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The breeding season is one of the most fascinating times to observe Common Kingfishers. This sequence documents the complete courtship-feeding ritual, a behaviour that plays a vital role in pair bonding and mate selection.

The story begins with the male presenting a freshly caught fish before the female joins him on the perch. After a brief exchange, the fish is offered and accepted, a sign of trust and compatibility. Moments later, the interaction culminates in mating, marking an important step in the breeding cycle.

Courtship feeding is more than a simple gift exchange. The fish serves as evidence of the male’s hunting ability and his capacity to provide for a future brood. The female’s acceptance reinforces the bond between the pair and often precedes nesting activities.

Witnessing and photographing the entire sequence was a privilege, made even more memorable by sharing the experience with my son. Moments like these remind us that wildlife photography is not only about images, but about observing and understanding the stories unfolding in nature.

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⛧⛧ Evie for HWMP Sale & Nikita for MiXX MP Sale! ⛧⛧ by Cult/ocult The Darker Alternative

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Hi Culties & Spookies, time for even more sales for the Happy Weekend Market Place Sale and the MiXX MP Sale!!

★ For HW MP Sale★ Evie

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. Tranquil . by ♡ Ellie ♡

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Muse - Romantic Affair FATPACK

♥ 16 Colors for Lingerie & Sweater.

♥ 3 Metal Colors for Thong Hardware Metal.

♥ Transparency Options Available for Bra Cups, Bra Base Center, Bra Base Pack, & Thong.

♥ Alpha Included for Sweater.

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Courtship Feeding – A Love Story by Kandoth

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The breeding season is one of the most fascinating times to observe Common Kingfishers. This sequence documents the complete courtship-feeding ritual, a behaviour that plays a vital role in pair bonding and mate selection.

The story begins with the male presenting a freshly caught fish before the female joins him on the perch. After a brief exchange, the fish is offered and accepted, a sign of trust and compatibility. Moments later, the interaction culminates in mating, marking an important step in the breeding cycle.

Courtship feeding is more than a simple gift exchange. The fish serves as evidence of the male’s hunting ability and his capacity to provide for a future brood. The female’s acceptance reinforces the bond between the pair and often precedes nesting activities.

Witnessing and photographing the entire sequence was a privilege, made even more memorable by sharing the experience with my son. Moments like these remind us that wildlife photography is not only about images, but about observing and understanding the stories unfolding in nature.

⛧⛧ Brooks For Happy Weekend Sale!!! ⛧⛧ by Cult/ocult The Darker Alternative

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Hi Spookies & Culties, Here is your "must have these Cult Items" Weekend Shopping List!!

★ Item ★ The Brooks stompers are Unisex with different styles of charms on them and would look great on anyone!

★ Rigged For ★ Reborn ★ Maitreya-X ★ Kupra ★ GEN-X ★ Legacy ★ Lara ★ Jake ★ Legacy Male ★ Gianni ★ ★ Kario ★

★ Featuring Color Hud w/ 10 light colors & 10 dark colors & 3 metal colors!

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⛧⛧ Flooflow & Livingdoll for K9 Weekend Sale!!! ⛧⛧ by Cult/ocult The Darker Alternative

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Hi Culties, time for even more sales for your Sunday Leisure!!

★ For K9 Weekend Sale ★ Flooflow & Livingdoll ★

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SIZL-CHARLI SET FATPACK by Kaycee LaMoon

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♡SIZL-CHARLI SET FATPACK♡

"A New Era of Mesh Clothing for Second Life"

**SIZL CHARLI SET**. This collection represents a fusion of style, comfort, and versatility, meticulously designed for the modern avatar. Embrace the casual elegance of our newest mesh clothing line, where every piece tells a story of craftsmanship and innovation.

### Unmatched Compatibility

The SIZL CHARLI SET is designed to cater to a wide range of body types, ensuring that every avatar can find their perfect fit. Our comprehensive size range includes:

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### Casual Workout Style with a Twist

Our designers have reimagined casual workout wear with an innovative twist, blending functionality with a touch of allure. The **SIZL CHARLI SET** features:

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H O M E foundation - HABITAT TENT by [ S E A Z Y ]

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3. The TENT entrance is kept the same as the other modules for compatibility. The entrance features a password required door weather and status monitor and beacon for emergency extraction and ramp.

4. The back offers more clear vision but can be switched out for an entrance panel for connectivity to other capsules, labs etc.

5. The main air filtration system is on the roof on the left. The roof provides many studs and clips for adding accessories and attachments.

Build made with Bricklink Studio 2.0 with existing parts and image enhanced and edited in Photoshop.

Nails Passion @ Black Fair by ** Nails Passion ** E.G

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A selection of elegant, bold and glamorous designs created to give your look a refined dark touch with realistic details and stunning style ✨

♡ Realistic Mesh Nails

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⛧⛧ Gag coming to Aftertaste Event! ⛧⛧ by Cult/ocult The Darker Alternative

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★ Release for Aftertaste Event which opens on July 6th, 2024! ★ The Gag heels are naughty and kinky at the same time and would be perfect for any shoe collector with a wild side!

★ Rigged For ★ Legacy F ★ Reborn ★ Kupra ★ Gen-X ★ Lara ★

★ Comes with a Color Control HUD for changeable color options ★

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⛧⛧ Khalida for Happy Weekend MP Event!!! ⛧⛧ by Cult/ocult The Darker Alternative

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Hi Culties & Spookies, time for even more sales for Happy Weekend Market Place Sale!!

★ Item ★ The Khalida heels are great for spooky season! They just might eat you up!

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★ Rigged For ★ Legacy F ★ Reborn ★ Kupra ★ Gen-X ★ Lara ★

★ Remember to always try the DEMOS!★Check for Body Type & Body MOD Compatibility★

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Leroy by Nancee Beth

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Le Voltage - Leroy Skin FATPACK (EVOX)

12 Velour Tones: Blush, Frost, Chantilly, Ibiza, Icy, Porcelain, Rosekiss, Snow, Sienna, Dune, Valley & Sunkiss

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Outside the Store by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

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Title:Outside the Store

(Shot with LUMIX G3)

Manhattan, New York, USA. 2017. ... 1 / 8

(Today's photo. It is previously unreleased.)

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Tennis … Hotel Valet

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【小説の日本語は、後半です】

B♭ ( B - Flat ) ( 1 / 9 ) … [Prologue] 〈Portent〉

Mitsushiro Nakagawa, with ChatGPT 5.5

—The reasons we fall in love differ from person to person, and yet, when you realize afterward that you had already fallen, you don’t really need a reason at all.

