探險者 An explorer-Jane

The daughter of an adventurous botanist and a steadfast cartographer.

2024.03.22

在隱藏山谷的翠綠寧靜中，珍發現自己站在一個十字路口，這既是實際的，也是比喻的。當陽光透過上方密集的樹冠灑下，她停下腳步，反思自己生活的道路。作為一位愛冒險的植物學家和一位堅定的制圖師的女兒，珍總是在未知的誘惑與熟悉的舒適之間搖擺不定。

她踏上這趟旅程，尋找一些她無法言喻的東西。一個夢話，一個夢境的片段，夜復一夜地來訪。她夢見一朵花，它的花瓣呈暮色，香味像遙遠小提琴的輕柔、悲傷的旋律。

每一天，她都深入到谷底未經馴化的核心，背包裝滿筆記本和草圖，心裝滿回憶與希望。她對大地，對纏繞的藤蔓和古老的樹木說話，尋求一個徵兆，一個引導她到那難以捉摸的夢境的向導。

今天，她站在路徑的岔道口。左側的小徑蜿蜒向上，通往蒙胧的山峰，那裡可以找到最稀有的植物。右側則下降到老生長林的陰影深處，那裡的樹木如同沉默的哨兵，守護著過去的秘密。

珍深吸一口氣，選擇了自己的方向，右邊的路徑感覺像是被低語的風選中的。每一步都是她故事中的一節，一個關於勇氣，關於無情追求自己神話中花朵的故事。在那一刻，珍知道，不管她是否找到那朵花，這段旅程將揭開她一直在自己內心深處尋找的謎團。

In the verdant calm of the hidden valley, Jane found herself at a crossroads, both literally and figuratively. With the sun filtering through the dense canopy above, she paused, considering the path her life had taken. The daughter of an adventurous botanist and a steadfast cartographer, Jane had always been poised between the allure of the unknown and the comfort of the familiar.

She had embarked on this journey seeking something she could not name. A whisper of a thought, a fragment of a dream that had been visiting her night after night. She dreamed of a flower, its petals the color of twilight, and its scent like the soft, sorrowful tune of a distant violin.

Each day, she pressed further into the untamed heart of the valley, her satchel heavy with notebooks and sketches, her mind heavy with memories and hope. She spoke to the earth, to the twisting vines and ancient trees, asking for a sign, a guide to her elusive dream.

Today, she stood at the fork in the path. To the left, the trail spiraled up into the misty mountain peaks, where the rarest of flora could be found. To the right, it dipped into the shadowy depths of an old-growth forest, where the trees stood as silent sentinels, guarding the secrets of the past.

With a steady breath, Jane chose her direction, the right path feeling as though it was chosen for her by the whispering winds. Each step was a verse in her story, a story of courage, of relentless pursuit of one's own mythic bloom. And in that moment, Jane knew that whether or not she found the flower, this journey would uncover the mystery she had been searching within herself all along.

My Name is Jane.