The Eternal Cycle
Three windows stood as if carved from time itself, each holding a guardian of light and season. To the left, the maiden of dawn glowed in crimson and gold, her fiery hair spilling like the first blaze of morning. Flowers bent toward her, as though even nature longed for her warmth.
At the center, twilight deepened. Draped in a gown of midnight, she held the quiet majesty of stars. Doves circled at her feet, carrying the promise of peace as the moon crowned her with silver calm. Her gaze seemed to hold both farewell and welcome, as day and night met within her.
To the right, the maiden of renewal stood serene in pale green and white, blossoms unfurling at her steps. She was spring’s hymn and memory’s balm, weaving gentleness into every breath. Her hair flowed like rivers of dawn mist, and the world seemed lighter for her presence.
Together, they were not three but one—past, present, and eternal return—forever etched in glass and light, forever singing the rhythm of the earth.
 
永遠の循環
時の中から切り取られたかのように、三枚の窓には光と季節の守り手が映し出されていた。左には黎明の乙女、赤と金に輝き、炎のような髪は朝焼けの輝きを溢れさせる。花々は彼女に憧れるように首を傾け、温もりを求めていた。
中央には黄昏の女神。漆黒の衣をまとい、星々の静謐を抱く。足元を白鳩が舞い、月が彼女に銀の冠を授ける。その眼差しには別れと迎えの両方が宿り、昼と夜が重なり合っていた。
右には再生の乙女。淡い緑と白に包まれ、花々がその足跡から芽吹いていく。春の歌声を纏い、記憶を癒す香りを漂わせる。髪は朝霧の流れのように広がり、彼女が立つだけで世界は柔らかさを取り戻した。
三人は三人でありながら一つ。過去、現在、そして永遠の巡り。ガラスと光に刻まれ、大地の律動を永遠に歌い続けていた。