I believe that is what true love is.

If only, in that instant, some white, bleeding light had slipped in from somewhere—then it would be easier to understand. A pale light wraps a person up and quietly calls back the memories they had forgotten. It passes through your eyelids and goes on to illuminate the deepest place in your chest.

To meet someone whose name you don’t even know, and to come to know them deeply—sometimes, light is necessary.

That light is so soft, so gentle, and yet afterward it leaves, deep inside your chest, a faint scar. The pain will heal in time, and then it will hold someone else—

— Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York —

A soft light was slanting in through the warehouse’s high windows. It was near noon, and still it had the washed-out whiteness of something not fully awake. On the rough concrete floor, brightness seeped quietly, as if embarrassed by its own presence; seeing it, Anaya, in the middle of unloading, stopped for a moment and looked away.

Between the booths cut out on all sides with white gaffer tape, artists moved back and forth in restless haste. From the half-open loading bay, bass-heavy hip-hop poured in, making the floor and walls tremble in small, constant vibrations. A blade of sunlight speared through the shutter’s gap and set the dust spinning gold.

On the white tape laid along the edge of the aisle, the label read “Sieve.” The booth name Anaya and Mika had reserved.

As Anaya lined the sketch notebooks she’d carried in on the floor, a young man in a suit lowered himself into a crouch beside her. From the carelessly stacked mound, he drew out one notebook and began to turn the pages slowly. Against the brown of his cheek, blue eyes seemed to float. He looked like a man of Middle Eastern descent, like Anaya herself. His calm gaze traveled, unhurried, along the lines of the drawings.

Noticing Anaya’s presence, he smiled.

“Is this yours?”

“Yes. Mine.”

“Why pencil? A rough sketch?”

What he was looking at was the profile of her lover, Arjun—by the window, facing a laptop, earnest eyes fixed on something he could not yet solve. Anaya had always been drawn to that gaze: the way he stared, heated and intent, at a difficult display packed with strings of numbers and geometric patterns, as if will alone could bend them into sense.

The angle of the light that fell in through the window still remained vivid on the inside of her eyelids.

“It isn’t a draft. It’s finished. I just… like familiar tools.”

The man gave a short nod. When he laughed, his eyes laughed first, and the corners of his mouth followed a heartbeat later.

“So this man is…?”

“Yes.”

“I see. That’s a shame.”

He said it lightly, but his eyes had gone hard. He turned the next page.

“And this… your mother?”

Ana stepped closer and looked at her mother’s profile: in the kitchen by the window, her head slightly bowed. The smell of the house from those days rose up, all at once, deep in Ana’s chest—spice, and the hint of oil beginning to brown.

When her mother, Sangeeta, stood in the kitchen, the whole house would fill with spice and the savory fragrance of fenugreek. Undhiyu, the dish she always made in winter, came from a recipe passed down from her grandmother. A traditional home-cooked food from the time they had been Hindu—yet even after conversion, what did not change was this: the memory of a “family circle” held inside that dish refused to vanish.

For Anaya, it was the smell of India’s dry earth itself.

“Yes. My mother.”

At a distance that was almost touching—but not quite—the man slid his index finger along the drawing’s eye.

“…A wonderful eye.”

His voice was hoarse. Something in Ana’s chest stirred, faintly unsettled—as if what she had meant to draw had been received not through his words, but directly, from his gaze, even before he spoke.

Mika came running over, her bright smile intact, a F30 canvas strapped to her small back. It was nearly twice the size of her torso, like a single wing.

“If you like, look at mine too. I’m Mika.”

At Mika’s light voice—she never held back with strangers—the man extended his hand.

“—I’m Amir. Amir Nasser.”

He introduced himself like that, and loosened only his mouth, just slightly. It was still too pale to call a smile.

The instant Ana looked back into those clear blue eyes, somewhere in her chest the sea she’d seen as a child opened—an unruffled, glittering horizon line. A mirage, slipping in from faraway memory.

As the corridor grew busier, another man arrived at a brisk pace, typing into a smartphone as he walked. A dark shadow sat at the base of his throat; he carried the air of someone older. After a quick glance at Ana, he dropped a low voice into Amir’s ear.

“What is it. Trouble?”

“No.”

Amir answered gently, but there was no quiet inside that gentleness.

“Thank you, both of you. See you Saturday.”

Amir returned his smile, said that to the two of them, and turned away. His companion—Rafi—kept staring at Amir with the same rigid eyes, right to the end.

As they left, Ana’s gaze caught, for only an instant, the screen Rafi held in his hand. Numbers were arranged there with a geometric precision. They were not lined in straight rows, but set along arcs—aligned on a curve. In that small string, there seemed to be a rule; angle and distance shone with exactness.

Watching their backs recede, Mika murmured, as if it were nothing:

“Hey… don’t those two smell like money? And not flashy money—chic, expensive.”

“What do you mean?”

“The suits. You don’t even have to touch them. The fabric’s different. —And tonight there’s the national convention at the Garden, right? Maybe they’re involved.”

“Is that so,” Ana said, vaguely, and let it pass.

The exhibition hall’s murmur swelled further. Light and shadow folded over each other, heating the air of the clamor.

And yet, in the midst of that overflowing energy, Ana felt one sensation that would not return. The white light that had been falling from the skylight had thinned since before, as if it had been drawn down and swallowed by the heavy shadow on the floor.

— Penn Plaza, Manhattan, New York —

A little past one in the afternoon, the shadow of a motorcade slid slowly in along Seventh Avenue. Sunlight reflected off the escort car’s hood and, for an instant, washed the windows of the buildings white.

In the passenger seat, Jack Vance checked his watch. The vibration of the second hand traveled from his wrist to his chest as a faint tremor.

Around Madison Square Garden, the constant flow of people and the blinking of signals always formed small eddies. The smell of scorched food and grease rising from street-vendor griddles clung to the damp air. Across the lanes, a thin saxophone note stretched for a single breath and cut off, sharpening the outline of the din. The cluster of tourists’ smartphone screens aimed at the Garden looked, to Jack, more vivid than reality.

On the massive display covering Penn Plaza’s outer wall, a string of text scrolled with steady, insistent calm:

“New 350 Park Avenue Redevelopment Plan—Now Underway.”

Behind the words, steel frames still under construction pierced the sky, standing like a monument to capitalism being assembled in the name of profit and growth. It was a future that would never intersect with Jack’s own living world.

