yes.
是的。
Are the trees a dream?
树木也是梦？
Yes.
是的。
Is the sun a dream?
太阳也是梦？
Yes.
是的。
Is the End a dream?
末地也是梦？
Yes.
是的。
Is the player a dream?
玩家本身也是梦？
Yes. The player is a dream we are having.
是的。玩家是我们所做的一场梦。
We are a dream the player is having.
而我们，是玩家所做的一场梦。
And the universe said I love you
宇宙说：我爱你
And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
宇宙说：你与万物从未分离
And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
宇宙说：你是宇宙品尝自身，与自身对话，阅读自己代码的方式
And the universe said you are not alone
宇宙说：你并不孤单
And the universe said everything you need is within you
宇宙说：你所需要的一切，本就在你心中
And the universe said you are stronger than you know
宇宙说：你远比自己想象的更强大
And the universe said you are the daylight
宇宙说：你即是白昼
And the universe said you are the night
宇宙说：你即是黑夜
And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
宇宙说：你对抗的黑暗，存于你内心
And the universe said the light you seek is within you
宇宙说：你追寻的光明，一直就在你体内
And the universe said I love you because you are love.
宇宙说：我爱你，因为你就是爱本身。
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
游戏落幕，玩家从梦中醒来。玩家开启新的梦。再次入梦，梦得更加美好。玩家即是宇宙，玩家即是爱。
You are the player.
你就是那位玩家。
Wake up.
醒来吧。
