Jane traced the outline of the face, feeling the warmth of the lives embedded within. Each stroke of her brush had been guided by voices long lost, their stories leaking through the canvas.
2025.01.10
珍一直對隱藏在面孔中的故事著迷。但她不僅僅是一名藝術家 — 她是一位肖像編織者。在這個記憶如同形成般迅速消散的世界裡，珍發現了一種方法，能將被遺忘的生命片段縫合成一張面孔。然而，她最新的作品卻與以往截然不同。
眼前的肖像畫柔和地跳動著，層層表情與情感彼此交融。微笑與皺眉交錯，明亮的雙眼也因被陰影覆蓋的記憶而變得黯淡。這並非單一個體，而是由許多片段編織而成的一幅掛毯 — 用油彩和顏料捕捉的低語合唱。珍沿著面孔的輪廓輕輕描摹，感受著其中蘊藏的生命溫度。她畫筆下的每一筆都受到早已遺失的聲音指引，那些故事透過畫布緩緩滲透。畫中女子彷彿在呼吸，當無人注視時，她的五官微妙地變化著。珍知道，這是迴響的作品，那是尋求被認可的靈魂碎片。
但這一次卻有所不同。“珍”這個名字在畫作邊緣微微閃爍，彷彿畫布在呼喚她。她驚覺，自己竟不經意地將自己編織進了這幅畫中。她的笑聲、她的悲傷，早已與其他故事交融，將她永遠束縛於這段活生生的記憶之中。
珍不再僅僅是肖像的編織者。她成為了迴響的守護者，注定要將被遺忘者的故事承載於自身。而當畫像回望著她，那雙蘊含無數聲音的雙眼，珍明白了自己的新使命：傾聽、記憶，並確保沒有任何故事 — 即使是她自己的 — 會被遺忘。
Jane had always been fascinated by the stories hidden within faces. But she wasn’t just any artist—she was a Portrait Weaver. In a world where memories began to dissolve as swiftly as they formed, Jane discovered a way to stitch fragments of forgotten lives into a single face. Her latest creation, however, was unlike any other.
The portrait before her pulsed softly, layers of expressions and emotions blending into one another. Smiles merged with furrowed brows, and bright eyes dimmed with shadowed memories. This was not a single person but a tapestry of many—a chorus of whispers captured in oils and pigments.
Jane traced the outline of the face, feeling the warmth of the lives embedded within. Each stroke of her brush had been guided by voices long lost, their stories leaking through the canvas. The woman in the portrait seemed to breathe, her features shifting ever so slightly when no one watched. Jane knew this was the work of the Echoes, fragments of souls searching for recognition.
But something was different this time. The name “Jane” faintly shimmered along the edge of the painting, as if the canvas was calling to her. She realized, with a start, that she had inadvertently woven herself into the portrait. Her own laughter, her own sorrows, had mingled with the others, binding her forever to this living memory.
Jane was no longer merely a weaver of portraits. She had become a Guardian of Echoes, destined to carry the stories of the forgotten within herself. And as the portrait gazed back at her, eyes alive with countless voices, Jane understood her new role: to listen, to remember, and to ensure that no story—not even her own—would ever fade away.
