
孤独なエルのプリト
孤独なエルのプリト 愛媛の空は、いつもと変わらず青かった。しかし、エルビスの胸には、鉛のような重さが沈んでいた。広大な石灰岩の洞窟に響くのは、自分の荒い息遣いだけ。かつて、仲間たちの熱狂的な歓声に包まれた日々が、遠い蜃気楼のように霞んで見える。 「契約違反…」 cave paintings were his stage, the rhythmic beating of animal skins his music. He was an idol, a shaman of the tribe, his voice capable of soothing the wildest beasts and inspiring the most timid hunter. But his gift, his very essence, became a gilded cage. The tribe demanded perfection, a constant stream of primal chants and ecstatic dances. Yet, beneath the painted facade, El was a boy who yearned for quiet.“His greatest song was one he never sang,” Elder Maeve had whispered to him once, “the song of his own heart.” ...








