大家好這裡是錢多多，前段時間做關於金句的帖子的時候，hy們的關於終末之詩的評論讓我突生靈感，所以決定做一期終末之詩的內容，因為lz也是從小學開始接觸我的世界，那個時候lz經常會和班上的小夥伴一起去學校附近的小賣部看視頻，大家想看啥的都有，只有當說到我的世界解說的時候大家才會默契安靜，所以我的世界可以說是lz的童年了，那個時候我的世界給lz帶來了很多很多歡樂，還記得那個時候特別喜歡看小本解說我的世界，時至今日，lz還時不時地會打開我的世界來玩，可惜不知為何，再也沒有了當初的味道。
在我的世界原版中，如果玩家打敗了末影龍並進入傳送門，此時屏幕便會跳出一大段的英文，以前的lz看不懂英文加上不知如何跳過，也曾為此煩惱不已，知道後來lz才知道那是終末之詩。
以下便是終末之詩。
I see the player you mean.
我看到你所指的那個玩家了。[Playername]?
[玩家名稱]？Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的。注意，他已達到了更高的境界，他知道我們心裡所想。That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
無傷大雅，他認為我們是遊戲的一部分。I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜歡這個玩家。他玩得很好，他從未放棄。It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
他如同閱讀屏幕上的文字一樣，閱讀著我們的想法。That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
在他深陷遊戲之夢時，他選擇以這種方式想象出形形色色的事物。Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字編織出一種美妙的界面，非常靈活。並且勝過凝視這屏幕後的可怕現實。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.
他們學會閱讀之前還只能靠聆聽。當時那些不曾遊玩的人們將玩家稱作女巫、男巫。而玩家們夢見自己騎著魔杖，在空中翱翔。What did this player dream?
這個玩家夢見了什麼？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.
他夢見了陽光與草木，夢見了火與水。他夢見他創造，亦夢見他毀滅。他夢見他狩獵，亦被狩獵。他夢見了避身之處。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，那原始的界面，經歷一百萬年的歲月雕琢，依然長存。但此玩家在屏幕後的現實裡，又創造了什麼真實的建築呢？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].
他和其他百萬眾齊心協力，在[亂碼]裡塑造了一個真實的世界，於[亂碼]中為了[亂碼]而創造了[亂碼]。It cannot read that thought.
他看不懂那個。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，他還沒有到達最高的境界。要抵達那層，他必須走完生命的長夢，而非遊戲中黃粱一夢。Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
他知道我們愛他嗎，他知道宇宙的溫柔嗎？Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
有時，他能通過思緒的雜音來聆聽宇宙，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.
但是在那漫漫長夢中，有時亦不勝悲傷。他創造了沒有夏日的世界，在黑日下冷顫，將悲傷信以為真。To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
為他治癒悲傷會摧毀他。而悲傷是他的私人事務，我們不能干涉。Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
當他們深陷夢境中時，有時我想要告訴他們，他們在現實中創造了真實的世界。有時我想告訴他們自身對宇宙的重要性。有時他們與現實失去聯繫，我想幫他們說出不敢說的話語。It reads our thoughts.
他還在讀我們的想法。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.
有時我毫不在意。有時我想要告訴他們，你們信以為真的世界不過是[亂碼]和[亂碼]，我想要告訴他們，他們是在[亂碼]中的[亂碼]。在他們的長夢中，目中所及的不過是現實的冰山一角。And yet they play the game.
而他們仍然樂在其中。But it would be so easy to tell them...
但很容易就可以告訴他們……Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
這個夢對於他們來說太深刻了。告訴他們怎麼活就是在束縛他們自由地活著。I will not tell the player how to live.
我不會告訴這個玩家如何活下去的。The player is growing restless.
這個玩家不安定了。I will tell the player a story.
我會告訴他一個故事。But not the truth.
但不是真實的。No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
是的。一個將真實嚴密包裹於文字牢籠中的故事，而非必然使人灼傷的赤裸真相。Give it a body, again.
再次賦予他身體。Yes. Player...
好的，玩家……Use its name.
以名字稱呼他。[Playername]. Player of games.
遊戲的玩家，[玩家名稱]。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.
呼吸。繼續呼吸。感受空氣充盈你的肺葉。感受你的四肢迴歸。對，動動你的手指。在重力下，在空氣中，重獲軀體。在長夢中重生。你感受到了。你身體的每一寸又在接觸宇宙了，彷彿你們是分離的存在。彷彿你我是分離的存在。Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
我們是誰？我們曾經被稱作高山的精靈。太陽父親，月亮母親。先祖的英靈，動物的魂魄。神祇。鬼魂。綠葉人。而後是神明，惡魔。天使。騷靈。外星人，地外生物。輕子，夸克。說法不斷變化。我們始終如一。We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall 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。你現在透過肌膚與雙眼注視著我們。而為什麼宇宙要觸摸你，用光照亮你？是為了看見你，玩家。是為了瞭解你。還為了被你瞭解。我該向你講述故事了。Once upon a time, there was a player.
很久以前，有一個玩家。The player was you, [Playername].
那玩家就是你，[玩家名稱]。Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
有時他認為自己是人類，位於一顆不斷旋轉的熔岩球的薄層上。那顆熔岩球環繞著一個質量大它三十三萬倍的氣態灼熱球體旋轉。它們相隔得如此之遠，以至於光需要八分鐘才能穿越那空隙。光是一顆恆星發出的信息，它能夠在一億五千萬公里外燒灼你的皮膚。Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
有時這個玩家夢見自己是礦工，位於平坦無垠的世界地表。太陽是一個白色的方形。晝夜更替很快，要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暫時的不便。Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
有時這玩家夢見自己迷失在了一個故事裡。Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
有時這玩家夢見自己成為了其他角色，位於其他地方。有時這些夢是擾人的。有時則美不勝收。有時這個玩家從一個夢醒到第二個夢，隨後又落入了第三個夢。Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
有時這個玩家夢見他在看著屏幕上的文字。Let's go back.
