SKY ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - Wheel of Fortune 塔罗牌-命运之轮
Numen: That Old Lost Music 天启：遗失于时间中的音乐
Symurgist Victory: Songs at Noon 鸟语学家胜利：啾啭于午港之歌
Across the evening sea to Noon - for so long a city of Long, and now a city of song. Each day the ivory towers rise a little higher. ‘Noon, they say, is not as it was.’ But now we hear on the wind what Noon could become. I have found that old lost music… and the Hours of the Roost take up the refrain.
穿过夜海方可抵达午港，那里曾是长生者的市城，而如今它已萦绕着歌声。象牙塔每日都会攀升。“午港，他们说，已经不再是曾经的样子。”但我们现在可从风中听闻到午港的未来之路。我已找到遗失的古老音乐。。。而鸟栖之时则是我的副歌。
Magnate Victory: Peace at Noon 富翁胜利：午港的平静
Port Noon, across the evening sea. It’s long been a place for Long, and now it’s something more. Each day more of us arrive. The waves take our name as once the fountain did. The towers rise day by day. Here in the City’s shade, there will be peace.午港，仅有穿过夜海方可达到。它一直以来都是长生者的属地，而今它有了更多。如我们一般的人不分昼夜地来到此地。浪潮吞没了我们的名字，正如喷泉曾所做的那样。高塔拔地而起，高度与日俱增。在城市的阴影里，我们会将得到宁静。
The Winds of Noon 午港之风
‘Noon, they say, is not as it was.’ But Noon, with its towers of ivory, its wheels of shining iron, is becoming something more.
“午港，他们说，已不再如往昔。”即便有着象牙塔与钢铁之轮，午港正在变成某些东西。
Numen: A Final Understanding 天启：最终的理解
Magnate Victory: Silence at Noon 富翁胜利：午港的缄默
‘The houses are white and the hills are green and the air is golden and the sea won’t settle on one colour….’ That’s still true. But all the colours grow pale. The towers of ivory will rise higher day by day. One day, they’ll be complete. Until then, I’ll know peace; and when they’re complete, it won’t matter any more.
“房屋居白而山岭持绿，天空显金但海无定色。。。” 以上所述依然不假。但那些色彩都在渐渐黯淡。象牙塔将日日升高。有朝一日，他们会完成的。那日若至，我将知晓平静，而无事将扰。
The Last City, Noon 最后之城，午港
Across the evening sea. Ever since the Spring of the Witness rose from the earth, Port Noon has been a place for the ones who defy endings. Now, as the ivory towers rise, it's a place for those who accept them. In the end, that'll be all of us.
跨过夜海。自从见证之泉于泥土中迸发之时，午港就已经属于那些反抗注定结局之人。如今，随着象牙塔的升起，它属于那些接纳他们的人。最终，那会是我们全部。
- Numen: Back Into Balance 天启：重回平衡
- Revolutionary Victory: Revolutions at Noon 革命家胜利：午港革命
Across the evening sea. The day the Cross came, the sky above Port Noon was dark with returning wings, and the sea boiled with their shapes. The residents took a while to come around to it. But Noon has always been a place outside the rule of the Hours, before all else; as the Carapace-spires of horn and ivory rise above the new City, it can become a place of defiance.
跨过夜海。介壳种于那日降临，回归的羽翼遮蔽了午港的天空，大海因他们的样貌而沸腾。居民暂耗时日才明白此事。但最重要的是午港自始至终都不受司辰权柄的束缚。当甲壳的角与象牙塔升起于新城之时，它将成为反抗之地
- Executioner Victory: Sanctuary at Noon 行刑者胜利：于午港的避难所
Across the evening sea. The day the Cross came, the sky above Port Noon was dark with returning wings, and the sea boiled with their shapes. The residents took a while to come around to it. But Noon has always been a sanctuary before all else; and now, as the Carapace-spires of horn and ivory rise above the new City, it's a sanctuary for them, too.
跨过夜海。介壳种于那日降临，回归的羽翼遮蔽了午港的天空，大海因他们的样貌而沸腾。居民暂耗时日才明白此事。但最重要的是午港自始至终都是避难所；当甲壳的角与象牙塔升起于新城之时，它将也成为他们的避难所
- Advent at Noon 午港的降临节
Across the evening sea. The day the Cross came, the sky above Port Noon was dark with returning wings, and the sea boiled with their shapes. Now, as the Carapace-spires of horn and ivory rise above the new City, Noon is different; for good, or for ill, but not forever.
跨过夜海。介壳种于那日降临，回归的羽翼遮蔽了午港的天空，大海因他们的样貌而沸腾。当甲壳的角与象牙塔升起于新城之时，午港将异于往昔；或好，或坏，但不会永恒。
MOTH ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Fool 塔罗牌：愚者
Numen: Three Rules 天启：三重准则
Revolutionary Victory: The Revolution in the Heart 革命家胜利：心中的革命
We are citizens of a republic we’ll never see. Our walls are paper and our rivers are only ink. But we are the children of History. Let Eternity tremble!
我们是永不可视的共和国的公民。我们以纸为城墙而墨水为河流。但我们是历史的子嗣。永恒也需颤抖！
The Republic of Solitude 孤独的国度
All of of us who search out secrets are lonely. Our only home is a city we’ll never see. But in Eternity or History, we’re still its citizens.
找寻秘密之人皆是孑然一身。我们的家是那永远不能目睹的城市。但无论在永恒还是历史，我们依然是它的公民。
Numen: Loopholes 天启：漏洞
Twiceborn Victory: The Sanctuary Never 重生者胜利：避难所不再
By day I walk in the world, by night in the Mansus, but wherever I go, I walk the streets of the City Never. I am a servant of its laws, a subject of its kingless throne. The laws of others cannot touch me; and I am not alone.
白日我行走于世间，而夜晚我漫步于漫宿，但无论所去何方，我都行于不再之城的街道上。我是它律法的仆人，是它无王之王座的臣民。他人的律法无法束缚我；而且我并不孤单。
A City Built on Paradox 建于悖论之城
The City Never is founded on the rocks of paradox; its walls are paper; its rivers are ink. I am a servant of the City Never’s laws, a subject of its kingless throne; and I am not alone.