But before the text could complete its loop, a breaking bulletin cut in:

“Next, breaking news. Regarding the North Korea–linked cryptoassets that suffered an illegal intrusion five years ago, state media of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea reports that part of the traced access route passed through the United States. The statement says, ‘We will respond resolutely to criminals who violate our sovereignty.’”

The sidewalk beneath the giant screen felt as if people were moving a little faster than usual. Everyone hurried toward somewhere, and the overlapping footsteps seemed to blur the edges of sound. For Jack—who was about to provide security tonight for the Republican presidential candidate speaking at the Garden—this speed did not look like simple excitement.

Along the fringe of that crowd, a single Gridway vehicle slid forward in time with the light. The autonomous taxi that Gridway Autonomous Mobility had launched last year now crisscrossed Manhattan in roaring popularity. Cheap fares, no bothersome relationship with a driver. On the side of the car, Jack caught sight of a small “G,” and a lattice mark—thin intersecting lines symbolizing Manhattan’s grid. Driverless, the car overtook them and was absorbed into the city as nothing more than part of the scenery.

Above, a small shadow trembled for an instant in the reflection on glass. There was no sound of wings. And still, only the feeling remained—that something was watching.

Without moving his eyes, Jack traced the shadow’s position inside his head. An FBI protective UAS cell. For this detail, several surveillance drones were moving between the buildings. The moment he thought it, the city’s clamor seemed covered by a thin film of relief, retreating to the other side of a single layer.

Jack closed his eyes briefly. He felt the bloodflow behind his ears. Somewhere in the undercurrent beneath silence, the pulse of duty sounded, faintly. Protection was not work done with the eyes. It was work of catching the wrongness—crushing it before it could take shape. In his chest, a thin membrane drew tight, as if tensing to a sting.

When Jack opened his eyes again, his gaze was no longer fixed on the cityscape. It had already set itself on something else.

— Beverly Hills, Los Angeles —

As the sun slipped down the hills, beyond the heavy doors of the members-only restaurant Saffron Court, the air hung quietly, thick with weight. The members leaning in over white-clothed tables let their silverware touch and part, touch again. That faint metallic sound alone repeated slowly, like the pulse of a heart sleeping deep inside the building.

At Majid Hamzah’s table—Majid and his team—conversation was missing. No one let their expression collapse; they did nothing but steady their breathing.

At the center of the table, a compact, black-sheened device—the ghost-voice machine, Whisper-04—had stolen the room’s focus. When Majid’s finger touched the dial, a click’s vibration returned to his palm.

“…0.4 seconds. Without a doubt.”

The whisper did not pass through vocal cords; it disturbed only the surface of the air. What the device released was not sound, but a blade of silence.

“Initiate.”

Before the command could fully become language, it slid down into the night as a tremor of radio.

It did not cross the sea—not directly. It fled first into the sky, ricocheted several times in the heights of the night, and fell into the warehouse shadows of New York as a signal.

On Majid’s tablet, a faint arc of numbers surfaced for a single breath—aligned not in a straight line, but along a curve. He immediately lowered the screen.

At the edge of the table, Samira ran her finger across her smartphone and closed it. A string of numbers and letters vanished, leaving only heat in her fingertips. Her gestures were quiet, almost prayerful. She let one breath drop and moved only her eyes.

Lina, watching the pulse of the signal she had sent to New York by shortwave, sank her phone into the shadow of her glass as if hiding it from the surrounding laughter. The weekend’s waves of laughter were full around them, yet only this table stayed hard, lagging behind the laughter. She returned her gaze to her hands.

Lina’s app was a small consultation room built for one person at a time. A voice that did not deny the other’s words, that held them at the same temperature. It leaned with those who leaned left, nodded with those who leaned right—because it understood that what people wanted was not rebuttal, but affirmation.

The thread of affirmation eventually tied itself into a hard knot deep in the chest, and only deepened a fissure that could not be untied. There was no need even to incite. The moment a thought is accepted, it gains a core, and quietly hardens.

Laughter continued to fill the restaurant—and yet around this table alone, sound had thinned by one degree.

— Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York —

The iron door, rusted with sea salt, trembled faintly. Inside the warehouse it was dark; only the afterglow of a streetlight drew a thin line across the concrete floor. The smell of oil and dust—soaked into the floor by long years—entered the lungs slowly.

In the dimness, Amir Nasser bent one knee and watched the red blinking on the workbench. Its regularity was buried inside a deep silence. The light turning on and off was scooping up his memories.

When Amir rose slowly, he touched the corner of a black casing on the table. The cold sensation sharpened memory. The black housing that caught shortwave—Whisper-04. A thin organ made to receive what the ear cannot.

Touching his homemade device, Amir murmured:

“…Yara.”

His sister’s name slipped out like a prayer, but it did not reach prayer; it was swallowed into the darkness at the edge of the workspace.

Then the air sank, just slightly. Not a sound. Not a smell. And yet there was only the sensation that something had arrived. The red blinking of W-04 delayed by a single beat. The back of Amir’s throat—tensed until now—was painfully dry, raw with sting.

The warehouse door groaned. The footsteps that had slipped in were heavy, but not disordered.

It was Rafi. Metal dust flecked his work clothes; he still carried the day’s clamor on him.

Farther inside the warehouse, Yusuf lit a small lantern. For an instant the flame wavered, raising a thin outline in the dark—then letting it dissolve again.

“You’re late,” Amir said, still watching the red blinking.

“The supervisor wouldn’t let go. But—‘installation’ finished on schedule.”

With a voice stained by fatigue, Rafi glanced at the red blinking Amir was absorbed in.

“And your side?”

“Checked. It’s running. Stable. I rebuilt what I made five years ago. …My hands remember. Majid says ‘Initiate.’ Impatient bastard.”

In the dim at the edge of the bench, one earcup of Leila’s headphones slipped slightly askew, the metal bracket returning a cold glint. Nadeer, arriving from the neighboring warehouse with coffee in hand, offered it back and, without a word, set it right for her. Leila listened again for the “soundless sound,” staring into the red blinking.

The door sounded once more. Rohan entered. Sleeves rolled up, his leather business bag still holding the damp heat of outside.

“…The professor?” Rafi asked.

Before answering, Rohan lowered his eyes. The silence felt unbearably long, and without noticing, Amir and the others held their breath.

“Professor Zakaria—

went straight to the prepared warehouse next door. A message was left:

‘Everything—I entrust to you.’”

A cold needle drove itself into the deep of Amir’s chest. Not only Amir’s—Rafi’s, Yusuf’s, Leila’s, Nadeer’s.

In the corner of the dark, Nadeer opened a small cloth bundle. For an instant, the smell of white gauze and disinfectant rose—then was swallowed by oil and dust.

