神秘的身影 A mysterious figure Jane

a mysterious figure known only as Jane.

2024.01.09

從前，在被遺忘森林的迷霧所籠罩的小村莊裡，有一個神秘的身影，人們只知道她叫做珍。她是一個謎一般的存在，她的出現像是在樹間起舞的霧一樣短暫。沒有人知道她來自哪裡，或者她的眼睛為何深邃，反映出一個見證了世紀更迭的靈魂。

村民們對珍的討論總是小聲進行，因為她的形象在他們的記憶中模糊不清，如同醒來時的夢境。據說她只在月亮僅是天空中一道細小弧線時出現，她的形態在存在與消失之間閃爍。孩子們會在夜裡偷偷出來，希望能一睹她空靈之美，但珍就像風中的低語一樣難以捉摸。

在一個命運之夜，一個名叫埃米爾的小男孩在穿過樹林的小溪邊遇見了珍。她那清澈如水的眼睛與他相遇，那一刻，他們之間傳遞了一種無言的理解。她向埃米爾低語了一個秘密，一個關於古老日子的故事，當時她是森林的守護者，是它的秘密守護者和和平的保護者。

被她的故事迷住的埃米爾，每晚都會去找珍，聽她講述故事，學習森林的生活方式。在她的指導下，他學會了理解樹木的語言和溪流的歌聲。珍教會了他，每一個生物，每一片葉子，每一滴水都有它自己的故事。 

多年過去了，珍的傳說在村中越來越廣為人知。埃米爾成為了村裡的說故事的人，編織著有關迷霧仙女的故事，她的精神與樹林交織在一起。雖然珍妮的形象隨著時間的流逝而消逝，但她的遺產透過故事得以延續，成為不朽的見證，見證了被遺忘森林的神秘與魔力。

村民們從未忘記珍，這位守護者的存在就像晨光透過樹葉柔和地照進來一樣。她一直是村莊傳說的核心，一個永恆的精神守護著樹林及其居民，她的故事是一道奇跡的光芒，在一個經常忘記用眼睛以外的東西去看世界的世界中。

Once upon a time in a small village veiled by the mist of the forgotten woods, there was a mysterious figure known only as Jane. She was an enigma, her presence as fleeting as the fog that danced between the trees. None knew where she came from or why her eyes held such depth, reflecting a soul that had witnessed centuries unfold.

The villagers spoke of Jane in hushed tones, for her visage was blurred in their memories, like a dream upon waking. It was said that she appeared only when the moon was but a sliver in the sky, her form shimmering in and out of existence. Children would sneak out at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her ethereal beauty, but Jane was as elusive as the whispering wind.

One fateful evening, a young boy named Emil encountered Jane by the brook that ran through the woods. Her eyes, clear as the water, met his, and in that instant, a silent understanding passed between them. She whispered a secret to Emil, a tale of ancient days when she was a guardian of the forest, a keeper of its secrets and protector of its peace.

Emil, entranced by her story, visited Jane every night, listening to her tales and learning the ways of the woods. Under her guidance, he grew to understand the language of the trees and the songs of the streams. Jane taught him that every creature, every leaf, every drop of water had its own story.

Years passed, and the legend of Jane grew. Emil became the village’s storyteller, weaving tales of the lady of the mist, whose spirit was interlaced with the woods. And though Jane's form faded with time, her legacy lived on through the stories, an immortal testament to the mystery and magic of the forgotten woods.

The villagers never forgot Jane, the guardian whose presence was as gentle as the dawn light filtering through the leaves. She remained the heart of the village lore, an eternal spirit watching over the woods and its inhabitants, her story a beacon of wonder in a world that often forgot to look beyond what the eyes could see.

My Name is Jane.