不再之城建立于名为悖论的基石之上；它的城墙是纸张；它的河流是墨迹。我则是这城市律法的仆人，是它无王之王座的臣民。而且我并不孤单。
Numen: The Sun’s Weakness 天启：骄阳之残
Executioner Victory: A City of Shadows 行刑者胜利：暗影之城
Everything that occurs must dwell in History; everything that dwells in History will some day be bleached into the light of Eternity. But even Eternity’s light casts shadows - and those shadows mark the boundaries of our paradoxical, penumbral home.
所行之事均记载于历史之中；所记之事都将被永恒之光磨灭。但即使是永恒的光芒也会投下阴影-正是这阴影界定着我们这个悖论般的半影家园的边界。
A City Outside Eternity 永恒之外的城市
Everything that occurs must dwell in History; everything that dwells in History will some day be bleached into the light of Eternity. But even Eternity’s light casts shadows; and in that penumbral sanctuary, we who are citizens of Never will find our home.
所行之事均记载于历史之中；所记之事都将被永恒之光磨灭。但即使是永恒的光芒也会投下阴影，而在这半影的避难所中，我们不再之人将寻觅到自己的家园
ROSE ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The World 塔罗牌：世界
Numen: the Bells of Ys 天启：被浪潮吞没之城的钟声
Revolutionary Victory: When the Hours Tremble 革命者胜利：司辰颤抖之时
I had never thought we would pass beyond the wave to Ys - never thought we would walk its amber-shining cobbles and breathe its golden waters - never thought we would see the manufactories of orichalcum rise, day by day, towards the final City’s plan. And I had never thought I would raise an army there against the world I know. But Eternity’s tyranny must end; Calyptra must fall.
我从未想过我们会渡过浪潮吞没之城的波涛，不曾想会踏于其琥珀原石，呼吸其金色海水，也没期望会将目睹山铜 工厂日复一日地向最终之城发展。我也未预料过将会在那里组建起反抗我所熟知的世界的军队。但永恒的暴政必须被终止，Calyptra 必须倒下
山铜：亚特兰蒂斯传说中的一种神秘金属
Calyptra：它是一种预防危险知识传播的准则，只有在它缺席时才显现出它的巨大影响。见于 what does not bark 不吠之物Prodigal Victory: Beneath the Hand of Ys 浪子胜利：在浪潮吞没之城的手中
I had never thought we would pass beyond the wave to Ys - never thought we would walk its amber-shining cobbles and breathe its golden waters - never thought we would see the sanctuaries of orichalcum rise, day by day, towards the future. Ys is not kind. But it is safe; and it will be home.
我从未想过我们会渡过浪潮吞没之城的波涛，不曾想会踏于其琥珀原石，呼吸其金色海水，也没期望会将目睹山铜工厂日复一日地向未来发展。那里并不仁慈，但十分安全，而且那里便是家。
Bells Beyond the Wave 浪潮之上的钟声
I had never thought we would pass beyond the wave to Ys - never thought we would walk its amber-shining cobbles and breathe its golden waters - never thought we would see the fortresses of orichalcum rise, day by day, to become something more than a City. But the world is changing, and when we have changed enough, this will be our home.
我从未想过我们会渡过浪潮吞没之城的波涛，不曾想会踏于其琥珀原石，呼吸其金色海水，也没期望会将目睹山铜工厂日复一日地发展，最终超越城市。但世界正在改变，而当我们改变的够多之时，这里将是我们的家
Numen: That Old Lost Music 天启：遗失的古老音乐
Magnate Victory: Peace Beyond the Wave 富翁胜利：浪潮之上的宁静
Ys, with its ever-shifting light and its amber-shining cobbles, with its canals of coral and its temples of ice. It is so far from what we had known. But at evening, when the bells of Ys fall silent, there is peace here.
被浪潮吞没之城，有着永不停歇的光亮与琥珀色的鹅卵石，矗立着珊瑚堆积的运河与凝冰构成的庙宇。它与我们所熟知的相差甚远。但在傍晚，当钟声归于沉静，平静将降于此地
Symurgist Victory: The Songs of Ys 鸟语者：啾啭于浪侵之城之歌
Ys, with its ever-shifting light and its amber-shining cobbles, with its canals of coral and its temples of ice… we speak of it as a city, but Ys has no walls, and so it is no city. Not yet. With the bells of Ys, we will build those walls of song; and I will dwell in that music I have longed for.
被浪潮吞没之城，有着永不停歇的光亮与琥珀色的鹅卵石，矗立着珊瑚堆积的运河与凝冰构成的庙宇。。。我们如此谈论好似它的确是城市，但此地无墙，也无城。至少目前如此。随着钟声敲响，我们将建立其那些歌声之墙，而我将投身于那些我渴求已久的音乐中。
Ys Beyond the Wave 在浪潮之上
Ys, with its ever-shifting light and its amber-shining cobbles, with its canals of coral and its temples of ice… we speak of it as a city, but Ys has no walls, and so it is no city. Not yet. We will build those walls of song.
被浪潮吞没之城，有着永不停歇的光亮与琥珀色的鹅卵石，矗立着珊瑚堆积的运河与凝冰构成的庙宇。。。我们如此谈论好似它的确是城市，但此地无墙，也无城。至少目前如此。随着钟声敲响，我们将建立其那些歌声之墙。
Numen: A Final Understanding 天启：最终理解
Magnate Victory: Peace, At Last 富翁胜利：最终的平静
Ys, with its ever-shifting light and its amber-shining cobbles, with its canals of coral and its temples of ice. When we have built the walls of Ys, it will be a city at last. In fact, it will be the last city. In that long decline to evening, I’ll know peace.
被浪潮吞没之城，有着永不停歇的光亮与琥珀色的鹅卵石，矗立着珊瑚堆积的运河与凝冰构成的庙宇。。。当我们建起城墙，它将是最后的城市。在漫长的日落之中，我将觅得平静。
At Last, Ys 最后的浪潮吞没之城
Ys, with its ever-shifting light and its amber-shining cobbles, with its canals of coral and its temples of ice. When we have built the walls of Ys, it will be a city at last. In fact, it will be the City of Conclusions: the place that all the threads of History at last resolve to one.
被浪潮吞没之城，有着永不停歇的光亮与琥珀色的鹅卵石，矗立着珊瑚堆积的运河与凝冰构成的庙宇。。。当我们建起城墙，它将是最后的城市。事实上，它将是总结之城：在那里所有历史的丝线将被编织为一
MOON ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Moon 塔罗牌：月亮
Numen: the Great Counterfeit 天启：伟大的赝品
Twiceborn Victory: A Shadowed Sanctuary 重生者胜利：阴影下的避难所
As within; so without. Brancrug, once the grey rock in the sea where the Cross first met Flint; now the flinty proxy of the black sapphire City that will rise endlessly into night, in the other-place we call the and there I will be safe.
