回聲的守門人 The Gatekeeper of Echoes
Jane pressed her palm against the bars, eyes half-lidded. The echoes curled around her fingertips, familiar as an old dream.
2025.03.09
珍是回聲的守門人，守護著那些被時間編織成線、消失在歲月縫隙中的聲音。她的世界是一個記憶與影子交錯的境地，在那裡，過去的低語縈繞著生鏽的柵欄，風則攜帶著無力說出的秘密。她沿著雜草叢生的小徑走向那扇門，指尖輕輕拂過冰冷的金屬。這些柵欄曾經銳利而堅硬，隨著時間的推移，它們的輪廓變得柔和，彷彿承受著被遺忘的重量。每一道線條、每一抹斜影，都藏著那些曾經經過此地的人留下的印記——一個名字、一聲嘆息、一個未曾兌現的承諾。今晚，珍在傾聽。
金綠交錯的色彩在門外延展，一片既存在又不存在的景色。空氣顫動著，被困在寂靜中的聲音。如果她站在正確的角度，屏息凝神，便能聽見它們——遙遠而又貼近的孩童笑聲、踏入門檻前的遲疑步伐、某個人靜靜等待的氣息。
珍的掌心貼上柵欄，微微闔上眼。回聲輕輕繚繞在她的指尖，熟悉得如同舊夢。她已不記得自己何時成為守門人，也不確定自己是否曾經是別的什麼。但她明白一件事：她的使命是傾聽，為無形之物賦予形狀，讓被遺忘的過去再度浮現，哪怕只是短暫地閃現在眨眼之間。
世界微微顫動，綠意加深，回聲漸漸遠去。那扇門依舊靜靜佇立，等待著下一個影子穿越。而珍，如往常一樣，靜立其中。
等待著。
傾聽著。
Jane was the keeper of echoes, the last guardian of voices lost between time’s woven threads. Her world was a realm where memory and shadow intertwined, where the past whispered against rusted bars and the wind carried secrets too weary to be spoken.
She walked the overgrown path to the gate, fingers brushing against cold metal. The bars, once sharp and unyielding, had softened with time, blurred by the weight of forgotten moments. Each line, each slant of shadow, held the imprint of those who had come before—those who had touched this threshold and left something behind. A name. A sigh. A promise never kept.
Tonight, Jane was listening.
The hues of green and gold stretched beyond the gate, a landscape neither here nor there. The air trembled with voices trapped in the stillness. She could hear them if she stood just right—if she let her breath match the rhythm of the silent past. A child’s laughter, distant yet near. A footstep hesitant before crossing the threshold. The hush of someone waiting, hoping.
Jane pressed her palm against the bars, eyes half-lidded. The echoes curled around her fingertips, familiar as an old dream. She did not remember when she first became the Gatekeeper, nor if she had ever been anything else. But she knew this: her role was to listen, to give shape to the formless, to let the forgotten be seen again, if only in the spaces between blinks.
The world shifted, the green deepened, the echoes softened. The gate remained, waiting for the next shadow to pass through. And Jane, as always, stood watching.
Waiting.
Listening.
