As he walked forward, the excitement of the townsfolk echoed around him. Endless mutterings and cheers of welcome surrounded him as he moved alongside the flashing guiding lights in the center of the road.
"Look, the gates have been opened again!" a young boy shouted excitedly to his grandmother.
"Last time was a month ago..." muttered a pottery merchant to a customer standing beside his pop-up stall.
"A newcomer to the city?" others whispered. "Who is it this time? Another caravan?" Anxious faces peeked out from the clean windows of the gleaming white apartments above street level.
彼が前に進むと、町民たちの興奮が周囲に響き渡った。道路の中央で点滅する誘導灯に沿って進む彼の周りには、途切れることのないささやき声と歓迎の歓声がこだました。
「見て！ また門が開いたよ！」と、少年が祖母に向かって興奮気味に叫んだ。
「前回は1か月前だったな...」と、陶器商人が自分のポップアップ屋台の横に立つ客に向かってつぶやいた。
「新しい移住者か？」他の人々がささやいた。「今度は誰だ？ またキャラバンか？」 不安げな表情が、通りの上に並ぶピカピカの白いアパートのきれいな窓から次々と覗いていた。
"No, look! It's just one person!" a young girl exclaimed, pointing.
The bustling crowd murmured again, their excitement slowly fading. Frowns rippled through the throng.
Odin glanced left and right, taking in the various faces of Solara Enclave's residents.
Beneath the sunlight-reflecting domes and the shiny white buildings, many of the merchants and buyers in the commercial zones wore awkward, forced expressions. It was as if everyone was putting on a polite smile, greeting each other in an almost theatrical manner, whether it was merchant to customer or neighbour to neighbour.
「いや、見て！ たった一人よ！」と少女が指さしながら叫んだ。
賑わっていた群衆は再びざわめき、興奮は徐々に冷めていった。群衆の間にしかめ面が広がっていく。
オーディンは左右を見渡し、ソララ・エンクレイヴの住人たちのさまざまな表情を観察した。
太陽の光を反射するドームと輝く白い建物の下では、多くの商人や買い手たちが、ぎこちなく、無理やりな笑顔を浮かべていた。まるで誰もが芝居をしているかのように、商人と客、あるいは隣人同士が過剰に礼儀正しく挨拶を交わしているように見えた。
Odin continued walking through the bustling streets, a growing sense of unease creeping into his mind. He glanced at the faces around him, trying to engage with the townsfolk, but every time he met a gaze, it quickly turned away. They seemed to exchange wary glances, avoiding conversation with an outsider like him, even one labelled a documented refugee.
"Excuse me," he ventured, approaching a merchant displaying colorful wares. "Can you tell me about the—"
オーディンは、心に不安が徐々に忍び寄る中、賑わう通りを歩き続けた。周囲の人々の顔を見ながら町民と話そうとしたが、視線が合うたびにすぐにそらされてしまう。人々はお互いに警戒するような視線を送り、たとえ難民登録された者であっても、彼のような部外者との会話を避けているようだった。
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Terminal of the Lost/ 忘れられた世界のターミナル
Science FictionThis work is to practice my Japanese: In a desolate desert world, humanity survives through mechanical parts and isolated colonies known as "Oases." As mercenaries fight to protect valuable resources, a boy awakens with no memory. His only guides ar...