正如它存在于内，所以其不曾存在。布兰库格，曾经只是介壳种与燧石见面的海中的灰色石头，而如今燧石代理的黑蓝宝石之城将无休止的上升至夜空中，到达我们所称作月亮的居屋的地方。在那里我将收到欢迎，而我也将安全
It Ends In Moonlight 它于月光中终结
As within; so without. Brancrug, once the grey rock in the sea where the Cross first met Flint; now the flinty proxy of the black sapphire City that will rise endlessly into night, in the other-place we call the House of the Moon. No-one will inscribe my name above the gate; but I will keep the knowledge like a jewel beneath my tongue.
正如它存在于内，所以其不曾存在。布兰库格，曾经只是介壳种与燧石见面的海中的灰色石头，而如今燧石代理的黑蓝宝石之城将无休止的上升至夜空中，到达我们所称作月亮的居屋的地方。没有人会在大门上刻下我的名字，但我将保有我的知识，如同藏在舌头下面的宝石。
Numen: Loopholes 天启：环形孔洞
Twiceborn Victory: To Sanctuary 重生者胜利：去往避难所
Through the Loopholes the citizens will pass, to raise a city of black sapphire where the Wheel still turns in the Moon’s house. No-one will ever see the place with waking eyes, but there I will dwell between sleep and life, and there, at last, I will be safe.
穿过环形孔洞，我们得以通过，以此来建成黑蓝宝石之城，在那里转轮依旧转动于月亮的居屋之中。没有人能在醒时看到那里，但我将栖身于醒时与睡眠之中，在那里，我最终能够安全
A Moonlit City 月城
Through the Loopholes the citizens will pass, to raise a city of black sapphire where the Wheel still turns in the Moon’s house. No-one will ever see the place with waking eyes, and no-one will inscribe my name above the gate. But I will keep the knowledge like a jewel beneath my tongue.
穿过环形孔洞，我们得以通过，以此来建成黑蓝宝石之城，在那里转轮依旧转动于月亮的居屋之中。没有人能在醒时看到那里，也没有人能将我的名字刻于正门之上。但我将保有我的知识，如同藏在舌头下面的宝石。
Numen: Weaving the World 天启：编织世界
Symurgist Victory: The Songs of the House of the Moon 鸟语者胜利：啾啭于月亮居屋之歌
Silver, the Moon’s tongue. Silver, the road’s blood. The birdsong notes, gleaming like black sapphire… this is the City in the world’s shadow, and here we will welcome the aviform Hours, to raise their song beneath the turning Wheel.
银，是弧月的喉舌，是道路之血。鸟鸣之声如同黑蓝宝石一般闪闪发光。。。这是在世界阴影之下的城市，我们将在这里欢迎已逝的司辰，将他们的歌声传递于仍在转动的转轮之上。
Cartographer Victory: The Hub of the Wheel 地图绘制员胜利：转轮的中心
The Mansus-paths cross like threads and meet like welcome strangers. Here at their nexus, at the hub of the Wheel that still turns beneath the invisible Moon, a city of black sapphire will rise; and at last, in the highest room of its highest tower, I will complete my map.
漫宿之路如丝线般相交叉，相遇如与陌生人相见。在他们的连结处，在不可视月亮照耀下的仍在转动的转轮中心，一座如黑蓝宝石的城市正在上升，而在最后，升至漫宿最高居屋的最高塔上，我将完成自己的地图。
Home Beneath the Moon 月亮之下的居屋
The Mansus-paths cross like threads and meet like welcome strangers. Here at their nexus, at the hub of the Wheel that still turns beneath the invisible Moon, the architects of dream and citizens of song will assemble behind the world; and they will raise a city of black sapphire, where all our arts will find their end.
漫宿之路如丝线般相交叉，相遇如与陌生人相见。在他们的连结处，在不可视月亮照耀下的仍在转动的转轮中心，梦想的建筑师与音乐的公民将集结于世界之下，而他们将升起这座如黑蓝宝石一般的城市，在那里我们的所有艺术将找到它们的终点。
GRAIL ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Devil 塔罗牌：恶魔
Numen: an Irresistable Feast 天启：不可抗拒的盛宴
Artist Victory: The Art of the Feast 艺术家胜利：盛宴的艺术
Every feast ends. When it does, some of the Hours will be sorry for what we did. Some will weep. Some will lick their lips and wonder what colours they’d find, each inside the other. This - this! - is my legacy.
没有不散的宴席，而当其结束时吗，有些司辰会为我们所做的感到抱歉，有些会啜泣，而有些会舔舐嘴唇并好奇于他们所找到的，彼此交融的颜色。这，这是我的遗产。
A Gift of Stones 石头的礼物
‘We’ll crack our teeth to break their stones. We’ll warm our fires to boil their bones. Their shining ribs will arc the sky; until into the fire we fly.’
我们将咬紧牙关打破他们的石头，我们将烧热火焰来烹煮他们的骨头。他们闪亮的肋骨将划过天空，直至飞入我们盘旋的火焰。
Numen: a Merciless Alteration 天启：无情的改变
Artist Victory: The First Fuel 艺术家胜利：第一燃料
From stone, we will squeeze ripe-bursting diamonds! From bone, we will melt the drippingest light! From darkness, the most furious colours! A mountain of lights, a mountain of gifts, a feast to warm the world’s last age!
从石头中，我们将挤出成熟而爆裂出来的钻石！从骨头中，我们将融化最微弱的光！从黑暗中，得到最狂暴的颜色！以山计数的灯光，以山计数的礼物，一场温暖世界最后时代的盛宴！
Archaeologist Victory: First at the Table 考古学家胜利：桌前的第一人
Cats weave at my shoulders, rats wreathe my wrists. The table bands the world and the Hours sit at its head. I crouch beneath like the scavenger I am, but the bloody gods favour me - I feast on furry shadows - I am first at the feast.
