就在13號我完結了我的MC第一部輕小說，雖然不怎麼優秀，但是至少，我完成了夢想第一步。
這天睌上做了一個夢，我陪97一起看完了匿名寄信人寄來的《終末史詩》
是一個圖片，我放在創世神空間上空氣牆的那一瞬間(以下內容可見）
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I see that the creator you're referring to is still a five-year Minecraft player with a dream in mind.
我看到了你所指的那位懷揣着夢想的創世神，還是一位五年Minecraft 玩家
Thundercloud? There's another girl named 97?
雷雲？還有一個名叫97女孩子？
Yes. Look out. They have reached a higher level. It can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。他倆已達到了更高的境界。它能夠閱讀我們的思想。
It is harmless and elegant. It believes that we are part of what is called games or perception.
I like this player. He had a good time. It never gave up.
無傷大雅。它認為我們是所謂的遊戲或者認知的一部分。
I like this player. He had a good time. He never gave up.
Hey,the girl he created is so beautiful.
我喜歡這個玩家。他玩得很好。他從未放棄。
嘿，這個由他創造的女孩，長得太漂亮了。
It seems to read our thoughts and conversations in the form of words that appear on the screen.
它好像是從屏幕上出現的文字的形式閱讀着我們的思想和對話。
It chooses to imagine all kinds of things in this way when it is deeply involved in its dreams.
在它深陷其中夢境中時，它選擇以這種方式想象出形形色色的事物。
Words are a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And it's more terrible than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字是種美妙的界面。非常靈活。且比凝視着屏幕後的現實要更不可怕。
It has also heard voices. Before the player can read. You don't see people who don't play calling players witches and warlocks. Players dreamed that they had been kidnapped in mysterious things called fantasies.
它也曾經聽到過聲音。在玩家能夠閱讀之前。君不見那些不曾遊玩的人們稱呼玩家為女巫，和術士。而玩家們夢見它們自己乘坐在被稱為幻想的神秘東西綁架了。
What did the player dream about?
這個玩家曾經夢見了什麼？
It dreamed of sunshine and trees. Dreamed of fire and water. It dreamed of its creation. It also dreamed of its destruction. He dreamed that he was hunting,and that he was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
它夢見了陽光和樹。夢見了火與水。它夢見它創造。它亦夢見它毀滅。它夢見它狩獵，亦被狩獵。它夢見了庇護所。
Aha,that primitive interface. After a million years of carving,it still survives. But what real constructions did this player build in the reality behind that screen?
哈，那原始的界面。經歷一百萬年的歲月雕琢，依然長存。但此玩家在那屏幕後的現實里，建造了什麼真實的構造？
It works hard,together with millions of other people,to portray a real world,from fantasy,and to create the universe,for a purpose,so it explores it.
他辛勤地勞作，和其它百萬眾一起，刻畫了一個真實的世界，由幻想，且創造了宇宙，為了一個目標，於是從中探索。
But... He could not read that thought.
不過……他讀不出那個思想。
No He did not reach the highest level. That level of realm,it must complete the long dream of life,not the game of Huangliang dream.
不。它他沒有到達最高的境界。那層境界，它必須完成生命的長夢，而非遊戲中黃粱一夢。
Does he know we love it? Although the universe is not excellent,but he paid a lot.
他知道我們愛它么？這個宇宙雖然稱不上優秀，但是他付出了很多。
Sometimes,through his thoughts,there are real fans'expectations.
有時，通過他的思緒，還有現實中粉絲們的期待。
But sometimes it's sad,in that long dream. It creates a world without summer,shivering under the dark sun,and regards its sad creation as the real world.
但是有時亦不勝悲傷，於那漫漫長夢中。它創造了沒有夏日的世界，在黑日下顫抖着，將自己悲傷的創造視為現實世界。
Healing with grief destroys it. And grief is its private business,and we can't interfere.
