Jane traced her fingers over one such portrait - an overlapping visage, neither singular nor divided, but an entanglement of lives blurred together by memory's fickle hand.
2025.03.01
珍站在檔案館的門檻前，這是一個時間曾經崩解又重新縫合的地方。牆上沒有編號，沒有標籤——只有那些曾經在這無盡迴廊中尋求庇護者的淡淡印記。在這座收藏遺失面孔的聖殿裡，珍解讀著那些模糊肖像中沉默的歷史。每一張影像，儘管模糊，卻藏著無聲的聲音。有些在靜默中低語，它們的呢喃交織在被遺忘的身份中逐漸剝落。還有一些則帶著急切的脈動，它們的故事壓迫著畫布的邊界，渴望被重新記起。珍的指尖輕輕滑過其中一幅肖像——重疊的面容，既非獨立也未曾分離，而是一種命運的交錯，被記憶的手模糊成難以區分的形狀。「你是誰？」珍低聲問道。
影層開始變化。一名女子浮現——她的哀愁滲透進另一張面孔的輪廓，她們的眼睛對齊，暗示著一種親屬關係，或是命運的交融。珍從中辨識出一段古老的悲劇，一個生命被另一個生命吞沒，直至無法再分離。
一個名字在記憶的迷霧中浮現。
「蓮。」
珍輕輕吐出這個名字。畫像邊緣微微顫動，彷彿現實本身鬆開了束縛。一個被時間遺忘的真相，透過她找回了存在的證明。那些臉龐再次閃爍，依舊模糊，但不再沉默。
珍，回聲檔案的守護者，微微低下頭。另一段故事被尋回，另一個身份不再被遺忘。
Jane stood at the threshold of the archive, a place where time had unraveled and stitched itself together again in spectral layers. The walls bore no numbers, no labels—only faint impressions of those who had once sought refuge in its endless corridors. Here, in the sanctuary of lost faces, Jane deciphered the silent histories etched into blurred portraits.
Each image, though indistinct, held voices beneath its surface. Some murmured in the stillness, their whispers tangled in the soft decay of forgotten identities. Others pulsed with urgency, their stories pressing against the edges of the canvas, yearning to be recalled. Jane traced her fingers over one such portrait—an overlapping visage, neither singular nor divided, but an entanglement of lives blurred together by memory's fickle hand.
"Who are you?" Jane whispered.
The layers shifted. A woman emerged—her sorrow bleeding into the contours of another face, their eyes aligned in a way that suggested kinship, or perhaps a merging of fates. Jane recognized the echoes of an old tragedy, a life absorbed into another, until separation became impossible.
A single name surfaced from the mist of recollection.
"Lian."
Jane exhaled. A seam in the image frayed, as if reality itself had loosened its grip. A truth lost to time had found its way back through her. The faces wavered once more, then settled—still blurred, but no longer silent.
Jane, the Archivist of Echoes, bowed her head. Another story reclaimed. Another identity no longer forgotten.