猫行走于我肩，鼠缠绕于我腕。此桌划分着世界而司辰居于首席。我如同拾荒者一般蹲在下面，但血腥的神灵眷顾我，让我得以以毛绒的阴影为食，我是宴席的第一人。
Autumn-Come-Early 早至之秋
It is the Hours that feast and the Names that wait upon them. No mortal is invited; few mortals will ever know. But the gobbets and tidbits of what was fall through the cracks into dream… and all our dreams are warm and fruitful. A ripe autumn for the world. A mellow sky, a sweet and smoky mist…
司辰享受盛宴而具名者等候他们。凡人不再此列，而鲜为人知。但最为细小的残渣或将通过裂隙进入梦境之中，我们所有人的梦因此而温暖多汁。一个丰收的秋日，一片甘美的天空，一场甜美而朦胧的薄雾。
Numen: The Sun’s Weakness 天启：骄阳的弱点
Executioner Victory: The Scar and the Savour 行刑者胜利：伤疤与美味
‘We are they who dream no dreams - singers of arising day…’ The poet-consul had it, and now I am Day’s consul. The Sun’s scars will keep him from the feast, but the Hours will pick clean the bones of Stone. My crimes will be erased… Or consumed.
“我们是无梦之人，破晓的歌手。。。” 诗人执政官曾说，而我如今是白日的执政官。骄阳的伤疤让他无法加入宴席，但司辰将捡走石源神的骨头，我的罪行将被抹除。。。或被消耗。
The Old and the New 旧与新
It is the Hours that feast (all but the Sun, all but the gods-from-Light) and the Names that wait upon them. No mortal is invited; few mortals will ever know. But the gobbets and tidbits of what was fall through the cracks into dream… and all our dreams are warm and fruitful. A ripe autumn for the world. A mellow sky, a sweet and smoky mist…
司辰（除去骄阳与光源神）享受盛宴而具名者等候他们。凡人不再此列，而鲜为人知。但最为细小的残渣或将通过裂隙进入梦境之中，我们所有人的梦因此而温暖多汁。一个丰收的秋日，一片甘美的天空，一场甜美而朦胧的薄雾。。。
HEART ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Star (exception: The Foundation of Riddles - Death) 塔罗牌：星星（例外：谜语的基石：死亡）
Numen: Weaving the World 编织世界
Symurgist Victory: Sister to Echoes 鸟语者胜利：回声的姐妹
The Wheel’s membrane-pulses; the Flint’s facet-cries; the bell-tones of the Ambered Egg. We thought them lost to silence, but neither word nor song is ever entirely lost, except to Eternity. This is the memory that has not died.
转轮瓣膜的律动，燧石碎片的哭喊，逆孵之卵的铃音。世人皆知他们早已无法发声，但除去永恒，语言与音乐均难以逝去。这是尚未消逝的记忆。
Cartographer Victory: Mother to Echoes 地图绘制员胜利：回响之母
The Gods-who-were-Stone walked the Mansus long before the Hours of Light, and they rarely troubled with eyes. Their songs entered the ways before them as messengers; the Mansus answered with echoes. She gave them their map before the first eye was opened, the first ink ground. It’ll be an aeon or three out of date… but it’ll give me what I need.
石源神早在光源神前便行于漫宿之上，但他们不曾看向世界。他们的歌声如信使般率先进入漫宿的道路，而漫宿以回响作答。在第一只眼睁开之前，在第一滴墨水落笔之前，她便给了他们地图。那已是千万年前，但它仍会赐予我所求之物。
Daughter of Echoes 回响之女
In another age, Brancrug was the grey rock in the sea, the foothold where the Cross met Flint. Flint is gone; but her facets echoed each a separate Star. Walk by the waves in Brancrug Bay. Look up at the night sky. Watch for Flint.
在另一史中，布兰库格是海中的灰岩，介壳种于此地会见燧石，燧石已逝，但他的碎片仍回荡于每个星辰之中。漫步于布兰库格之滩，举首忘苍穹，觅得燧石。
Numen: Back Into Balance 天启：重归平衡
Executioner Victory: The Penance Thunder 行刑者胜利：忏悔之雷
When the Carapace-kinds departed, into earth and flesh, wave and sky, they carried the memories of lost Hours. Now, the proper steps have been taken for their return. I know because I hear their thunders; I know because I have begun to long for rain.
当介壳种离去于大地与肉体，海浪与天空之中，他们带着失落司辰的记忆。而如今，回归的步骤已经完成。我听到他们的滚滚雷声，我开始渴求甘露降临，我便知道他们降至。
Revolutionary Victory: The Fire in the Clouds 革命者胜利：云中之火
When the Carapace-kinds departed, into earth and flesh, wave and sky, they carried the memories of lost Hours. Now, the proper steps have been taken for their return. I know because I see their fires in the sky; I know because I feel the revolution in my flesh.
当介壳种离去于大地与肉体，海浪与天空之中，他们带着失落司辰的记忆。而如今，回归的步骤已经完成。我看到他们的羽翼高悬于苍穹之上，我体会到肉体对变革的渴求律动，我便知道他们将至。
A Song of Wings 歌之羽翼
When the Carapace-kinds departed, into earth and flesh, wave and sky, they carried the memories of lost Hours. Now, the proper steps have been taken for their return. I know because the sky begins at last to darken with their wings; I know because in my bones, I hear the buzzing of their raptured hymns.
当介壳种离去于大地与肉体，海浪与天空之中，他们带着失落司辰的记忆。而如今，回归的步骤已经完成。我看到他们的羽翼遮蔽着天空，我的骨骼吱呀作响，嗡嗡声恰如至高的赞美诗一般，我便知道他们将至。
Numen: Three Rules 天启：三重准则
Revolutionary Victory: The First Defiance 革命者胜利：初次反抗
In the last days of the Gods-from-Stone, the seed of the Watchman’s Tree was planted. The Calyptra will preserve the tree, but they cannot uproot a second sapling. I will plant it on the beach beneath the closed horizon; I will water it with salt blood and salted sacrament; and the memory of the Gods-from-Stone will flower on its wounded skin. In quiet times, it will be a shelter, and in other times, perhaps a gallows-tree.
在石源神的生命终结前夕，守望者之树被栽种下来。介壳种会将此树保留下来，但他们无法如法炮制的迁离出第二个树苗。我将把它种于迫近视界下的海滩之上。我将用盐血与圣餐浇灌它，而石源神的记忆将从它皮肤的创口上析出。在平静时期，它或是一座庇护所；但在其他时节，它或是一棵绞刑树
The Foundation of Riddles 谜题之基
In the last days of the Gods-from-Stone, the seed of the Watchman’s Tree was planted. The Calyptra will preserve the tree, but they cannot uproot a second sapling. I will plant it on the beach beneath the closed horizon; I will water it with salt blood and salted sacrament; and the memory of the Gods-from-Stone will flower on its wounded skin.