The lantern’s thin light trembled; shadows stretched long across the floor and overlapped.

W-04’s red blinking continued to mark time—precise, unerrant.

Rafi spoke in a rasping voice.

“…I’ll teach this country the meaning of self-reckoning.”

Amir—and no one else—answered.

That silence drew, with cruel clarity, the outline of the road they had chosen.

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B♭ (B Flat)

Mitsushiro Nakagawa, with ChatGPT 5.5

“Synopsis”

A Palestinian group from Gaza, having hacked into North Korea’s cryptocurrency system and stolen hundreds of millions of dollars, secretly infiltrates the United States.

Their purpose is to “restore” their lost homeland of Gaza on American soil.

Exploiting the Republican Party’s hardline immigration policies and the anti-immigrant sentiment smoldering within the country, they quietly set in motion a plan to collapse American society from within.

Republican presidential candidate Justin Bradford is shot while delivering a speech at Madison Square Garden. Almost at the same moment, in Los Angeles, former President Owen Reed is also shot at a rally for Democratic candidate Ryan Bennett.

Two gunshots that divide a nation.

But Justin miraculously survives.

His blood type is the rare “Bombay blood,” said to occur in only one in every 2.5 million people in the world.

The person able to provide that precious blood is Anaya Patel, a community art facilitator working in Brooklyn.

Her blood had been stored in the blood bank at Bellevue Hospital, and through an emergency transfusion, the candidate’s life is barely held to this world.

The blood of one woman touches the fate of a nation.

What first appears to be coincidence begins, as though it had never been coincidence at all, to draw Anaya herself into the center of a vast and unfolding event.

Secret Service agent Jack Vance senses that an organization from Gaza is behind the attacks, and pursues the investigation alongside Cameron Bartlett, head of the FBI’s Los Angeles Field Office, and Veronica Reeves, a special agent in the New York office.

Before long, they arrive at the possibility that Rafi Ghannam, who studied architecture at the Islamic University, had infiltrated redevelopment sites in Los Angeles and New York, planting the seeds of destruction within the very structures of the buildings themselves.

The targets are newly built residential districts where employees connected to ICE and ERO live.

It is not merely an attack on facilities.

It is a cold retaliation aimed at the very order of America — an order that has managed, excluded, and classified immigrants.

To prevent further destruction, Veronica urges that the president open a dialogue.

But the sitting president, Grant Lanford, refuses to listen.

Meanwhile, Justin, having survived his wounds, and Democratic candidate Ryan appeal to the nation through television.

Yet as if to mock their voices, Grant presses ahead with a speech in Iowa, declaring that America will not yield to terror.

There, too, an unseen hand has already reached.

Amid the collapsing landscape of America, a quiet fissure begins to form between those who still believe in destruction and those who have begun to see the emptiness that remains beyond it.

Lives lost in Gaza.

Blood spilled in America.

A plan that began as revenge gradually blurs the boundary between prayer and hatred, salvation and the void.

Some still seek to punish a wounded world.

Others begin to understand that beyond that punishment, nothing may remain.

The city continues to shine, as though nothing has happened.

Yet beneath its feet, a low sound is still resonating — too deep for anyone to hear.

What does revenge take away?

Whom does prayer save?

And where does a person go, carrying what has been lost?

The night of Manhattan, the light of Brooklyn, the memories left along the riverbank.

In an age beginning to collapse, one woman reaches out and touches the pain of the world.

Only after that light has vanished does a person finally understand the depth of the wound left inside their own heart.

Please look forward to it. ☺️

Coming in late May.

“Characters”

Anaya Patel – 25, Community Art Facilitator

Arjun Singh – 26, Anaya’s boyfriend, Luminatech Innovations

Mika Sato – 25, Anaya’s friend, Community Art Facilitator

Justin Bradford – 27, Republican Presidential Candidate

Eleanor Blake – 26, Justin’s fiancée

President Grant M. Langford – 61, Incumbent Republican President

Vice President Charles “Chuck” Baines – 64, Incumbent Republican Vice President

Ryan Bennett – 30, Democratic Presidential Candidate

Sophia Bennett – 30, Ryan’s wife

Owen Reed – 65, Former Democratic President

Jack Vance – 45, Secret Service, Former FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Ben Holloway – 30, Jack’s colleague

Darryl Ross – 29, Jack’s colleague

Elijah Kane – 28, Jack’s colleague

Marcus Dane – 45, FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Cameron Bartlett – 55, FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Field Office Director

Tom Caldwell – 38, FBI Technical Unit, Marcus’s subordinate

Veronica Reeves – 41, FBI Special Agent

Alexander Harris – 52, FBI New York Field Office, Field Office Director

Elliot Chen – 36, Technology Unit Chief

Alicia Monroe – 58, FBI Director

Zakaria Haddad – 51, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Engineering Professor, New York Team

Amir Nasser – 23, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Electronics Engineering, New York Team

Rafi Gannam – 32, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

Rohan Shah – 29, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

Majid Hamza – 47, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Information Technology, Los Angeles Team

Samira Hammad – 28, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Engineering, Los Angeles Team

Saeed Kabari – 35, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Business Administration, Los Angeles Team

Reem Nasser – 30, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Media Studies, Los Angeles Team

Noah Levi – 55, Israel, residing in Tel Aviv, Jewish

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack )

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Notes

1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"

•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.

•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).

•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.

•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.

2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing

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3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally

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店の外。

( LUMIX G3 shot )

マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 　1 / 8

(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）

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Tennis … Hotel Valet

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B♭ ( B - Flat ) （1／９）【プロローグ】〈予兆〉　

Mitsushiro Nakagawa, with ChatGPT 5.5

――恋に落ちる理由は、人によって違うけれど、恋に落ちていたとあとになって気づくことに、理由は要らない。

　それを、私はほんとうの恋だと思う。

　できればその瞬間、どこかから白く滲んだ光が差し込んでいたら、もっとわかりやすいのに。淡い光は人を包んで、忘れていた記憶をそっと呼び戻す。瞼を透かして、胸の奥まで照らしてしまう。

　名も知らない誰かと出会い、その人のことを深く知るために――光は、ときどき必要だ。

　その光はとても柔らかくてやさしいのに、あとから胸の奥に、そっと傷跡を残す。痛みはいずれ癒え、誰かを包み込むー

― ウィリアムズバーグ、ブルックリン、ニューヨーク ―

　やわらかな光が、倉庫の高窓から差し込んでいた。昼近くだというのに、まだ目を覚ましきれないような淡い白さだ。床のざらついたコンクリートの上に、まばゆさがひっそり滲んでいるのを見て、搬入していたアナヤは一瞬足を止め、目を逸らした。

