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DE的谜语式预告网站里面有这样一段倒写的故事。
这故事还蛮长的，012君简单快速地翻译了一下。
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在向西的大地上，于伟大的蔚蓝之海外，住着一位美丽的公主。她的黑发像星光一样闪耀在冬天的湖面上，她每天通过欣赏周围无数的倒影来打发时间。
因为这位公主住在一个镜之宫殿中。
无数的镜子装饰在每一面墙上，在每根柱子中，甚至镶嵌在她头上的皇冠上。
但并非每面镜子都是一样的。
瞥见一面镜子，ɐup ʎon ɯᴉƃɥʇ soticsǝ ʎonɹ ɟloticsɔʇᴉou ndsᴉpotics poʍu。（而且你可能会看到你的倒影是颠倒的。）
另一面镜子可能看起来像一个完美的复制品，sed loquendo verba tua sonuerunt aliena tibi.（但在说话时，你的话听起来很奇怪。）
一面镜子显示的是过去的倒影。
而另一面则显示了她尚未过去的事情。
一面镜子放大了她的外表。
而另一面则稍稍减弱了。
就这样，公主每天都被展现在她面前的万花筒般的倒影迷住了。在一面镜子里，她是老的，另一面镜子里她是年轻的。一面镜子里她很瘦，另一面镜子里她很胖。有这么多的镜子要检查，你可能会认为她偏爱某些镜子。
但她所有的镜子对她来说都很珍贵。
除了一面。
过去的选项：
重置故事
尚未过去的事情选项：
跳过下面的 2 段
除了一面选项：
在宫殿的地牢深处，在其镜面大厅和水晶庭院的下面，有一面镜子，公主不敢看。
她把它藏起来，秘不示人，是压在一本非常古老的书页之间的一块磨光的银片。
有一天，当她在镜子前梳理头发，使她看起来好像没有头发时，公主接待了一位客人。
由于公主独自居住，她没有意识到他已经进入宫殿，直到他偶然发现她。穿着一件破旧的黑色斗篷，公主担心这个人是蔚蓝之海的袭击者之一，他们经常把船停在岸边，然后在内陆游荡，寻找食物和财富。
但一看到他，这个人就跪下来，在她面前亲吻地面。"所以传说是真的，"他低声说。
"什么传说？"公主问，她的好奇心被激起了。
"当我还是个孩子时，我母亲告诉我镜子公主的故事，她住在蔚蓝之海另一边的宫殿里，"男人解释说。“她告诉我她的镜子，以及迫使他们不显示出明显的倒影的魔力，而是凡人思想所能想象的每一种可能性的倒影——甚至还有一些不是。”
公主现在看到，这个人不是一个危险的流氓，而是一个虚弱的领队。他的皮肤布满皱纹，饱经风霜。它挂在他的脸上，使他看起来憔悴而可怕。在她的心里，公主很同情他。
公主说：“我想你是在海上追寻这个传言，希望能瞥见你年轻时的倒影，老人家？”。
老人把自己推到跪在地上，吼道。“不！不！根本不是这样的！”
公主怀疑地眯起了眼睛。
"你看，"老人继续说。“我来是因为我根本没有倒影。”
公主喘了口气，拿起手中的镜子，把它放在男人的脸前，以这样的角度，她可以看到他。
但是，不幸的是，她找不到任何倒影。
"看到了吗？"那人低声说，他的声音在颤抖。“这被从我这里拿走了。”
"怎么会？"公主问。
老人坐了下来，将双手放在胸前。
"多年前，当我还是个年轻人时，我很强壮，很勇敢，而且刀法出众。我参加过新旧战争，探索过许多土地，也像男人一样爱过，"他说。“但这些爱都比不上她。”
“谁？”
“月亮。”
老人看着公主，他目光的强烈使她感到不安。
"她是我永恒的伴侣，是照亮最黑暗小径的一盏灯。她会离开我，哦，是的，但总是会回来。当我驶向未知的土地时，她苍白的皮肤在我的船周围的黑色波浪上闪闪发光，"那人继续说。“她是我唯一的真爱。而她却背叛了我。”
公主困惑地皱起了鼻子。她以前从未听说过这个月亮。“她怎么会背叛你？”
老人抬起头来，他的眼睛里充满了拒绝溢出的泪水。
“她消失了，她把我的倒影也带走了。”
公主感受到了这个人强烈心碎感，这让她的怀疑有所缓和。"那么你为什么要来？"她问。