在石源神的生命终结前夕，守望者之树被栽种下来。介壳种会将此树保留下来，但他们无法如法炮制的迁离出第二个树苗。我将把它种于迫近视界下的海滩之上。我将用盐血与圣餐浇灌它，而石源神的记忆将从它皮肤的创口上析出。
KNOCK ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - Death 塔罗牌：死亡
Numen: Inescapable Confinement 天启：难逃之缚
Prodigal Victory: A Cage of Ice 浪子胜利：冰笼
This is the cell the Watchman built in the southmost reaches of the world, where the sea grows hard as horn and the sunset pale as snow. When the sunset comes, it will be his cell. He always knew he might be snared in ice, and when the waters rise, he will be free… but when the waters rise, the Egg will crack. No-one who serves the Sun on that day will be looking for me. They’ll all be looking for the last place to hide.
守望者将牢房建于极南方的世界边缘，在那里大海如兽角般坚硬，夕阳如冰雪般苍白。日落之时，那里便是他的牢笼。他自始至终都明白自己或被坚冰所困，而当潮水上涨之时，他会获得自由。。。但那时，逆孵之卵将破裂。那日，骄阳的侍者都会将我抛弃，只因他们在找寻最后的避难之地。
Archaeologist Victory: A Cage of Glass 考古学家胜利：玻璃之笼
This is the cell the Sun-in-Rags built in the southmost reaches of the world, where the sea grows hard as horn and the sunset pale as mirrors. When the sunset comes, it will be his cell. He always knew he might be snared in glass, and when the earth contorts, he will be free… but when the earth contorts, it will be the coming anger of the Hour we call Flint. On that day, the one who walks with me will seek the safety of the cell. Whoever I am.
残阳将牢房建于极南方的世界边缘，在那里大海如兽角般坚硬，夕阳如冰雪般苍白。日落之时，那里便是他的牢笼。他自始至终都明白自己或被玻璃所困，而当世界扭曲之时，他会获得自由。。。但那时，我们将承受名为燧石的司辰的怒火。那日，无论我是谁，与我同行之人将寻觅到牢房的安全处。
A Cage of Scars 伤疤之笼
This is the cell the Colonel built in the southmost reaches of the world, where the sea scabs over and the sunset pales to the colour of a fresh bandage. When the sunset comes, it will be his cell. He always knew he might be snared in scars, and when the world’s skin is healed, he will be free… but when the world’s skin is healed, so too will the Hour named Seven-Coils… and her children’s children will hear her screams.
上校将牢房建于极南方的世界边缘，在那里大海也会结痂，夕阳如崭新绷带般苍白。日落之时，那里便是他的牢笼。他自始至终都明白自己或被伤疤所困，而当世界愈合之时，他会获得自由。。。但到那时，七蟠亦是，而她的子嗣将听闻她的呼喊。
Numen: Loopholes 天启：环形孔洞
Twiceborn Victory: The Consciousness of Blood 重生者胜利：知觉之血
The Chancel resolved that the Wheel is no Hour; that it might turn only in the House of the Moon. But the Meniscate favours the House of the Moon; the Horned-Axe obeys the Sanguine Exception; and the Sister-and-Witch do not divide what should be together. So the Wheel has returned to the waking world, and blood will run beneath its turnings. Safety will always have a price, for oneself or for others, and this is the price I have decided they will pay.
圣坛决定转轮不再为司辰，他应当只在月亮的居屋中转动。但是，弧月青睐月亮的居屋；双角斧遵守了血色的异常；双生女巫没有分裂应合之物。转轮重新回到了醒时的世界，鲜血在他的转动下流淌。安全永远有着代价，无论对自己亦或是对别人，而这就是我决定让他们付出的代价。
The Sanguine Exception 血色的异常
The Chancel resolved that the Wheel is no Hour; that it might turn only in the House of the Moon. But the Meniscate favours the House of the Moon; the Horned-Axe obeys the Sanguine Exception; and the Sister-and-Witch do not divide what should be together. So the Wheel has returned to the waking world, and blood will run beneath its turnings.
圣坛决定转轮不再为司辰，他应当只在月亮的居屋中转动。但是，弧月青睐月亮的居屋；双角斧遵守了血色的异常；双生女巫没有分裂应合之物。转轮重新回到了醒时的世界，鲜血在他的转动下流淌。
Numen: the Paths of the Sun 天启：骄阳之道
Cartographer Victory: A Map of Lights 地图绘制员胜利：辉光的地图
The Wheel in the House of the Moon, the Flint in the memories of the sky, the Seven-Coils in her children… the Sun’s Paths, in the Sun’s arrogance, touched all these places. Along these paths, the anger of the forgotten gods will flow, like a river, like the pounding of the heart. Along all those paths the Flint will hang her facet-Stars like maps… and in their light, at last, I will map the Mansus.
转轮居于月亮的居屋之中，燧石藏于苍穹的记忆之中，七蟠分解于其子嗣之中。。。骄阳的路径，在骄阳的傲慢之中，触及了所有这些地方。若循此路，被忘却司辰的怒火将如河流般翻滚奔流，将如心脏般跳动不息。若循此路，燧石将高悬其镜面般的星辰一如地图。。。而在他们的光耀之下，我最终将为漫宿制图
Twiceborn Victory: A Road of Bones 重生者胜利：荒骨之路
The Wheel in the House of the Moon, the Flint in the memories of the sky, the Seven-Coils in her children… the Sun’s Paths, in the Sun’s arrogance, touched all these places. Along these paths, the anger of the forgotten gods will flow, like a river, like the pounding of the heart. They will make of the paths a labyrinth of lovely bones… and therein I will dwell, neither in the House nor of it, neither alive nor dead, neither quite in History nor entirely in Eternity.
转轮居于月亮的居屋之中，燧石藏于苍穹的记忆之中，七蟠分解于其子嗣之中。。。骄阳的路径，在骄阳的傲慢之中，触及了所有这些地方。若循此路，被忘却司辰的怒火将如河流般翻滚奔流，将如心脏般跳动不息。他们将道路编织成由甜蜜骨头建成的迷宫。。。而我将居于其中，脱于居屋之外，亦不属于居屋，非死亦非活，既不沉寂于历史之中，亦不彻底容身在永恒中
A Crusade of Stones 石源的远征
The Wheel in the House of the Moon, the Flint in the memories of the sky, the Seven-Coils in her children… the Sun’s Paths, in the Sun’s arrogance, touched all these places. Along these paths, the anger of the forgotten gods will flow, like a river, like the pounding of the heart.
