Project Umbrella Translation
CLAIRE'S NOTE
At some stage I fell asleep and didn't realise.
I awoke to the sound of the VTOL's engine.
I was dreaming. A horrible, terrifying nightmare.
I'm drenched head to toe in sweat and my heart still beats wildly in my throat.
Like all dreams, the memory of it fades fast
All that remains is fear... and profound grief. To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. Steve's in the cockpit, the steering arm in his grasp.
The nightmare's already far behind us. So what is it that makes me so fearful and sad?
We've survived the island of death and despair.
A warm light fills the cockpit, erasing the darkness enshrouding us.
Dolphins happily breach the surface of the sea below.
And yet I'm still haunted by remnants of the nightmare. Scenes from it come back to me, little by little.
It... was a dream about that island.
I was fighting just like in real life. Steve and I together.
But the dream started going a different direction than reality.
There was a sad goodbye between Steve and I that makes my hair stand on end... Another future, what could've been. If something had gone amiss, it could've turned out that way... But we bested fate. We escaped that hell with a few guns clutched tight. It helps me drive the nightmare from my mind.
I call out to Steve. The sky's filled with boundless light.
Suddenly the sky becomes whiter and whiter.
I wonder why he won't turn around. It's like a white haze now.
Was the dream really a dream? I don't know...
The world's wholly enveloped in white. I wonder why he isn't looking back.
Is this reality really real?
The cyclic engine noise of the VTOL changed into a whistling wind, like a giant axe being swung around, gradually getting louder and louder, echoing with an increasing sense of reality.
At some stage I fell asleep and didn't realise.
I awoke to the sound of the VTOL's engine.
I was dreaming. A horrible, terrifying nightmare.
I'm drenched head to toe in sweat and my heart still beats wildly in my throat.
Like all dreams, the memory of it fades fast
All that remains is fear... and profound grief. To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. Steve's in the cockpit, the steering arm in his grasp.
The nightmare's already far behind us. So what is it that makes me so fearful and sad?
We've survived the island of death and despair.
A warm light fills the cockpit, erasing the darkness enshrouding us.
Dolphins happily breach the surface of the sea below.
And yet I'm still haunted by remnants of the nightmare. Scenes from it come back to me, little by little.
It... was a dream about that island.
I was fighting just like in real life. Steve and I together.
But the dream started going a different direction than reality.
There was a sad goodbye between Steve and I that makes my hair stand on end... Another future, what could've been. If something had gone amiss, it could've turned out that way... But we bested fate. We escaped that hell with a few guns clutched tight. It helps me drive the nightmare from my mind.
I call out to Steve. The sky's filled with boundless light.
Suddenly the sky becomes whiter and whiter.
I wonder why he won't turn around. It's like a white haze now.
Was the dream really a dream? I don't know...
The world's wholly enveloped in white. I wonder why he isn't looking back.
Is this reality really real?
The cyclic engine noise of the VTOL changed into a whistling wind, like a giant axe being swung around, gradually getting louder and louder, echoing with an increasing sense of reality.
Official Japanese Transcript
クレアの手記
いつのまにか眠っていたようだ。
VTOLのターボジェット音が私を目覚めさせた。
夢を見ていた。恐い恐い夢。
体中汗をかいて、未だ心臓が荒くバクついている。
夢がいつもそうであるように、急にその記憶は消え去っていく。
残されているのは恐怖と...深い悲しみ。驚いたことに私は泣いていたらしい。コクピットではスティーブが操縦棹を握っている。
悪夢はすでにはるか後方。何を恐れ、悲しむ必要があろうか。
私たちは絶望と死の島から生還したのだ。
コクピットには柔らかな光が差込み、覆っていた闇を消し去っている。
広がる海面ではイルカたちが楽しそうに跳ねている。
なのに悪夢の残滓が頭から離れない。少しずつ夢の情景が蘇ってくる。
それは...あの島の夢だった。
私は現実と同じように戦っていた。スティーブと一緒に。
夢は現実と違う方向に進みだしていた。
身の毛がよだつ、私とスティーブの悲しい別れ...それはありえたもう一つの未来。何かが狂えばそのようになったかもしれない。だけど私たちは運命に勝利した。握り締めた銃一つであの地獄から脱出したのだ。私は悪夢を脳裏から追い払った。
スティーブに声をかける。空は限りない光に満たされている。
急に空の白さが増して行く。
何故彼は振り向かないのだろう。靄のような白。
夢は本当に夢なのだろうか。私には分からない...
