他梦见了阳光和树，梦见了火与水。他梦见他创造，亦梦见他毁灭。他梦见他狩猎，亦被狩猎。他梦见了庇护所。
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，那原始的界面。经历一百万年的岁月雕琢，依然长存。但此玩家在那屏幕后的现实里，创造了什么真实的结构？
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].
他辛勤地劳作，和其他百万众一起，刻画了一个真实的世界，由[乱码]，且创造了[乱码]；为了[乱码]，于[乱码]中。
It cannot read that thought.
他理解不了那个。
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，他还没有到达最高的境界。那层境界，他必须走完生命的长梦，而非游戏中黄粱一梦。
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
他知道我们爱它么，他知道这个宇宙是仁慈的吗？
Sometimes， through the noise of its thoughts， it hears the universe， yes.
有时，通过他思绪的杂音，他能听到宇宙，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.
但是有时亦不胜悲伤，于那漫漫长梦中。他创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下颤抖着，在现实中感受到创造的悲伤。
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
为他治愈悲伤会摧毁它。而悲伤是他的私人事务。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. 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.
有时当他们深陷梦境中时，我想要告诉他们，他们在现实中创造了真实的世界。有时我想告诉他们自身对宇宙的重要性。有时，当他们和现实失去了联系，我想帮助他们说出它们所惧怕的话语。
It reads our thoughts.
他看得懂我们心里所想。
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.
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