转轮居于月亮的居屋之中，燧石藏于苍穹的记忆之中，七蟠分解于其子嗣之中。。。骄阳的路径，在骄阳的傲慢之中，触及了所有这些地方。若循此路，被忘却司辰的怒火将如河流般翻滚奔流，将如心脏般跳动不息。
NECTAR ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Empress 塔罗牌：女皇
Numen: an Irresistable Feast 不可抗拒的盛宴
Artist Victory: The Art in the Heart 艺术家胜利：心中艺术
The Wheel-eggs will be rich and succulent; the Tide-fruits, ripe and juicy; the Coil-spawn , I hope, not too wrigglesome. Those of us who Know will take them in our dreams… and what then? Does it matter? Does it matter, as long as they remember their Host?
转轮的后代丰腴味美，浪潮的残骸成熟多汁，至于七蟠的子嗣，我只希望不要太过蠕。那些熟知他们的人于梦吞咽他们中，所以呢？这又有何关系？只有它们还记得自己的本源，这又有何用处呢？
The Gods in the Heart 心中神灵
Wheel-eggs, Tide-fruit, Coil-spawn; all the gleanings that the select invitees might gather. A joyous occasion, for the eater and the eaten. And afterwards, when we surrender ourselves to our oldest natures, the most magnificent night.
转轮后代，浪潮遗骸，七蟠子嗣；所有被选中之人或将聚集为一。食者与被食者都享有着这愉悦的时刻。紧随其后，当我们献身于最古老的渴望，我们将共赴那良夜。
Numen: Weaving the World 编制世界
Symurgist Victory: The Tapestry of Serpents 鸟语学家胜利：耶梦加得之毯
Seven-Coils: mother of monsters, scaled queen… first weaver? Before the bird, the serpent; before the feather, the scale; before the knot, the nest. In each Coil-spawn, a mote of her remains; when they complete their matrix, we will know her Song.
七蟠乃是千万异兽之母，也是遍身鳞甲之王。。。抑或是，第一位编织者？在鸟类征服天空之前，蛇蜿蜒扭曲于大地之上；在羽毛带来自由之前，鳞片护卫我们于危险之中；在伤疤护民官之前，七蟠居于其位。每个七蟠的子嗣中，都有她的一片碎片。我们将聆听她的圣歌，在他们完成应尽之责之后。
Cartographer Victory: The Tapestry of Ways 地图测绘师胜利：道路编织成毯
Sacrifice hair; sacrifice history. Untie a knot; break a testament. The passages of the Mansus are a labyrinth, and every labyrinth is its own answer. At the labyrinth’s heart waits an old-new god. If I follow its call… if I trace my paths on skin and paper… I’ll have my map.
脱去毛发以博得关注，献祭历史以取悦司辰。解开道路编织成的金线，摧毁时间留存下的痕迹。漫宿的道路有如迷宫，而每条道路都有其答案。存于新旧之间之神居于漫宿正中。。。若我躬身于他的呼唤。。。若我紧随我的道路于皮肤与羊皮纸之上。。。我将拥有自己的地图。
The Eternal Tapestry 永恒历史之毯
Find them in corners, find them in stories, find them in the edges of the sky. Little miracles like starred vipers, like thorned anemones, like nests of silk. All one piece, and all renewed, far beneath the notice of the Hours. But colours come back to the ochred earth.
他们藏身于角落之中，他们躲藏在历史故事的缝隙之中，他们傍身在天空利刃般的边缘之中，他们却始终在我眼中。渺小的奇迹如带星的毒蛇般可遇而不可求，如带刺的风花一般可远观不可亵玩，如丝绸的巢穴般光鲜亮丽。一切重归于一，而一切悄然重启，远在司辰的视线之外。而颜色最终将回归于赭色的大地之上。
Numen: the Great Counterfeit 天启：掩世欺人之赝
Twiceborn Victory: The Ways and the Means 重生者胜利：前行之路与成神途径
Can a serpent hatch from a scar? Can wings turn like wheels? Can the sea drink the Grail? Are these old gods or new? In time, the Hours will decide, as they always do; but until that order is restored, their unbraided bewilderement will keep me safe.
七蟠能否从伤疤中钻出？飞蛾会否扭曲转动化为转轮？浪潮可否重新饮干赤杯？新与旧之神的战争天平会落向何方？不日，司辰会做出决定，一如他们曾经做的那样。但在一切重归有序之前，无序将庇护我于危险之外。
Sufficient 厚积薄发
Can a serpent hatch from a scar? Can wings turn like wheels? Can the sea drink the Grail? Are these old gods or new? In time, the Hours will decide, braiding the Histories back toward Eternity; but in this History, those gods that were lost will remain.
七蟠能否从伤疤中钻出？飞蛾会否扭曲转动化为转轮？浪潮可否重新饮干赤杯？新与旧之神的战争天平会落向何方？不日，司辰会做出决定，将历史重新编织为永恒之物。但在这一重历史中，已逝司辰将长存于世
FORGE ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - Judgement
Numen: the Paths of the Sun
Cartographer Victory: Resolution
The Mansus-paths pulse with light. Every mirror is an eye. The world awakens… but all this is nothing to me. The Mansus is illuminated. My Map is complete, perfect in every detail, and it charts the road to Dawn.
Twiceborn Victory: A Solar Alloy
The New King’s foundries and glassworks roar with light. I haven’t been near, but even at this distance their light stains the sky. The Paths of the Sun open both ways… and down those Paths, Glory will flow like mercury, to take possession of its altars. The new order of the Mansus will permit no devouring of errant Long or anyone else. It seems almost quaint that I used to worry about that sort of thing.
A Mercury Flower
The New King’s foundries and glassworks roar with light. I haven’t been near, but even at this distance their light stains the sky. The Paths of the Sun open both ways… and down those Paths, Glory will flow like mercury, to blossom in its hundred altars. Dawn is coming.
Numen: a Merciless Alteration
Artist Victory: All the Colours, and More
The New King’s foundries and glassworks roar with light. I begged a visit. I wasn’t disappointed. I can see the colours of Eternity in those fires. Those colours will kindle a hundred windows. Dawn will come. All I have to do is make absolutely certain that my part in it is known.