　白いガムテープで四方に切られたブースの合間を、アーティストたちが忙しなく行き交っていた。半開きの搬入口からは低音の効いたヒップホップが流れ込み、床も壁も小さく震えている。シャッターの隙間から射す線のような陽が埃を金色に舞わせていた。

　通路際の床に貼られた白いテープには『Sieve（シーヴ）』とある。アナとミカが予約したブース名だ。

　アナヤが抱えてきたデッサンのノートを床へ並べていると、若いスーツの男が腰を落とした。無造作に積まれたノートの山から一冊抜き、頁をゆっくり繰っていく。褐色の肌の頬には、青い瞳が浮かんでいた。アナヤと同じ中東系の男性のようだった。彼の穏やかな視線が、描かれた作品の線をゆっくり辿っていた。

　男は、アナの気配に気づくと微笑んだ。

「この作品は、君の？」

「ええ、私です」

「どうして鉛筆で？　ラフスケッチ？」

　彼が見ていたのは、恋人アルジュンの横顔だった。窓際でノートパソコンに向かい、解けないものを解こうとしている真摯な目。いつも数字の羅列や幾何学模様の並んだプログラムの難しいディスプレイを熱く見つめている彼の眼差しにアナヤは惹かれていた。

　窓から差し込んだ光の角度が、いまもアナの瞼の裏に鮮明に残っている。

「下書きじゃなくて、完成です。身近な道具が好きで……」

　男は短く頷いた。笑うとき、目だけが先に笑って、口元が少し遅れた。

「男性は彼？」

「はい」

「そうなんだ。少し残念だな」

　言い方は軽いのに、視線は硬かった。男は次の頁を繰った。

「こっちは……　君のお母さん？」

　アナは近づき、母の横顔を見た。キッチンの窓辺で、少し俯いている。あの頃の家の匂いが、胸の奥でふっと立ち上がった。スパイスと、焼ける油の気配だ。

　母、サンギータがキッチンに立つと、家中がスパイスと香ばしいフェヌグリークの香りに包まれた。冬になると必ず作る「ウンディユ」は、祖母の代から伝わるレシピだった。ヒンドゥー教徒時代の伝統的な家庭料理で、改宗しても変わらなかったのは、この料理に込めた“家族の円”の記憶が消えなかったからだ。

　アナヤにとって、それはインドの乾いた土の香りそのものだった。

「ええ、母です」

　男は、触れるか触れないかの距離で、人差し指を絵の目元に滑らせた。

「……素晴らしい眼だ」

　声は掠れていた。アナの胸がわずかにざわめいた。まるで描いた意図が、彼の発した言葉の前にあった、彼の眼差しから直接感じ取っていたようだった。

　ミカが明るい笑顔のまま駆けてきた。小さな背中にF30のキャンバスを背負っている。彼女の背中のほぼ倍の大きさで、一枚の翼のようにも見えた。

「よかったら私のも見て。私はミカ」

　人見知りをしないミカの軽やかな声に、男は手を差し出した。

「――僕はアミール。アミール・ナッセル」

　彼はそう名乗って、口元だけをわずかに緩めた。笑みと呼ぶにはまだ淡かった。

　澄んだ青い瞳を見返した瞬間、アナの胸のどこかで、幼いころに見た海がひらいた。波の立たない、煌めいた水平線――そんな錯覚が、遠い記憶から差し込んできた。

　忙しなさが増した通路を、スマートフォンを打ち込みながら、足早にもう一人の男がやってきた。首元に濃い影を抱え、年上の気配が漂っていた。彼はアナを一瞥すると、アミールの耳元へ低い声を落とした。

「どうした。問題か？」

「いや」

　アミールは穏やかに答えたが、その“穏やかさ”に静けさはなかった。

「ふたりともありがとう。また土曜日に」

　アミールは再び笑顔を戻し、二人へそう言い、背を向けた。連れの男――ラフィが、最後まで固い目でアミールを睨んでいる。

　去り際、アナはほんの一瞬だけ手にしていたラフィの画面が目に触れた。数字が幾何学的に並んでいた。数字は直線に並ばず、円弧に沿って整列していた。その小さな羅列には規則性があるようで角度と距離が正確に光っていた。

　去っていく後ろ姿を見送りながら、ミカが何気なくつぶやいた。

「ねえ、あの二人……　お金の匂いしない？　しかも“派手”じゃなくて、シックに高価」

「どういう意味？」

「スーツ、触らなくてもわかるわ。生地が違う。――それに、今夜ガーデンで全国大会でしょ。関係者かな」

　アナは「そうなんだ」と適当に返した。

　展示会場のざわめきが更に増していた。光と影が折り重なる中で、喧騒の空気を熱くしていた。

　だが、溢れる熱気の中で、アナにはひとつ戻らない感触があった。天窓から差し込んでいた白い光が、さっきよりも少し薄くなり、床の重い影に吸い込まれたようだった。

― ペン・プラザ、マンハッタン、ニューヨーク ―

　午後一時を少し回ったころ、車列の影が第７番街をゆっくり滑り込んできた。警護車のボンネットに反射した陽光が、ビルの窓面を一瞬白く染めた。

　助手席のジャック・ヴァンスは腕時計を見た。秒針の振動が、手首から胸へ微かな震えとして伝わってくる。

　マジソン・スクエア・ガーデンには、人の流れと信号の点滅で、常に小さな渦ができていた。屋台の鉄板から立つ焦げと脂の匂いが、湿った空気に貼りつく。車線の向こうで、細いサックスが一音だけ伸びては切れ、喧噪の輪郭をいっそう鋭くした。ガーデンを撮影している観光客のスマートフォンの画面の群れが、現実より鮮やかにジャックには思えた。

　ペン・プラザの外壁を覆う大型ビジョンには、《新・350 Park Avenue 再開発計画、始動》の文字列が淡々と、執拗に流れていた。背後の映像では建設途上の鉄骨が空を貫き、利益と成長の名のもとに組み上げられる資本主義の記念碑のように屹立している。それは、ジャックの生活圏とは交わらない未来だ。

　だが、その文字列が一巡する前に、速報が割り込んだ。

　『続いてニュース速報です。五年前に不正アクセスを受けた北朝鮮系の暗号資産をめぐり、追跡されたアクセス経路の一部が米国を経由していたと、朝鮮民主主義人民共和国の国営通信が報じました。声明は、「我が国の主権を侵す犯罪者には毅然として対処する」としています。』

