【Arcaea】这个我们从未活过的世界（3）原文(8)

A lake. It was a lake, just as she had guessed. An enormous mass of slightly murky water, having a ovalish shape stood before her. But what she hadn’t guessed correctly was the source of the voice. It wasn’t the memory of a young boy. It wasn’t the memory of a child. It wasn’t the memory of anyone, actually. Instead of one or more pieces of glass, there was a boy, aged probably somewhere around 9-10, wearing a white shirt and a blue coat. It wasn’t a memory or an image or anything of the sort.