永生賦格

鐘聲緩緩響起,從時間深處滲出。喀啦——門開,鎖落下,進入一段不屬於活人的樂章。
視線越過雲層意識被拉長,從海平面升起,光在水色之上顫抖。映入眼簾的是大自然生態:蟲鳴鳥叫此起彼落,交織成一段低迴的格。生命在此彼此模 仿、回應、延續、逃離,在彼此追逐,短暫卻炙熱。繼續前行,聲音逐漸退去,玻璃櫃內,獸的瞳孔永遠停留在驚覺的瞬間,昆蟲的翅被撐開,如同未完成的祈禱。
它們被細緻地保存,蝶翼凝住未竟的振動,時間被細心合。它們不再腐朽,卻也不再呼吸。沒有腐敗,沒有衰老,卻也失去了溫度。這裡的永恆,安靜 得令人心痛。當生命無法繼續向前,只能被固定下來,成為被觀看、被記住的形狀。永生不是存活,而是一次次被凝視、被感知、被重新賦予意義。死亡 不再是終止,而是另一段旋律的開始,低聲反覆,直到有人願意傾聽。

Immortality

The bell tolls slowly, seeping from the depths of time. Clack-a door opens, a lock falls, entering a passage not meant for the living. Vision passes through clouds as awareness stretches, rising from the sea. Light trembles on the water. Nature appears: insects hum and birds call, weaving a low fuque.
Life imitates, responds, continues, and escapes-chasing one another, brief yet intense.
Moving on, sound fades. Behind glass, beasts' eyes remain fixed in startled moments; insect wings spread like unfinished prayers. Carefully preserved, butterfly wings hold frozen motion, time stitched still. They do not decay, yet do not breathe. No rot, no aging-yet no warmth. This quiet eternity aches.
When life can no longer move forward, it is fixed into a form to be seen and remembered. Immortality is not survival, but being seen, perceived, and given meaning again and again. Death is no longer an end, but the beginning of another melody, softly repeating until someone listens.