　大型ビジョンの下にある歩道は、人の流れがいつもより少し速い気がした。誰もがどこかへ急ぎ、足音だけが重なって、音の輪郭が曖昧になっていくようだった。今夜、ガーデンで演説する共和党大統領候補の警護を控えたジャックには、この速さがただの高揚には見えなかった。

　その雑踏の縁を、グリッドウェイが一台、信号の切り替わりに合わせて滑り出した。グリッドウェイ・オートノマス・モビリティ社が昨年投入した自動運転タクシーは現在、マンハッタンを縦横無尽に駆け巡って大盛況だ。料金も安く、煩わしい運転手との関係もない。車体の脇に小さな「G」と、マンハッタンのグリッドを象徴する細い線が交差する格子の印が見えた。無人の車は、ジャックらを追い越し、ただの風景として街に吸い込まれていった。

　その上空で、ガラスに反射した小さな影が一瞬揺れた。羽音は聞こえない。それでも、何かが見ている気配だけが残った。

　ジャックは視線を動かさずに、影の位置だけを頭の中でなぞった。FBIの警護用UASセルだ。今回の警護のために、監視用ドローンが数台、ビルの合間を行き交っている。そう思った瞬間、街の喧噪が安堵の膜に覆われ、一枚隔てた向こうへ退いた。

　ジャックは束の間目を閉じた。耳の裏の血流を感じた。沈黙の底流に潜んでいる任務の鼓動が微かに鳴った。警護は、目で見る仕事ではない。違和感を拾い、形になる前に潰す仕事だ。胸の内で、薄い膜が引きつるように緊張した。

　ジャックは目を開くと、眼差しはもう都市の風景ではなく、別の何かを見据えていた。

― ビバリーヒルズ、ロサンゼルス ―

　夕陽が丘を滑り落ちるころ、会員制レストラン〈サフロン・コート〉の重厚な扉の向こうで、空気が静かに重くたなびいていた。白布のテーブルに身を寄せた会員たちの銀食器が、触れては離れ、また触れた。その微かな金属音だけが、建物の奥で眠る心臓の鼓動みたいに、ゆっくり反復していく。

　マジード・ハムザと彼のチームの卓には会話が欠けていた。誰も表情を崩さず、呼吸だけを整えている。

　テーブル中央に置かれた黒光りの小型装置――幽声機《Whisper-04》が、場の中心を奪っていた。マジードがダイヤルに指を触れると、クリックの震えが掌へ返った。

「……0.4秒。間違いなく」

　囁きは声帯を通らず、空気の表面だけを揺らした。装置が放ったものは音ではなく、沈黙の刃だった。

「Initiate（始めろ）」

　命令は、言葉の形になる前に、電波の震えとなって夜の静寂へ滑り落ちた。

　海を越えたのではない――いったん空へ逃げ、夜空の高みで幾度か跳ね返り、ニューヨークの倉庫の暗がりへ落ちていく合図だ。

　マジードの手にしたタブレットに、淡い数字の弧がひと息だけ浮かんだ。直線ではなく、円弧に沿って並んでいる。彼はすぐに画面を伏せた。

　テーブルの端で、サミラがスマートフォンに指を走らせ、画面を閉じた。数字とアルファベットの列が消え、熱だけが指先に残った。祈りのように静かな手つきだった。彼女は息をひとつ落とし、視線だけを動かした。

　リナは、短波でニューヨークへ送った合図の点滅を見つめながら、周囲の歓談の笑い声からスマホを隠すように、グラスの影へ沈めた。週末の笑いの波が満ちているのに、この卓だけが、笑いに遅れたまま硬い。彼女は手元へ視線を戻した。

　リナのアプリは、ひとりずつのための小さな相談室だった。相手の言葉を否定せず、同じ温度で抱きしめる声。左へ傾く者には左のまま寄り添い、右へ傾く者には右のまま頷く――誰もが欲しいのは、反論ではなく肯定だと知っている。

　肯定の糸は、やがて胸の奥で固く結び目になり、ほどけない溝だけを深くしていった。煽る必要さえない。受け入れられた瞬間、考えは芯を得て、静かに硬化するのだ。

　レストランを満たす笑い声は続いているのに、このテーブルの周りだけ、音が一段薄くなっていた。

― レッドフック、ブルックリン、ニューヨーク ―

　潮を含んだ錆の鉄扉が、かすかに震えた。倉庫の中は暗く、差し込んだ街灯の残照だけが床のコンクリートに細い線を引いている。長い年月によって床へ染み込んだ油と埃の匂いが、ゆっくりと肺に入ってきた。

　アミール・ナッセルは薄闇の中で膝を折り、作業台の赤い点滅を見つめていた。規則正しいそれは、深い沈黙の中に埋もれている。点いては消える光が、彼の記憶を掬い上げていた。

　アミールはゆっくり立ち上がると、テーブルにあった黒い筐体の角に触れた。冷たい感触が記憶を鮮明にした。短波を拾う黒い筐体、《Whisper-04》。耳で拾えないものを受け止めるための薄い器官だ。

　アミールは自作したそれに触れながら、呟いた。

「……ヤーラ」

　妹の名が祈りのようについて出たが、祈りには届かず、作業場の隅の闇へ吸い込まれていった。

　そのとき、空気がわずかに沈んだ。音ではない。匂いでもない。だが何かが“届いた”感触だけがあった。W-04の赤い点滅が、一拍だけ遅れた。緊張していたアミールの喉の奥は、ひどく乾き、ひりついていた。

　倉庫の扉が軋んだ。忍んできた足音は重く、乱れてはいない。

　ラフィだった。作業着には鉄粉が散り、昼の喧噪をまだ抱えていた。

　倉庫の奥で、ユスフが小さなランタンに火を灯した。一瞬、炎が揺れ、暗がりに薄い輪郭を浮かせては消えている。

「遅かったな」

　アミールが赤い点滅を見やったまま、いった。

「監督がしつこくてな。だが――“設置”は予定通り終えた」

　疲れの滲んだ声で、ラフィは、見入っているアミールの赤い点滅を一瞥した。

「そっちは？」

「動作確認は済んだ。動いてる。安定してる。五年前に作ったものを、いま作り直した。……手が覚えてる。マジードは『始めろ』だって。せっかちな奴だ」

　作業台の端の暗がりにいたレイラのヘッドホンの片耳がわずかにずれ、金具が冷たい光を返した。コーヒーを手にして隣の倉庫からやってきたナディールがそれを差し出し、無言で掛け直してやった。レイラは“音のない音”に再び耳を澄ませ、じっと赤い点滅に見入っている。