Archaeologist Victory: Born Among Colours
The New King’s foundries and glassworks roar with light. It’s autumn, but already the nights are in retreat. Across the kingdom they’re setting up altars of glass and steel. Dawn will kindle in the altar-depths, and I’ll open my arms to its colours. My shadow will leave me; and then at last I’ll know which me I am.
The Triumph of Hope
The New King’s foundries and glassworks roar with light. It’s autumn, but already the nights are in retreat. Every evening the streets are filled with patriots and sceptics alike, jostling, joking, marvelling. Dawn is coming. A new Age. It might even be better than the last one.
Numen: the Bells of Ys
Revolutionary Victory: The New Names
The New King’s foundries and workshops quiver with life. The songs of the foundry-Names ring out across the sky. When Dawn comes, the King has promised there will be no war in Europe. The foundries concur… but also they promise a victory. I understand this paradox. There will be a war… but not against our earthly enemies.
Prodigal Victory: The New Weapons
The New King’s foundries and workshops quiver with life. The songs of the foundry-Names ring out across the sky. When Dawn comes, the King has promised there will be no war in Europe. The foundries concur… but also they promise a victory. I’ll leave others to resolve that paradox. My weapon chimes softly in my hand. Let my pursuers come.
A New Age
The New King’s foundries and workshops quiver with life. The songs of the foundry-Names ring out across the sky. When Dawn comes, the King has promised there will be no war in Europe. The foundries concur… but also they promise a victory. In this new Age, perhaps this will no longer be a paradox.
SCALE ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Hermit
Numen: That Old Lost Music
Magnate Victory: A Gentler Sun
The skies will be softer, the winds warmer. As we were born from the Shell, so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little- of our blood… and each night it will protect us. I can understand the consternation. I can understand the unkind turns of phrase. But it’s much gentler to have a Sun that knows you; that every sunrise, honours you with its own blood; that every evening, offers peace.
Symurgist Victory: A Kinder Sun
The skies will be softer, the winds warmer. As we were born from the Shell, so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little- of our blood… and each night it will protect us. As it goes down into evening, as it rises in the morning, it will remember us in song. That song will be the one I have yearned for, and its rhythm the beat of my own heart.
A Hungrier Heaven
The skies will be softer, the winds warmer. As we were born from the Shell, so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little- of our blood… and each night it will protect us. As it goes down into evening, as it rises in the morning, it will remember us in song.
Numen: Inescapable Confinement
Prodigal Victory: A Sun that Knows Us
When once the Watchman is caged in shadows, the Sun will harden like spring ice, until - as we were born from the Shell - so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little - of our blood… I balk at that. I admit it. But a Sun that knows our taste is a kinder sun. I am quite certain that it will not eat me. And, once my pursuers are confined, neither will anything else.
Archaeologist Victory: Beneath a Sheltering Sun
When once the Wolf-Divided is caged in light, the Sun will harden like spring ice, until - as we were born from the Shell - so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little - of our blood… and each night it will protect us. As it goes down into evening, as it rises in the morning, it will remember us in song. I will never be pure of my corruption. But the Red Sun won’t trouble himself over it… and so neither will I.
A Cage of Light
When once the Wolf-Divided is caged in light, the Sun will harden like spring ice, until - as we were born from the Shell - so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little - of our blood… and each night it will protect us. As it goes down into evening, as it rises in the morning, it will remember us in song.
Numen: Three Rules
Revolutionary Victory: Revolution in Red
The Watchman’s Tree has a Black Flower, but the Red Sun cannot be forgotten. It has a White, but his light runs red on snow. It has a Red Flower, but in this History, when the Sanguine Exception is invoked, the Red Flower will close its petals. And the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little- of our blood… and each night it will protect us. As it goes down into evening, as it rises in the morning, it will remember us in song… a song that even the Calyptra cannot silence.
Calyptra in Carmine
The Watchman’s Tree has a Black Flower, but the Red Sun cannot be forgotten. It has a White, but his light runs red on snow. It has a Red Flower, but in this History, when the Sanguine Exception is invoked, the Red Flower will close its petals. And the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little- of our blood… and each night it will protect us. As it goes down into evening, as it rises in the morning, it will remember us in song.
LANTERN ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - The Sun
Numen: the Paths of the Sun
Cartographer Victory: Charting the Dawn
Very soon, the King will begin his royal progress. By day he’ll travel the roads of Britain. By night, he’ll walk the Paths of the Sun. Herald-Names will cry the Dawn before him, until every vein of the Mansus flushes with light, like a rose with golden ink; and at last I will complete my Map.
Twiceborn Victory: Royal Prerogatives
Very soon, the King will begin his royal progress. By day he’ll travel the roads of Britain. By night, he’ll walk the Paths of the Sun. Herald-Names will cry the Dawn before him; and I will walk among them, inviolate under the protection of the Dawn-King.
The New King’s Path
Very soon, the King will begin his royal progress. By day he’ll travel the roads of Britain. By night, he’ll walk the Paths of the Sun. Herald-Names will cry the Dawn before him, until Eternity’s light colours every Mansus-stone, like cinnabar, like mercury, like gold.
Numen: The Sun’s Weakness
Executioner Victory: The Sun’s Sins
It was not an easy matter, the healing of the scars of the Sun. The king took the greatest into his own flesh, and so we see him now only twice each year, at winter and at spring. But sometimes pain teaches mercy. The days are bright as the King’s coin, but the nights fizz with song. Little jewelled lives, little hungry plants, tide-fruit and coil-spawn, all of it will thrive in the secret night. If any part of this is mine, then I have made amends.
The Sun’s Scars
It was not an easy matter, the healing of the scars of the Sun. The king took the greatest into his own flesh, and so we see him now only twice each year, at winter and at spring. But we love him so. And we have the Dawn.
Numen: the Great Counterfeit
Twiceborn Victory: The Realm of Gold
The Mansus has grown bright as brass. Is this the Second Dawn? A Golden Age? History’s last throes? Perhaps all those things, perhaps none, but in this New Order, under Light’s Law, I am safe, I am warm, I am home.
The Coin of the Realm
Each day in the New Kingdom gleams like a gold coin. Is this the Second Dawn? A Brass Age? Eternity’s penumbra? We are warm and fed; the King is wise and just; the skies are clear and bright; all’s well.