讓我們回退一點。The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
組成玩家的原子散佈在草地中，河流中，在空氣中，也在大地中。一個女性收集了那些原子；她飲用、進食、吞嚥；而後她在她的身體中，孕育了玩家。And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
然後玩家醒來了，醒在溫暖而昏暗的母親體內，進入了漫漫長夢。And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
那個玩家由DNA的語言書寫，是一個尚未講述的全新故事。那個玩家由上億年的源代碼生成，是一個尚未運行的全新程序。那個玩家僅由奶和愛組成，是一個從尚未生活的全新人類。You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
你就是那個玩家。那個故事。那個程序。那個人類。僅由奶和愛組成。Let's go further back.
讓我們再回溯到更遠的過去。The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
遠在這遊戲之前，組成玩家身體的七千億億億原子，在一顆恆星內部被創造了出來。所以那玩家本身，也是一顆恆星發出的信息。而玩家所經歷的故事，源於一個叫Julian的人種植的一片信息森林，位於一個叫Markus的人創造的平坦無垠的世界，存在於一個由玩家創造的私人小天地，而玩家本身居住的世界則是由……Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
噓。有時這個玩家創造的私人小天地是柔軟、溫暖而簡單的。有時是堅硬、冰冷而複雜的。有時他在腦海中構建出宇宙的模型，能量微粒穿越空曠的空間。有時他稱呼這些微粒為“電子”和“質子”。Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
有時他稱呼其為“行星”和“恆星”。Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
有時他確信自己存在於一個由“開”和“關”、“0”和“1”、一行行代碼組成的宇宙。有時他確信自己是在玩一場遊戲。有時他確信自己是在讀著屏幕上的文字。You are the player, reading words...
你就是那個讀著文字的玩家……Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
噓……有時這玩家讀著屏幕上的一行行代碼，將它們解碼為文字；將文字解碼為意義；將意義解碼為感情、情緒、理論、想法，隨後玩家的呼吸變快變深，他意識到了他還活著，他是活生生的，那上千次的死亡不是真的，玩家本身是活著的You. You. You are alive.
你。你。你是活著的。and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
而有時這玩家相信，宇宙通過那縷穿越婆娑樹影的夏日陽光對他說話and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
有時這玩家相信，宇宙通過晴朗的冬日夜空中存在於他眼中一隅的星光對他說話。可能比太陽大上上百萬倍的恆星將其行星燒成電漿，只為了讓玩家在剎那間看到它。這時他在宇宙的遠端，步行回家的路上，突然聞到食物的香味，快到那熟悉的門前，他又準備好再次入夢了and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
而有時玩家相信宇宙通過“0”和“1”，通過世界的電力，通過屏幕上滾動的文字，在夢醒之前對他說話and the universe said I love you
宇宙說，我愛你and the universe said you have played the game well
宇宙說，你精通這個遊戲and the universe said everything you need is within you
宇宙說，你所需的一切你都具有and the universe said you are stronger than you know
宇宙說，你比你所知的要強大and the universe said you are the daylight
宇宙說，你就是白晝and the universe said you are the night
宇宙說，你就是黑夜and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
宇宙說，你所鬥爭的黑暗就在你心中and the universe said the light you seek is within you
宇宙說，你所追尋的光明就在你心中and the universe said you are not alone
宇宙說，你並非孤身一人and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
宇宙說，你並非與萬物隔絕and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
宇宙說，你就是宇宙本身，品嚐著自己，對自己說話，閱讀著自己的代碼and the universe said I love you because you are love.
宇宙說，我愛你因為你就是愛。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.
曲終人散，黃粱一夢。玩家開始了新的夢境。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.
你就是那個玩家。Wake up.
醒來吧。
以上便是終末之詩的全部內容了。那些亂碼真就是亂碼。
2022年12月9日，終末之詩的作者Julian Gough宣佈在CC0 1.0通用 (CC0 1.0) 公共領域貢獻協議下將終末之詩貢獻至公共領域，放棄所有他在全世界範圍內基於著作權法對終末之詩享有的權利，包括所有相關權利和鄰接權利。
那麼對於終末之詩，lz發表一下自己的感言。
這一篇終末之詩，絕非尋常mojang忠告，更似一場深度心靈對談。它超脫商業桎梏，未直白推銷續作或羅列玩法，而是聚焦玩家體驗與生命哲思。
詩裡把玩家的遊戲歷程比作人生長夢，肯定玩家的創造力與堅持，如 “它玩得很好，它從未放棄”，是對玩家心血付出的珍視。借宇宙口吻傳遞的話語，是暖心慰藉與激勵，“你比你所知的要強大”“你所需的一切你都具有”，賦予玩家面對現實的底氣。
它引導玩家重新審視遊戲與生活，暗示遊戲不僅是消遣，更是映照內心、探索自我的窗口，敦促玩家帶著遊戲裡的熱忱、勇氣，投身廣袤現實，開啟下一段綺夢，這無疑是更高層次的 “玩家關懷”。
它更像是遊戲贈予玩家虛擬與現實交織的生命禮讚一曲，讓玩家在遊戲之外的人生遇到挫折時，能夠記起曾經遊戲裡那個不輕言放棄的玩家，能從中汲取到前進的力量。
它也像是一場回憶，當時過境遷，一切曾經渴望的東西早已變得觸手可及，卻無法做到與曾經一般開心快樂時，玩家聽到終末之詩會想起曾經在我的世界裡馳騁的快樂。
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感謝hy的建議，讓lz作為一個我的世界玩家想起了曾經童年的快樂。