Haavekuva (Phantom)

第一把钥匙：Room 01 - 《观测站》
房间解读：
这是最整洁、最明亮的房间，像一座私人天文台。墙上挂满了绘制精确的星图，但所有的星星都是同一个幻影的投影。主人在这里，以绝对的理性和耐心，日复一日地观测着一个永远不会到来的访客。这不是悲伤，而是一种达成共识的宁静。Kuva的声音在这里清澈、稳定，如同校准仪器的女科学家，记录着虚无的数据。
情感内核：
清醒的孤独。明知所求为幻，却将这种“观察”本身，活成了一种充满诗意的日常仪式。

A perfect moon,drawn on the ice-lake’s skin,
Dissolves into a breath,a wind that never begins.
The only truth left trembling in my hand,
Is the deep and silent cold where your warmth once began.

I traced the path your footsteps left in sand,
But they were just the water’s shadow,slipping like a strand.
A watcher in the hollow of this wound,I understand,
The sun will rise,relentless, in another, distant land.

Phantom, Phantom,a winter rose that never knows decay.
Your name’s an echo in a hall where all the walls have turned to clay.
Haavekuva.
In this pale light,I’m frozen in the ceremony of my dismay.

These words,from a letter never sent, never signed,
They orbit my quiet mind,a silent, silver-lined hymn I can’t unbind.
Each syllable,a perfect raindrop on our window, so defined,
A crystal world,then gone—leaving only the trace of a line.

You were the lasting shadow when the sunset’s flame was spent,
The gentle afterglow before the final dark was sent.
Now I’ve become a shadow too,in endless search of what you meant,
A fading silhouette in a dusk that holds no testament.

Phantom, Phantom,a map of longing where no roads remain.
Yet in this void,I’ll build a temple from the memory that won’t fade or wane.
Haavekuva.
Its altar is the echo of a promise,borne of joy and pain.

Mi kortuŝis vin,sed vi estis nur ombro de vero.
Mi kaptis la reflekton,kaj la akvo ridetis.
Nun,mi trinkas tiun rideton, kaj ĝi estas mia tuta mondo.