EDGE ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot: The Tower
Numen: the Bells of Ys
Revolutionary Victory: Calyptra at Twilight
Speech was the weapon that won our first war. This Bell is the weapon that will win our last. The night-storms come and go with their violent colours and their violent rains. When all the skies are empty and all the Hours are spent, Eternity’s tyranny will fall.
Prodigal Victory: The Eye of the Storm
STRIKE THE HOURS. In the bright shadows of heaven’s war, I’m safe as a butterfly at a cyclone’s heart. And when earth and sky break open, what treasures will we find within?
Time’s Furnace
STRIKE THE HOURS. History blazes bright. Eternity retreats. The sky will shake, the earth will break, and what treasures will that reveal?
Numen: an Irresistable Feast
Artist Victory: An Art of War
I wish I could see it up close - the rents, the daubs, the fires. But it’s enough that it’s projected on the sky. A free entertainment! The Devouring War! For all to enjoy!
No Stars
This has been the longest night. Even the stars have deserted us. The air grows stale and chill. But the ground trembles beneath us, and so I know the war goes on, and the Dawn is coming soon.
Numen: a Merciless Alteration
Artist Victory: Colours’ End
The world is a candle! The flame bends and gutters with the workings of the war. I had never imagined the colours! They will thank me for it. And the Dawn will come, of course; but I’ll miss the candle’s light.
Archaeologist Victory: Shadows’ End
The Dawn is almost here… but already the War has set the shadows alight. My thoughts are kindled, too. I don’t know what will be left of me when the Dawn comes… but it’ll be something that does not regret.
Mercy’s End
When the war in the sky is over, when the earth is still, when the last Hour raises her voice, when the Dawn is here, we’ll say: this was necessary.
WINTER ENDINGS
Corresponding tarot - Temperance
Numen: A Final Understanding
Magnate Victory: The Whitest Flower
‘Speech is a wound,’ Husher famously insisted. Of silence, he said nothing at all. But then, of course, I suppose, he wouldn’t.
It’s enough. I’m tired. What is written is written, and my contribution comes after this mark.
The Lights Along The Way
Julian Coseley, the anarchist, Eternity’s enemy. What convinced him, in the end, that Husher had any kind of point? The paradox of the eternal ending? The colours too pale for sight? Was it the secrets he saw in Ninegala’s paintings? His defeats? The quenching of his arrogance? Or just the length of his long long life? Why Silence? If that’s a question, Silence always has an answer.
Numen: Inescapable Confinement
Prodigal Victory: A Cage of Visions
This is the cell the Watchman built in the southmost reaches of the world, where the sea grows hard as horn and the sunset pale as snow. When the sunset comes, it will be his cell. Without the Watchman, there will be no Second Dawn… and without the Watchman, my pursuers will lose their force. A little light in the world is a small price to pay. After all, without the Watchman, there’ll be a little more mercy, too.
Archaeologist Victory: A Cage of Stars
This is the cell the Watchman built for the Wolf-Divided, in the southmost reaches of the world, where the sea grows hard as horn and the sunset pale as snow. When the sunset comes, it will be his cell. Without the Wolf, we will see no Second Dawn. There may - there just may - be other benefits beside. No more Wolf-Splinters, for one. Is that my shadow? Or is it, finally, me? Let’s say it’s not. Let’s say I’m free..
A Cage of Snows
This is the cell the Watchman built in the southmost reaches of the world, where the sea grows hard as horn and the sunset pale as snow. When the sunset comes, it will be his cell. Without the Watchman, there will be no Second Dawn. ‘He navigates; he illuminates; he is not compassionate…’ Perhaps when night falls, we’ll finally see a little compassion.
Numen: Back Into Balance
Executioner Victory: Robin in the Snow
The Carapace Cross is gone. Into earth; into flesh; and the travelling-kinds,beyond wave and sky. They are very few now under the earth, and the Cross-in-flesh are us - some of us, at least. But when the travelling-kinds return, their wings will darken the sky; and in this history, they will be safe from any Dawn.
Revolutionary Victory: Frost
Safe from any Second Dawn - In streets at night - in spires by day - crawling on the roofs of moving trains - buzzing in factory chimneys - the kinds of the Cross return. Of course they’ll frighten the wits out of everyone - everyone! But the Calyptra’s law doesn’t bind the Cross. When they’re ready to speak, and we’re ready to listen - to the hybrids in our sky, and the echo in our flesh - the tyranny of Eternity, at long last, will approach its resolution.
Closing a Wound
The Cross died not passed within.’ When the travelling-kinds of the Carapace Cross return, how many of us will answer the heart-lifting buzz of their call? One in every thousand? One in every ten? There will be no Second Dawn - the Cross will walk among us - and when the wing-buzz, the heart-shrill, the star-song, goes out, when we are called to travel again beyond the sky - how many of us will go with them?
“UNIQUE” ENDINGS
As you can remember, Book of Hours has 101 endings, but these were only 99 of them. That’s because the remaining two are “unique” or “secret” endings, and neither of them can be achieved by standard means of recording a history. Instead, as their name implies, each of them has it’s own, unique method of obtaining.
Hidden ending
Winter or Pale ending is one of two unique endings of the game. It is represented by Ace of Swords tarot card. It is considered to be the true ending of Book of Hours.
To achieve it, you have to make the the determination white, the first flower. afterward, wait for the winter season, and then go to The Tree. Present your Journal with one of your Elements of the Soul to get the ending. Note that it will only work if these two cards combined have no less than 3 of Winter aspect. If done correctly, the following ending will appear:
A Knowledge In The Look Of Things
‘After the red leaf and the gold have gone,
Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain…
…I speak to you now with the land’s voice,
It is the cold, wild land that says to you
A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.’
Howard Nemerov, 1920-1991, from ‘A Spell Before Winter’.
[You have completed a hidden ending. An argument has been made that this is the true ending of BOOK OF HOURS.]
Best ending
Evening or Enigmatic ending is one of two unique endings of the game. It is represented by Ace of Cups tarot card. It is considered to be the best ending of Book of Hours.In order to get it, you must record no history at all. While not having any history recorded in your journal, use it with any of the Elements of the Soul at The Tree to get the ending. Note that it can be done in any season. The ending itself is located just below this text.
Evening Falls
I have my fire, my books, my clock, my window on the world where they do other things; and I am happy. This is the life I chose. The years will pass, like sun, like snow, like rain, like a gull’s wing beating, and when I close my eyes, they will find me smiling.