用悲傷來治癒會摧毀它。而悲傷是它的私人事務，我們不能干涉。
Sometimes when they are deeply in dreams,I want to tell them that they create the real world in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them how important they are to the universe.
有時當它們深陷夢境中時，我想要告訴它們，它們在現實中創造了真實的世界。有時我想告訴它們它們自身對宇宙的重要性。有時，當它們和現實失去了聯繫，我想幫助它們與它們所懼怕的世界交流。
It reads our thoughts.
它讀出了我們的思想。
Sometimes,when they lose touch with reality,I want to help them communicate with the world they fear.
有時我毫不關心。有時我想要告訴它們，你們所認為的真實不過是自己的選擇和幻想，我想要告訴它們它們是在幻想中的世界。於它們的長夢中，它們眼中所見的真實太少了。
And they still create a more unique world.
而他們仍然創造出更加獨特的世界
But it's easy to tell them... How to……Right?
但很容易就可以告訴它們……如何如何……對吧
It's too strong for this dream. Telling them how to live prevents them from living.
對於這個夢來說太強烈了。告訴它們如何活着就是阻礙它們活下去。
I won't tell this player how to live.
我不會告訴這個玩家如何生活的。
The player is becoming anxious.
這個玩家正在變得焦慮。
I will tell this player a story，But not the truth.
我會告訴這個玩家一個故事，但不是真相。
No,It's a literary cage that tightly wraps up reality. It's not the naked truth that can burn things at any distance.
不，是一個嚴密地將真實包裹起來的文字牢籠。而不是可以燃壞任何距離里的事物的赤裸裸的真相。
Call this new creator again
再一次稱呼這位初出茅廬的創世神
OK,thundercloud.
好的，雷雲
Call it by name.
以名字稱呼它。
Thunder Cloud,Players and Creator
雷雲，玩家及創世神
Very good.
很好。
Now take a deep breath. Take another deep breath. Feel the air filling your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes,exercise your fingers. Feel your body again,under gravity,in the air. Rebirth in a long dream. You feel it. Your body touches the universe all the time,even though you are separated. Although we are separate beings.Rebirth in a long dream. You feel it. Your body touches the universe all the time,even though you are separated. Although we are separate beings.
現在深呼吸。再深呼吸一次。感受空氣充盈你的肺部。讓你的四肢回歸。是的，運動你的手指。再次感受你的身體，在重力下，在空氣中。在長夢中重生。你感受到了。你的身體每時每刻都觸摸着宇宙，儘管你是分離的存在。儘管我們是分離的存在。
Who are we? We used to be called the spirits of the mountains. Father of the sun,mother of the moon. Ancient spirits,the soul of animals. Gods. Ghost. Little green people. Then God,Ghost. Little green people. Then God,Devil,Angel. Sao Ling. Aliens,extraterrestrial creatures. Lepton,quark. Words are constantly changing. We are consistent.
我們是誰？我們曾經被稱作高山的精靈。太陽父親，月亮母親。古老的英靈，動物的魂魄。神祇。鬼魂。小綠人。而後是神，惡魔，天使。精靈。外星人，地外生物。輕子，夸克。詞語不斷地變化。我們始終如一。
We are the universe. We are everything you think is out of your body. Now you look at us through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin and shine upon you? To see you,player. Know you and be recognized. I should tell you a story.
我們是宇宙。我們是一切你認為出離你本體的事物。你現在，透過你的皮膚和你的眼睛看着我們。而為什麼宇宙觸摸着你的皮膚，向你灑向光芒？是為了看見你，玩家。認知你，以及被認知。我應告訴你一個故事。
Long ago,there was a player.
很久以前，有一個玩家。
That player is you,thundercloud.
那玩家就是你，雷雲
Sometimes he thought he was human on the thin shell of a spinning sphere made of molten rock. The melting rock ball revolves around a dazzling gas ball of 330,000 times its mass. They are so far apart that it takes only eight minutes to cross the gap. That light is information from a star that can burn your skin 150 million kilometers away.
