色彩修復師 A Color Restorer
She prepared her palette carefully, intuitively choosing warm ochre and delicate earth tones, colors that whispered comfort and nostalgia.
有一天，一張用脆弱絲綢包裹的照片送到了珍的手裡，上面只附了一張簡單的便條：「珍，讓他回來。」這張照片的色彩早已消散，只留下模糊的印象。然而珍卻感受到照片傳來的某種親密氣息，她彷彿聽見其中隱藏著歲月中丟失的歡笑與未訴的故事。
珍小心翼翼地調配顏料，她直覺地選擇了溫暖的赭黃色與柔和的大地色調，這些色彩低語著溫柔與懷舊。她明白修復不是追求清晰，而是用細膩的色彩逐漸揭露那些被世人遺忘、卻又被色彩銘記的故事。
當她落筆繪畫時，柔和的色彩逐漸浮現，生命的氣息隨著顏色慢慢重現。每一筆細緻的勾勒都復甦了一段記憶：金色午後、耳邊的承諾、平靜夜晚的溫柔微笑。珍的內心記憶也緩緩湧現，與照片中的人交織成一道無形的橋樑。
時間像緩慢的潮水流過，肖像逐漸充滿了靜謐的生命力。珍放下畫筆，內心湧起一絲安靜的滿足。她將這個人帶回來了——不是透過鮮明清晰的輪廓，而是透過充滿柔情的色彩修復。在這些柔和的色調和微妙的細節中，他重新活過來，輕柔地與那位深愛他、希望透過珍的手再次相遇的人重聚。
珍滿懷敬意地再用絲綢包裹好肖像，輕聲向這些重現的色彩呢喃：「歡迎回家。」
Jane became a color restorer, a specialist entrusted with rejuvenating faded memories. In her cozy, dimly lit studio filled with soft brushes, delicate pigments, and faintly scented candles, she gently revived portraits that time had gradually stolen away.
One day, a photograph reached her hands, wrapped in fragile silk and a note saying simply, "Bring him back, Jane." The colors had slipped away long ago, leaving behind only vague impressions of what once was. Jane felt an unspoken intimacy from the blurred image, sensing the weight of lost laughter and hidden stories in its soft, sepia-toned quietness.
She prepared her palette carefully, intuitively choosing warm ochre and delicate earth tones, colors that whispered comfort and nostalgia. Jane knew restoration wasn't about mere clarity, but about carefully unveiling hidden stories that colors remembered but the world forgot.
As she painted, shades appeared softly, life emerging through hues that began to breathe warmth back into the image. Each careful brushstroke restored a memory: golden afternoons, whispered promises, and gentle smiles shared on quiet evenings. Jane's own memories stirred gently, interwoven with those she revealed, forming an unseen bridge between her and the man behind the faded photograph.
Hours drifted like slow tides until the portrait was filled with quiet vitality. Jane set her brush down, feeling a quiet satisfaction. She had brought him back—not through sharp clarity but through the tenderness of restored color. In those soft hues and subtle details, he lived again, reunited gently with whoever had cherished him deeply enough to seek Jane's compassionate artistry.
With reverence, Jane wrapped the portrait again in silk, softly whispering to the restored colors, "Welcome back home."
