Sometimes, the faces merged into one, blurred by the passing of years, yet Jane understood this distortion as truth.
2025.09.19
珍總是被記憶的邊緣所吸引——那些清晰逐漸化為朦朧之處，那裡一張臉能被看見，卻無法被完全命名。作為「漸隱回聲的檔案守護者」，她背負著保存時光試圖抹去之物的責任。她遊走於被遺忘的生命走廊，蒐集如同舊膠卷般閃爍的片段：窗邊的笑聲、手心的溫度、未被回應的凝視沉默。
她的工作並非追求完美，而是守護。她將記憶層層疊疊，如半透明的薄片，重疊之後，形成介於存在與缺席之間的肖像。有時，那些臉龐彼此交融，被歲月模糊，但珍明白，這種失真正是事實。畢竟，生命從來不止一個單一形象；每個人都承載著多重自我、片刻與矛盾。夜裡，當空氣最為靜謐時，珍傾聽檔案中的低語。有些聲音顫抖，渴望不被抹去；有些則坦然，逐漸融入更大的被遺忘合唱。她不加評判，也不強行銳化影像，只為它們提供一個庇護之所，在她的織網裡，即使最微弱的影子也有其重量。
有時她覺得自己也在漸漸淡去，倒影模糊，彷彿只是收藏中的一片碎影。但她並不畏懼，反而接受這樣的模糊。因為珍知道，她的角色不是站在記憶之外，而是融入其中，成為無限重疊織體的一部分——既清晰又消融的存在。
Jane had always been drawn to the edges of memory—the places where clarity dissolved into haze, where a face could be seen yet never fully named. As the Archivist of Fading Echoes, she carried within her the responsibility of safeguarding what time attempted to erase. She roamed the corridors of forgotten lives, gathering fragments that flickered like old film reels: a laugh at a window, the warmth of a hand, the silence of a gaze not returned.
Her work was not about perfection but preservation. She layered memories like translucent sheets, overlapping until they formed portraits of people who existed in-between presence and absence. Sometimes, the faces merged into one, blurred by the passing of years, yet Jane understood this distortion as truth. Life, after all, was never singular; every person carried multitudes of selves, moments, and contradictions.
At night, when the air was quietest, Jane listened to the whispers of the archive. Some voices trembled, desperate not to vanish. Others were resigned, dissolving into the greater chorus of forgotten songs. She did not judge, nor did she try to sharpen the image. Instead, she offered shelter in her woven archive, a place where even the faintest shadow had weight.
There were days she felt herself fading too, her reflection blurred as if she were just another fragment in her collection. But rather than fear it, she accepted the blur. For Jane knew her role was not to stand apart from memory but to become part of its layered, infinite weave—a presence that was at once distinct and dissolving.