“无数年来，我一直在地球上徘徊，寻找我的倒影的任何迹象。但在一无所获之后，有一天我想起了我母亲曾经讲过的故事。有一位公主住在海的另一边，在一个镜子的宫殿里。我想，肯定能在其中一面镜子中找到我的倒影。”
公主考虑了一会儿，说：“你的故事让我很痛苦。我不知道你说的这个月亮，但我的宫殿和它的镜子是你的。愿你在其中找到你的倒影。”
老人的眼睛因不相信而睁大，他趴在她面前，对年轻的公主喋喋不休地赞美了许久。
最后，他抬起头来，发现她已经走了。擦干眼泪，他把注意力转移到接下来的搜索上。
老人寻找着。他找了又找，找了又找。日变成了月，继续变成了年，他在宫殿的无数个房间里搜寻，停下来注视着每一面镜子，希望能看到自己。
为了感谢他亲切的主人，老人有时会冒险到皇宫周围的森林里去打猎。他在黄昏时分回来，在镜盘里，他和公主一起享受美食。他向她讲述他的生活故事，她全神贯注地听着，因为公主从来没有走出过宫殿的围墙。
当晚餐结束，公主告退时，老人会在公主的银勺曲线中寻找他的倒影。
一天，公主发现她已经有一段时间没有看到老人了。她为他感到担心。在他们共同生活的这些年里，他已经成为她的亲密伙伴。但她不能无视时间的无休止行进是如何去弯曲他的。她担心他可能会在无法恢复他的倒影时逝去。
"朋友，你在哪里？"她在大厅里徘徊时叫道，但没有他的踪迹。
几天过去了。她如此害怕失去他，她开始在珍贵的镜子上留下信息。希望他们只是像黑夜中不经意间经过的船只。
但她没有找到他的踪迹。
然后有一天，公主的游走把她带到了地牢的门口。
她正准备经过时，有东西吸引了她的目光。她停下脚步，感觉到一种冰冷的惊恐爬上了她的心头，她转过身来，注意到门是微微打开的。
"不，"她低声说。“请不要！”
公主推开门，飞快地跑下台阶。当她跌入宫殿下面的黑暗中时，她的心在胸中砰砰直跳。
她的脚在台阶上打滑，向前翻滚，摔下了几层楼。一股温热、粘稠的血液从她的脸上淌下。但她仍然以迅雷不及掩耳之势前进。
向下。
向下。
向下。
向下。
向下。
向下。
向下。
最后她来到一扇古老的木门前，门上刻着她不懂的古老符文。推开门，她走进一个古老的图书馆，尘封的书籍挤满了每个书架。而在这个房间的中央，老人背对着她坐着。一个奇怪的银色光晕从他那双古老而枯萎的手中拿着的东西中散发出来。
公主轻轻地呼唤他，但他没有回应。一个恐惧的节子缠绕着她的胃，使她难以呼吸。
"老朋友，"她低声说。“你不应该在这里。”
她小心翼翼地围着老人转，直到最后她能看到他的脸。在苍白的光照耀下，他的嘴巴松弛着，没有任何表情。他的呼吸浅薄而急促。他的眼睛是两颗完美的白色珍珠。
公主跪倒在地，忍住抽泣，继续向她唯一的同伴爬去。他的手中紧握着一本书，这本书是如此古老，以至于他手指攥着的地方，书页都碎成了灰尘。在书页之间，苍白的光从一块镜面玻璃的碎片中溢出，仿佛是一扇窗。
公主忍住尖叫的冲动，用手指绕过老人不动的双手，开始合上书。
"我很抱歉，"她在无声的啜泣中低声说。
老人没有回应。
但当书合上时，公主——无法抗拒她的好奇心——瞥了一眼。在镜子的碎片中，她看到的不是她朋友的倒影，而是她自己的倒影。
当书页合上，她被留在完全、全方位的黑暗中时，公主无法从她的脑海中摆脱这个形象。
她的倒影，微笑着，当它伸向她时，手指刺穿了他们之间的门槛。
因为只是草草速翻了一下，把原文也给你们好了。
In a land to the West, beyond the great Azure Sea, there lived a beautiful Princess. Her black hair shimmered like starlight over a winter lake, and she passed the hours of each day by admiring it from the countless reflections that surrounded her.