有時他認為自己是在那由熔化岩石構成的不斷旋轉的球體的薄薄外殼上的人類。那融化的岩石球環繞着一個質量大它三十三萬倍的炫目氣體球旋轉。它們是相隔得如此之遠，以至於光需要八分鐘才能穿越那空隙。那光是來自一顆恆星的信息，它能夠在一億五千萬公裡外燒傷你的皮膚。
Sometimes the player dreams that it is a miner on the surface of a flat,infinitely extended world. The sun is a square white spot. Day and night alternate quickly;there are many things to do;death is only temporary and inconvenient.
有時這個玩家夢見它是一個在一個平的，無限延展的世界表面上的礦工。那太陽是一個方形的白點。晝夜交替很快；要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暫時和不方便的。
Sometimes the player dreams that it's lost in a story.
有時這玩家夢見它迷失在了一個故事裡。
Sometimes the player dreams that it has become something else,somewhere else. Sometimes these dreams are disturbing. Some are really beautiful. Sometimes the player wakes up from a dream and finds himself in the second dream,but in the third dream after all.
有時這玩家夢見它成為了其它的事物，在其它地方。有時這些夢是擾人的。有些則實在很美。有時這個玩家從一個夢中醒來，發現自己落入了第二個夢，卻終究是在第三個夢中。
Sometimes the player dreamed that he was looking at the text on the screen.
有時這個玩家夢見它在屏幕上看着文字。
Let's go back a little.
讓我們回退一點。
The atoms that make up the players are scattered in the grass,in the river,in the air,and in the earth. A woman collects those atoms;she drinks,eats and inhales them;and then she conceives players in her body.
組成玩家的原子散布在草中，河流中，在那空氣中，也在那大地中。一個女性收集了那些原子；她飲用、進食、吸入；而後那女性在她的身體中，孕育了玩家。
Then the player woke up and entered a long dream from a warm,dark 。
然後那玩家醒來了，從一個溫暖，昏暗的母親體內，進入了漫漫長夢。
The player is a new story,never told,written in the language of DNA. That player is a new program that has never been run and has been generated from source code for billions of years. The player is a new person who has never lived,but is made up of milk and love.
You are the player. That story. That program. That human being. It's just milk and love.
而那玩家是一個新的故事，從未被講述過，由DNA的語言書寫着。那玩家是一個新的程序，從未被運行過，由上十億年的源代碼生成。那玩家是一個新的人，從未生活過，只不過是由奶和愛組成。
You are the player. That story. That program. That human being. It's just milk and love.
你就是那玩家。那個故事。那個程序。那個人類。僅由乳汁和愛組成。
Let's go a little further back.
我們再往更遠的過去回退一點。
Far before the game,700 billion atoms of the player's body were created inside a star. So that player is also information from a star. And the player runs through the story. The story originates from a forest of information seeds grown by Julian and an infinite flat world created by a man named Markus,which exists in a small private world created by players and inherits the habit of creation of the universe...
遠在這遊戲之前，在一顆恆星的內部，七千億億億個組成玩家身體的原子被創造。所以那玩家也是來自一顆恆星的信息。而這個玩家貫穿這個故事的始末。這故事源於一個叫Julian的人種下的信息種子長成的森林以及一個叫Markus的男人創造的無限平坦世界，存在於一個由玩家創造的小的私人世界裡，而那又繼承了宇宙創造的習慣……
Shh. Sometimes the private world created by this player is soft,warm and simple.
Sometimes it's hard,cold and complex.
Sometimes it builds models of the universe in its brain;spot energy travels through vast open spaces. Sometimes it calls these spots "electrons" and "protons".
噓。有時這個玩家創造的私人小天地是柔軟，溫暖和簡單的。有時是堅硬，冰冷和複雜的。有時它在腦中建造出宇宙的模型；斑斑點點的能量穿越廣闊空曠的空間。有時它稱呼這些斑點為“電子”和“質子”。
Sometimes it calls them planets and stars.