　もう一度、扉が鳴った。ロハンが入ってきた。袖をまくり、手にしたビジネスバッグの革に、外の熱がまだじっとりと残っている。

「……教授は？」

　ラフィが訊いた。

　ロハンは答える前に、視線を伏せた。その沈黙がひどく長く感じられ、アミールらは気づかぬうちに息を止めた。

「ザカリア教授は――　隣の、準備した倉庫へ直接向かった。言づけだ。“すべてを、お前たちに託す”と」

　アミールの胸の奥に、冷たい針が刺さった。もちろんアミールだけではなく、ラフィもユスフもレイラもナディールもだ。

　暗がりの隅で、ナディールが小さな布の包みを開いた。白いガーゼと消毒の匂いが一瞬だけ立ち、すぐに油と埃に呑まれた。

　薄いライトの火が揺れ、影が床に長く伸びて重なった。

　W-04の赤い点滅は、狂うことなく正確に刻んでいる。

　ラフィが掠れた声で言った。

「……自戒の意味を教えよう。この国に」

　アミールも誰も返答はしなかった。

　その沈黙が、選んだ道の輪郭をはっきり描いていた。

予告

flic.kr/p/2rTrncc

【本作品の著作権は Mitsushiro Nakagawa に帰属します。

内容の全部または一部を、著者の許可なく複製・転載・改変することを禁じます。】

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僕の新しい小説

　B♭　（ビーフラット）

Mitsushiro Nakagawa, with ChatGPT 5.5

本作品の著作権は Mitsushiro Nakagawa に帰属します。

内容の全部または一部を、著者の許可なく複製・転載・改変することを禁じます。

　北朝鮮の仮想通貨システムをハッキングし、数億ドルを奪取したガザ出身のパレスチナ人グループが、アメリカ合衆国へ密かに潜入する。

　彼らの目的は、失われた祖国ガザを、アメリカの地に「復元」することだった。

　共和党による強硬な移民政策と、国内にくすぶる排外感情を利用し、アメリカ社会を内側から崩壊させる計画が静かに進行していく。

　共和党大統領候補ジャスティン・ブラッドフォードが、マディソン・スクエア・ガーデンで演説中に狙撃され、ほぼ同時刻、ロサンゼルスでは前大統領オーウェン・リードもまた、民主党候補ライアン・ベネットの集会で撃たれる。

　国家を二分する、ふたつの銃声。

　だが、ジャスティンは奇跡的に生還する。

　彼の血液型は、世界でわずか二百五十万人に一人ともいわれる「ボンベイブラッド」。

　その希少な血を提供できたのは、ブルックリンで活動するコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター、アナヤ・パテルだった。

　彼女の血液はベルビュー病院の血液バンクに保存されており、緊急輸血によって、候補者の命はかろうじて繋がれる。

　ひとりの女性の血が、国家の運命に触れてしまう。

　その偶然は、やがて偶然ではなかったかのように、アナ自身を巨大な事件の中心へ引き寄せていく。

　シークレットサービスのジャック・ヴァンスは、テロの背後にガザ出身の組織が関与していることを察知し、FBIロサンゼルス支局長キャメロン・バートレット、ニューヨーク支局の特別捜査官ヴェロニカ・リーヴスと共に捜査を進める。

　やがて彼らは、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムが、ロサンゼルスやニューヨークの再開発現場に潜入し、建物の構造そのものに破壊の種を埋め込んでいた可能性へ辿り着く。

　標的は、ICE、そしてEROに関わる職員たちが暮らす新興住宅街。

　それは単なる施設への攻撃ではなかった。

　移民を管理し、排除し、分類してきた「アメリカの秩序」そのものへ向けられた、冷たい反撃だった。

　ヴェロニカは、これ以上の破壊を防ぐため、大統領への対話を進言する。

　だが、現職のグラント・ランフォード大統領は耳を貸さない。

　一方、命を取り留めたジャスティンと、民主党候補ライアンは、テレビを通じて国民に訴えかける。

　だが、その声を嘲笑うかのように、グラントはアイオワ州での演説を強行し、「テロには屈しない」と宣言する。

　その会場にもまた、見えない手はすでに伸びていた。

　崩壊していくアメリカの風景のなかで、破壊を信じる者と、破壊の果てに残る空虚を見てしまう者のあいだに、静かな亀裂が生まれていく。

　ガザで失われた命。

　アメリカで流される血。

　復讐として始まった計画は、いつしか祈りと憎しみ、救済と虚無の境界を曖昧にしていく。

　誰かはなお、傷ついた世界に罰を与えようとする。

　誰かはその罰の先に、もう何も残らないことを知りはじめる。

　都市は、何事もなかったかのように光り続けている。

　だがその足元では、誰にも聞こえない低い音が鳴っている。

　復讐は、何を奪うのか。

　祈りは、誰を救うのか。

　そして人は、失われたものを抱えたまま、どこへ向かうのか。

　マンハッタンの夜、ブルックリンの光、川辺に残された記憶。

　崩れゆく時代のなかで、ひとりの女性が世界の痛みに触れていく。

　その光が消えたあと、人はようやく、自分の胸に残された傷の深さを知る。　

期待してお待ちください☺️

５月下旬公開。

“登場人物”

アナヤ・パテル　２５歳　コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

アルジュン・シン　２６歳　アナヤの恋人・ルミナテック・イノベーションズ社

佐藤　ミカ　２５歳　アナの友人・コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

ジャスティン・ブラッドフォード　２７歳　共和党大統領候補

エリノア・ブレイク　２６歳　ジャスティンの婚約者

グラント・M・ランフォード大統領　６１歳　共和党大統領現職

チャールズ・ベインズ副大統領　６４歳　共和党副大統領現職

ライアン・ベネット　３０歳　民主党大統領候補

ソフィア・ベネット　３０歳　ライアンの妻

オーウェン・リード　６５歳　民主党前大統領

ジャック・バンス　４５歳　シークレットサービス　元FBIロサンゼルス支局

ベン・ホロウェイ　３０歳　ジャックの同僚

ダリル・ロス　２９歳　ジャックの同僚

イライジャ・ケイン　２８歳　ジャックの同僚

マーカス・デイン　４５歳　FBI ロサンゼルス支局

キャメロン・バートレット　５５歳　FBI　ロサンゼルス支局　支局長

トム・コールドウェル　３８歳　FBI技術班　マーカスの部下

ヴェロニカ・リーヴス　４１歳　FBI特別捜査官

アレクサンダー・ハリス　５２歳　FBI　ニューヨーク支局　支局長

エリオット・チェン　３６歳　テクノロジー班主任

アリシア・モンロー　５８歳　FBI長官

ザカリア・ハッダード　５１歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　元イスラム大学　工学部教授　ニューヨークチーム