For this Princess lived in a palace of mirrors.
Upon every wall, adorning every pillar, and even set into the crown that rested upon her head, were countless mirrors.
But not every mirror was the same.
Glimpse into one mirror, ɐup ʎon ɯᴉƃɥʇ sǝǝ ʎonɹ ɹǝɟlǝɔʇᴉou ndsᴉpǝ poʍu. (and you might see your reflection upside down.)
Another mirror might look like a perfect relfection, sed loquendo verba tua sonuerunt aliena tibi.(but when speaking, your words sound strange to you.)
One mirror showed a reflection of the past.
While another showed her what had yet to pass.
One mirror magnified her appearance.
While another ever so slightly diminished it.
And so the princess whiled each day mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of reflections that unfolded before her. In one mirror she was old, another she was young. In one she was skinny, another rotund. With so many mirrors to examine, you might think she favored some.
But all of her mirrors were precious to her.
All but one.
of the past option:
resets the story
what had yet to pass option:
Skips the following 2 paragraphs
All but one option:
Deep in the palace’s dungeon, beneath its mirrored halls and crystal courtyards, was one mirror in which the princess dared not to look.
She kept it hidden and secret, a single shard of polished silver pressed between the pages of a very old book
One day, while she was combing her hair before a mirror that made it look as if she had no hair at all, the Princess received a guest.
Because the Princess lived alone, she did not realize he had entered the palace until he stumbled upon her. Clad in a tattered black cloak, the Princess feared the Man was one of the Azure Sea raiders who would frequently shore their boats and roam inland looking for food and treasure.
But upon seeing him, the Man prostrated himself and kissed the ground before her. “So the legends are true,” he whispered.
“What legends?” asked the Princess, her curiosity piqued.
“When I was a boy, my mother told me stories of the Mirror Princess who lived in a palace on the other side of the Azure Sea,” the Man explained. “She told me of her mirrors, and the magic that compelled them to show not a reflection in plain, but a reflection of every possibility conceivable by mortal minds–and even some that are not.”
The Princess saw now that the Man was not a dangerous rogue, but a feeble gaffer. His skin was wrinkled and weathered. It hung from his face, making him look gaunt and dreadful. And in her heart, the Princess pitied him.
“I suppose you have chased this rumor across the sea hoping to glimpse a reflection of you when you were still young, old man?” the Princess said.
Pushing himself up onto his knees, the old Man bellowed. “No! No! That’s not it at all!”
The Princess squinted her eyes in suspicion.
“You see,” the old Man continued. “I have come because I have no reflection at all.”
The Princess gasped and, taking the mirror in her hand, positioned it in front of the Man’s face at such an angle that she would see him in it.
But, alas, no reflection could she find.
“See?” the Man whispered, his voice trembling. “It was taken from me.”
“How?” asked the Princess.
The old Man sat back and drew his hands to his chest.
“Years ago, when I was a young, I was strong and courageous and exceptional with a blade. I fought in wars old and new, explored many lands, and loved as men are wont to do,” he said. “But none of those loves compared to her.”
“Who?”
“The Moon.”
The old Man looked at the Princess and the intensity of his gaze made her uneasy.
“She was my constant companion, a light that illuminated even the darkest trails. She’d leave me, oh yes, but always to return. Her pale skin glittered on the black waves around my boat as I sailed to lands unknown,” the Man continued. “She was my one true love. And she betrayed me.”