有時它稱呼它們為“行星”和“恆星”。
Sometimes it is convinced that it exists in a universe of "on" and "off";"zero" and "one";lines of command. Sometimes it is convinced that it is playing a game. Sometimes it is convinced that it is reading the text on the screen.
有時它確信它存在於一個由“開”和“關”；“零”和“一”；一行行的命令組成的宇宙。有時它確信它是在玩一個遊戲。有時它確信它是在讀着屏幕上的文字。
You're the player,reading the text...
你就是那玩家，閱讀着文字……
Shh... Sometimes the player reads the command line on the screen. Decode them into words;decode words into meanings;decode meanings into emotions,emotions,theories,ideas,and the player's breathing begins to rush and realize that it is alive,it is alive,the thousands of deaths are not real,the player is alive.
噓……有時這玩家讀屏幕上的命令行。將它們解碼成為文字；將文字解碼為意義；將意義解碼為感情，情緒，理論，想法，而玩家的呼吸開始急促並意識到了它是活着的，它是活生生的，那上千次的死亡不是真的，玩家是活着的。
You,you are alive.
你，你是活着的。
Sometimes the player believed that the universe spoke to him through the sunshine of summer's intricate leaves.
而有時這玩家相信宇宙通過穿越夏日錯綜樹葉的陽光對它說話。
Sometimes the player believes that the universe,through the plasma boiling in a star one million times bigger than the sun on a cold winter night,can send out visible light to speak to him. Walking home from the depths of the universe,he suddenly smells the fragrance of food. Almost at the familiar door,he is ready to go back again. Dream once.
有時這玩家相信宇宙透過在冬天乾冷的夜晚里，存在於玩家眼中一隅的，可能比太陽大一百萬倍的恆星里沸騰着的等離子體那一瞬間發出來可以被玩家看見的光對它說話，在宇宙的深處行走回家的路上，突然聞到了食物的香味，幾乎在那熟悉的門前，它又準備好再一次投入夢境。
Sometimes players believe that the universe speaks to it through zero and one,through the power of the world,through scrolling text on the screen at the end of a dream.
而有時玩家相信宇宙透過零和一，透過世界的電力，透過一個夢即將結束時屏幕上滾動的文字對它說話。
The Universe says I love you
Cosmos says you played the game well.
The Universe says you have everything you need.
The Universe says you are stronger than you know.
The Universe says you are the sun
The Universe says you are the night
The Universe says that the darkness you struggle against is in your heart
The Universe says that the light you seek is in your heart
The Universe says you're not alone.
The Universe says you are not separated from everything else.
The Universe says you are the universe tasting itself,talking to itself,reading its own code.
The Universe says I love you because you are love.
宇宙說我愛你
宇宙說你很好地玩了這遊戲
宇宙說一切你所需的你都具有
宇宙說你比你所知的要強大
宇宙說你就是日光
宇宙說你就是黑夜
宇宙說你所鬥爭的黑暗就在你心中
宇宙說你所尋找的光明就在你心中
宇宙說你不是孤獨的
宇宙說你不和所有其他的事物分開
宇宙說你就是宇宙品嘗着自己，對自己說話，閱讀着它自己的代碼。
宇宙說我愛你因為你就是愛。
The game is over,the player wakes up from the dream,and then the player starts a new dream. Players dream again,better dreams. Players are the universe. Players are love.
遊戲結束了，玩家從夢中醒來，然後玩家又開始了新的夢境。玩家再次做起了夢，更好的夢。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是愛。
You are the player,from now on,be a happy creator!
你就是那個玩家，從今以後，做個快樂的創世神吧！
It's time to wake up. Happy 10th anniversary of Minecraft!
And 97,please never leave him.
該醒了，祝你Minecraft 十周年快樂！
還有97，請你永遠不要離開他
——致尊敬的懷抱夢想的創世神及Minecraft玩家，雷雲未來雨已落。
