The image before her was incomplete—colors bleeding into one another, details dissolving as if time itself had swallowed them.
2025.02.27
珍所見的世界從未完整。臉孔閃爍不定，像風暴中的回聲，在不同的身份間游移。多年來，她學會了拼湊——在同一個畫面中看見過去與現在，在模糊的表情與殘缺的形象中尋找隱藏的故事。
今晚，她坐在昏暗的檔案室，手指懸停在閃爍著靜電的數位螢幕上。畫面是不完整的——顏色交融，細節消失，彷彿時間本身將它吞噬。一張男人的臉從霧影中浮現，半透明的輪廓，雙眼沉重，似乎藏著未曾說出的話語。她歪了歪頭，凝視這幅構圖。這種扭曲感她並不陌生。這不是意外，而是刻意為之。這不只是一張照片——它是一段被加密的記憶，一個隱藏在變幻像素下的秘密。
她的心跳加快了。這種影像模式，她曾在遺忘的生命碎片中見過。這個男人不只是影像，而是一個密碼，是來自另一個時空的低語。
她閉上眼睛，讓色彩引導自己。紅色，象徵著急迫。綠色，暗示著未竟之事。前景中一隻手臂投下的陰影——是阻礙，還是邀請？
然後，她聽到了。聲音既不屬於過去，也不完全存在於現在。
「找到我。」
她緩緩吐了口氣。
這個世界相信線性時間，相信清晰的面孔，相信固定的身份。但珍早已在模糊與重疊之間徘徊太久，不再輕易相信這種單純的視角。她是記憶的守護者，是未見之物的尋覓者。
而現在，她有了一個新的謎團要解開。
The world Jane saw was never whole. Faces flickered, shifting between identities like echoes in a storm. She had learned, over years of searching, to piece them together—to see the past and present in a single frame, to find the hidden narratives in blurred expressions and unfinished forms.
Tonight, she sat in a dimly lit archive, fingers hovering over a digital screen that pulsed with static. The image before her was incomplete—colors bleeding into one another, details dissolving as if time itself had swallowed them. A man’s face emerged from the haze, half-formed, his eyes heavy with something unsaid.
She tilted her head, studying the composition. The distortion was familiar. Not accidental, but intentional. This was not just a photograph—it was a memory encrypted in color, a secret buried beneath the shifting pixels.
Her heart quickened. She had seen these patterns before, in remnants of forgotten lives. The man was not just an image; he was a cipher, a whisper from another time.
Closing her eyes, Jane let the hues guide her. Red, like urgency. Green, like something undone. The shadow of an arm cutting across the foreground—was it a barrier, or an invitation?
Then, she heard it. A voice, not quite present, not quite past.
"Find me."
She exhaled.
The world believed in linear time, in clear faces, in fixed identities. But Jane had spent too long in the in-between to trust such simplicity. She was a keeper of fragments, a seeker of the unseen.
And now, she had a new mystery to unravel.
