Soul Domain: Silent Interchange #6

魂域にて、仮面は語る 静けさの山に　光る人型 少女のまぶたが　宇宙の門をひらく 言葉なき交信は　夜風に溶け 脈打つ心は　誰のものでもない — 二つの顔　向かい合い 記憶の根が　脳裏で絡まる 思考と魂　どちらが先に死ぬ？ テレパシーは剣となり　防壁を穿つ ⸻ 脳の影にて ふたつの輪郭 互いに向き合うが　 どこにも眼はない 思考は沈み 言葉なき合意が　静かに芽を出す 触れないことで　結ばれる魂たち それは戦いか それとも——祈りか ⸻ 鳥居の先に　燃える木は 神の沈黙を　灯火に変える 並ぶ二つの兜に　戦の影 そしてただ　通り過ぎる風 — 車は沈黙の夜道を滑り 無言のドライバーが　魂を運ぶ どこへ？　なぜ？　問う声は もう誰の耳にも届かない — 仮面の男は名を持たず 知識と沈黙の交差点に立つ 正義か悪か　そんなものは 構文の上では定義されない — 最後の画面に　少年が立つ 虚無と闇と　名もなき光のあいだに 「魂は人型か？」という問いだけが 霧のように　彼の足元に満ちていた In the Domain of Souls, the Mask Speaks In the mountain of silence — a glowing figure. A girl’s eyelids open the gates of the universe. Wordless communion melts into the night wind. The beating heart — belongs to no one. — Two faces, facing each other. Roots of memory entangle within the brain. Which dies first — thought, or soul? Telepathy becomes a blade, piercing the wall. ⸻ In the brain’s shadow, Two outlines, facing one another, yet neither has eyes. Thought sinks, and wordless consent quietly sprouts. Souls bound by non-touch — Is it a battle, or perhaps… a prayer? ⸻ Beyond the torii, a burning tree. The silence of god turns into flame. Two helmets stand side by side — shadows of war. And only the wind passes by. — A car glides through the silent night road. The wordless driver carries souls. Where to? Why? No voice reaches any ears now. — The masked man has no name. He stands at the crossroads of silence and knowledge. Justice? Evil? Such things — undefined by structure. — On the final screen, a boy stands. Between void, darkness, and a nameless light. Only one question, “Is the soul shaped like a human?” drifts like mist at his feet.