一面、白い世界に包まれていく。何故彼は振り向かないのだろう。
現実は本当に現実なのだろうか？
VTOL機の周期的なエンジン音が振り回される巨大な斧のような風切音に変わりしだいに、しだいに大きく現実感を持って響きだした。
いつのまにか眠っていたようだ。
VTOLのターボジェット音が私を目覚めさせた。
夢を見ていた。恐い恐い夢。
体中汗をかいて、未だ心臓が荒くバクついている。
夢がいつもそうであるように、急にその記憶は消え去っていく。
残されているのは恐怖と...深い悲しみ。驚いたことに私は泣いていたらしい。コクピットではスティーブが操縦棹を握っている。
悪夢はすでにはるか後方。何を恐れ、悲しむ必要があろうか。
私たちは絶望と死の島から生還したのだ。
コクピットには柔らかな光が差込み、覆っていた闇を消し去っている。
広がる海面ではイルカたちが楽しそうに跳ねている。
なのに悪夢の残滓が頭から離れない。少しずつ夢の情景が蘇ってくる。
それは...あの島の夢だった。
私は現実と同じように戦っていた。スティーブと一緒に。
夢は現実と違う方向に進みだしていた。
身の毛がよだつ、私とスティーブの悲しい別れ...それはありえたもう一つの未来。何かが狂えばそのようになったかもしれない。だけど私たちは運命に勝利した。握り締めた銃一つであの地獄から脱出したのだ。私は悪夢を脳裏から追い払った。
スティーブに声をかける。空は限りない光に満たされている。
急に空の白さが増して行く。
何故彼は振り向かないのだろう。靄のような白。
夢は本当に夢なのだろうか。私には分からない...
一面、白い世界に包まれていく。何故彼は振り向かないのだろう。
現実は本当に現実なのだろうか？
VTOL機の周期的なエンジン音が振り回される巨大な斧のような風切音に変わりしだいに、しだいに大きく現実感を持って響きだした。
Official English Transcript
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MONOLOGUE OF CLAIRE
I seem to have fallen asleep in spite of myself.
The sound of the turbo engine of the V-Tol has woken me up.
I was dreaming. No. I was having a terrible nightmare. I'm drenched in sweat, and my heart is thumping in my throat. The dream is fading away rapidly, just like a dream always does. Then only the memory of fear and deep sorrow remain. T
To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. In the cockpit, Steve is controlling the plane. The nightmare has gone far behind. What do I have to fear? What should I be sad? We're safe, for we got away from the cause of so much fear and sorrow.
The island... I can see the warm sunlight coming into the cockpit, as if it erases the darkness. There are dolphins jumping on the surface of the sea below. However, the fragments of the nightmare never leave my mind. The scenes I dreamed of are surfacing one by one.
I was dreaming of the island...
I was fighting just like I did a while ago, just like I did together with Steve. But the dream was about to unfold in a different way, in the worst way. My farewell to Steve... That is a reality that could've happened... if anything had gone wrong... But it didn't. We won this future. We have escaped from the island of death. It's time I forgot the nightmare. It's time I talked with Steve. The sky is bright with sunlight.
It's becoming brighter and brighter. I wonder why he doesn't turn around? Now it's too bright, as if I'm in a white blanket of fog.
Was it just a dream? I don't know... I'm in a white blanket.
I wonder why he doesn't turn around. Is what I believe to be reality real? The steady sound of the engine of the V-Tol has become louder and louder like the noise from a swinging axe, and I realize that I'm waking up.
MONOLOGUE OF CLAIRE
I seem to have fallen asleep in spite of myself.
The sound of the turbo engine of the V-Tol has woken me up.
I was dreaming. No. I was having a terrible nightmare. I'm drenched in sweat, and my heart is thumping in my throat. The dream is fading away rapidly, just like a dream always does. Then only the memory of fear and deep sorrow remain. T
To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. In the cockpit, Steve is controlling the plane. The nightmare has gone far behind. What do I have to fear? What should I be sad? We're safe, for we got away from the cause of so much fear and sorrow.
The island... I can see the warm sunlight coming into the cockpit, as if it erases the darkness. There are dolphins jumping on the surface of the sea below. However, the fragments of the nightmare never leave my mind. The scenes I dreamed of are surfacing one by one.
I was dreaming of the island...
I was fighting just like I did a while ago, just like I did together with Steve. But the dream was about to unfold in a different way, in the worst way. My farewell to Steve... That is a reality that could've happened... if anything had gone wrong... But it didn't. We won this future. We have escaped from the island of death. It's time I forgot the nightmare. It's time I talked with Steve. The sky is bright with sunlight.
It's becoming brighter and brighter. I wonder why he doesn't turn around? Now it's too bright, as if I'm in a white blanket of fog.
Was it just a dream? I don't know... I'm in a white blanket.
I wonder why he doesn't turn around. Is what I believe to be reality real? The steady sound of the engine of the V-Tol has become louder and louder like the noise from a swinging axe, and I realize that I'm waking up.