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第81章：影帝篇· 幕启· Chapter 81: The Movie King: The Curtain Rises
【English Version】
It was the ninety-sixth day after the rebirth of the world. The first year of the Dream-Tide Era—【Film Frequency Record No. 0】 was initiated.
The wind swept past the edges of the desolate capital. The sky was a dull gray, devoid of sunlight or the sound of the tide. That land, once swallowed by the Dream-Tide storm, now held only shards of broken mirrors.
Light was absent here, and so was the dream. The Movie King opened his eyes, sitting amidst ruins that mirrored the sky. Hundreds of shattered mirrors surrounded him, each holding a memory that did not belong to him.
"They all believe the dream is a rebirth," he whispered, his voice hollow yet crystal clear. "But a dream is just another form of a cage."
He raised his hand, revealing a cracked badge in his palm that flickered with a faint, dying light. It was a relic of the old era—the 【Crest of the Shadow Kingdom】.
Long before the Dream-Tide storm, this symbol had been classified as a "Dangerous Artifact." It possessed the power to replicate souls, but also to consume them entirely.
The Movie King rose slowly, his cloak swirling in the cold wind. He walked toward a collapsed tower and touched the layer of dust with a pale finger.
"The mirrors... they are still here," he said, his voice dropping to a freezing low. "Since the dream has been restructured, then the shadow must also be reborn."
He reached out, and a fragment of a mirror began to levitate in the air. Light reflected off its surface, folding into dozens of layered illusions.
In every layer of these illusions, a pair of eyes stared back at him—some cold, some fearful, some filled with a twisted kind of reverence.
He offered a slight, chilling smile, but his eyes remained a bottomless void. "The Dream-Tide created their Isle of Dawn," he murmured.
"But I—I shall rebuild the Mirror City." He turned away, his silver-gray cloak sweeping through the air as the distant ruins began to glow with a sickly light.
A new city, built of mirror walls and fueled by shadow blood, was rising. Within the reflections, his own image split into countless clones.
They whispered in unison, like a prayer and a vow: "Shadows do not die; dreams shall find no peace. If the dream takes light as its heart, the shadow shall take night as its oath."
【Mirror Frequency: Departure】. Data streams surged across the wasteland, sucking memories, dreams, and broken consciousness into the Mirror Core.
The Movie King stood at the highest point, looking down at the awakening city. "The light of the Isle of Dawn... will one day be reflected here," he said softly.
"At that time, the dream and the shadow shall finally face each other once more." The wind died down, and the mirrors hummed. A long bell tolled, announcing the first day of the Mirror City Era.
【华语版】
世界重生后的第九十六日。梦潮纪元元年——【影频记录·第零号】启。
风从废都的边缘掠过。灰色的天，没有阳光，也没有潮声。那片曾经被梦潮吞噬的陆地，如今只剩镜的碎片。
光不在这里，梦也不在这里。影帝睁开眼，他坐在一片倒映着天空的废墟中，周围是数百面破碎的镜，每一面镜子里都有一段他不属于的记忆。
“……他们都以为梦是重生，”他轻轻笑，声音空洞而清晰，“但梦，只是另一种形式的囚笼。”
他抬起手，掌心那枚残裂的徽章仍闪烁着微光。那是旧时代的印记——【影之国· 王徽】。
早在梦潮风暴前，这个象征就被列入“危险遗物”。它能复制灵魂，也能吞噬灵魂。
影帝缓缓起身，披风被风卷起。他走到那座倒塌的塔前，手指触碰灰尘。
“镜，还在。”他的声音低沉，带着不容置疑的冷意。 “既然梦重组，那么影，也该重生。”
他伸出手，一片碎镜在空气中悬浮。光线从镜面反射，折叠出数十层幻象。
每一层幻象里，都有一双眼在凝视他——有的冰冷，有的恐惧，有的崇敬。
他微微一笑，眼底却是一片深不见底的空。 “梦潮创造了他们的黎岛。”
“而我——要重建镜城。”他转身，披风掠起一抹银灰。远处的废墟开始亮起。
一座以镜为墙、以影为血的新城，正在升起。镜面中，他的倒影化为无数分身。
他们齐声低语，像祈祷，也像宣誓——“影不灭，梦不安。若梦以光为心，影必以夜为誓。”
——【镜频·启程】。数据流掠过废土。无数记忆、梦境与残碎意识被吸入镜核。
影帝伫立于高处，俯视那逐渐苏醒的城市。 “黎岛的光……终有一天，也会倒映在这里，”他轻声说。
“届时，梦与影，将重新对视。”风止，镜鸣。废都中，一声悠长的钟响，宣告了新的纪元——【镜城元年· 第一天】。79Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUcgnCIdni
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