The Princess wrinkled her nose in confusion. She had never heard of this Moon before. “How did she betray you?”
The old Man looked up, his eyes filled with tears that refused to spill.
“She disappeared, and she took my reflection with her.”
The Princess felt the immensity of the Man’s heartbreak and it softened her suspicions. “So why have you come?” she asked.
“For countless years I have wandered the earth, looking for any sign of my reflection. But after finding nothing, I one day remembered the stories my mother used to tell. Of a Princess who lived beyond the sea, in a palace of mirrors. Surely, I thought, my reflection could be found in one of them.”
The Princess considered it a moment and said, “Your story pains me. I know not of this Moon of which you speak, but my palace and its mirrors are yours. May you find your reflection in one.”
The old Man’s eyes widened in disbelief and he fell on his face before her and for many long minutes babbled praises to the young Princess.
At last, he looked up to discover that she had gone. Drying his eyes, he turned his mind to the search ahead.
The old Man searched. He searched and he searched and he searched. Days turned into months, which turned into years as he scoured the countless rooms of the palace, stopping to gaze into each of their countless mirrors hoping to see himself.
As thanks to his gracious host, the old Man would sometimes venture out into the forest that surrounded the palace to hunt. He’d return at dusk, and on mirror plates he and the Princess would enjoy a meal together. He regaled her with stories of his life, and she listened with rapt attention for the Princess had never ventured beyond the walls of the palace.
And when the meal was done and the Princess retired, the old Man would search for his reflection in curve of her silver spoons.
One day, the Princess realized she had not seen the old Man in some time. She feared for him. In the years they had lived together, he had become her close companion. But she could not ignore how time’s incessant march bent him. She feared he might pass without ever recovering his reflection.
“Friend, where are thou?” she called as she wandered the halls, but there was no sign of him.
Days passed. So terrified was she of losing him, she began to leave messages etched into precious mirrors. Hoping that they were simply like ships passing unawares in the night.
But no sign of him could she find.
Then one day, the Princess’s wanderings brought her to the mouth of the dungeon.
She was about to pass by when something caught her eye. Stopping, feeling a cold panic crawl over her, she turned to notice the door was slightly ajar.
“No,” she whispered. “Please no!”
The Princess flung wide the door and raced down the steps. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she plunged into the darkness beneath the palace.
Her foot slipped on a step and she tumbled forward, falling down several flights. A wash of warm, sticky blood trickled down her face. But still she thundered on.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Finally she came to an old wooden door where, upon its facade, where etched old runes that she did not understand. Pushing it open, she stepped into an ancient library, where dusty books crowded every shelf. And in the center of this room, the old Man sat with his back to her. A queer silver corona of light emanated from something he held in his ancient, withered hands.
The Princess called softly to him but he did not respond. A knot of fear twisted her stomach, making it hard to breathe.
“Old friend,” she whispered. “You should not be here.”
Cautiously she circled the old Man until at last she could see his face. Illuminated by a pale glow, his mouth was slack, absent of any expression. His breathing was shallow and rapid. His eyes two perfectly white pearls.
The Princess fell to her knees and, stifling a sob, continued to crawl toward her one and only companion. Clasped in his hands was a book so old that its pages crumbled to dust where his fingers clutched them. And resting between its pages, pale white light spilled out of a shard of mirrorglass as if it were a window.
Fighting the urge to scream, the Princess wrapped her fingers around the unmoving hands of the old Man and began to close the book.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered between a silent sob.
The Man did not respond.
But as the book closed, the Princess—unable to fight her curiosity—chanced a glimpse. In the shard of mirror, she saw not the reflection of her friend, but her own.
And as the pages closed together and she was left in complete and all-encompassing blackness, the Princess could not get the image out of her mind.
Her reflection, smiling, as it reached for her, fingers piercing the threshold between them.
唉上次这样玩这么多谜语预告的时候大概还是福尔图娜更新的时候了。。。。。