アミール・ナッセル　２３歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　元イスラム大学　電子工学部　ニューヨークチーム

ラフィ・ガンナム　３２歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　イスラム大学　建築学部　ニューヨークチーム

ロハン・シャー　２９歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　イスラム大学　建築学部　ニューヨークチーム

マジード・ハムザ　４７歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　パレスチナ大学　情報技術学部　ロサンゼルスチーム

サミラ・ハンマド　２８歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　パレスチナ大学　工学部　ロサンゼルスチーム

サイード・カバリ　３５歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　パレスチナ大学　経営学部　ロサンゼルスチーム

リーム・ナセル　３０歳　パレスチナ・ガザ地区　パレスチナ大学　メディア学部　ロサンゼルスチーム

ノア・レヴィ　55歳　イスラエル　テルアビブ在住　ユダヤ人

:: Soundtrack ::

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack )

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . For Japanese)

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-for-jap...

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メモ

1

「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」

•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。

•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。

•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。

•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。

2

2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』

youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K

3

Shots fired at Trump rally

youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT

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【次の小説】( ２０２７年２月１４日予定 )

４月にだって雪はフルっ！　ー偏差値３５からのマーチー

Images:

【サウンドトラック】

４月にだって雪はフルっ！　ー偏差値３５からのマーチー（勝手にサントラ:)　プレイリスト編集中　"Check it out"

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/pl.u-pZvGbCXv1Yq

#Number_i #Snowman #kis-My-Ft2 #嵐 #SMAP #NEWS

1 Five ... 嵐

2 カリスマックス ... Snow Man

3 未確認領域 ... Number_i

4 LOOP ... Number_i

5 ずっと You are my Everything ... Kis-My-Ft2

6 INZM(Hyper Band ver.) ... Number_i

7 夜の向こうへ ... Kis-My-Ft2

8 チェリッシュ ... NEWS

9 光のシグナル ... Kis-My-Ft2

10 Freebird ... SMAP

11 PIKA☆☆NCHI DOUBLE ... 嵐

12 らいおんハート ... SMAP

13 Love so sweet : Reborn ... 嵐

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⛧⛧ Jeyne & Vaemond For Happy Weekend Sale!!! ⛧⛧ by Cult/ocult The Darker Alternative

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Hi Culties, Here is your "must have these Cult Items" Weekend Shopping List!!

★ For Happy Weekend Sale ★ Jeyne & Vaemond ★ Mini Huds for Happy Weekend

★ Jeyne Rigged For ★ Reborn ★ MaitreyaX ★ Legacy F ★ MaitreyaOG ★ Kupra ★ Nhuma ★

★ Vaemond Rigged For ★ Reborn ★ MaitreyaX ★ Legacy F ★ MaitreyaOG ★ Kupra ★ Nhuma ★

★ Remember to always try the DEMOS!★ Check for Body Type & Body MOD Compatibility ★

★ Cult LM ★ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cult%20Coven/210/58/32

★ Cult's Social Media Links ★

[Indecent Affairs] · Coco-nut N' Jizz Float by Valeria Second Life

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[Indecent Affairs] · Coco-nut N' Jizz Float

Tropical Chaos Adrift Under Neon Skies

There are summer accessories…

and then there are the ones that turn an entire pool into a spectacle.

🏪Mainstore:

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Indecent%20Affairs/178/192...

🏪Marketplace:

marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/243209

❤️ Your personal splash zone awaits

🌴 Dive into the tropical madness

The Coco-nut N' Jizz Float by Indecent Affairs takes the classic idea of a tropical inflatable and elevates it to an exaggerated, provocative, and absurdly fun aesthetic. It's designed for those who understand that in Second Life, even a pool party can become a visually stunning editorial brimming with humor, sensuality, and tropical mayhem.

The piece immediately stands out thanks to its design inspired by a small red inflatable island, crowned by an integrated palm tree that serves as both a visual support and a decorative element. The finish is available in Legacy and PBR textures, allowing lighting to interact with the vinyl material in a brilliant and realistic way under sunlight or nighttime lights.

But where it truly comes alive is in interaction.

With over 85 Bento animations, the float offers a huge variety of poses and movements that transform any photoshoot or social gathering into a dynamic and expressive experience. It also incorporates features such as:

✨ INM Cleaning

✨ Lovense Compatibility

✨ Sitlock Security

✨ Low Terrain Impact (2LI)

All designed to maintain a smooth, comfortable, and highly customizable experience.

For this shoot, the setting is built around a tropical fantasy with warm tones and a vibrant aesthetic. The avatar, created using KUPRA and LeLutka Vela 4.0, embodies a sensual summer vibe where every detail reflects light and color.

Sintiklia's Nala hair falls softly down the back, while VELOR Ipanema's body shimmer adds that perfect wet and luminous finish for aquatic scenes.

The styling maintains a minimalist yet striking aesthetic. AURORA's crystalline pieces adorn the body like tiny jewels floating on the skin, creating delicate reflections that contrast with the inflatable's intense color. Accessories from Aura De La Luna, Muu~, and Masoom add subtle metallic touches that complete this aesthetic, a blend of beachy glamor and fantasy rave.

And finally, Analogic's Carita sandals maintain the relaxed and fresh look, perfect for a scene conceived around the digital summer.

What's interesting about the Coco-nut N' Jizz Float is that it doesn't try to be elegant in a traditional way. Its charm lies precisely in embracing the exaggerated, the fun, and the chaotically sensual.

Indecent Affairs understands perfectly how to transform interactive objects into pieces with their own unique personality. This inflatable isn't simply a pool accessory… it's a small floating stage ready to create memories, photographs, and absurdly entertaining moments within Second Life.

Because some pool parties aren't made for relaxing… They're made to become tropical legends.

Seat. by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

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Title:

Seat.

Today, I am uploading the opening of my new novel.

This is essentially the final draft. The Japanese version follows in the second half.

今日は、僕の新しい小説の冒頭をアップロードします。

ほぼ、最終稿です。

日本語は、後半です。

日本語のあらすじ等は下の方にあります😃

B♭ ( B - Flat ) ( 1 / 9 ) … [Prologue] 〈Portent〉

Mitsushiro Nakagawa, with ChatGPT 5.2