I am trapped in a place like this because of that damned flute. It's a flute that has been in my family since ancient times.
It was a dimly lit night on a new moon. I heard the sound of a flute coming from inside the storehouse. It was not a sound of this world, but of the spirit world.
When I opened the door to the storehouse, I saw my seven-year-old daughter playing the flute with a blank face. Perhaps it was a trick, or perhaps something had lured her home. Anyway, she violated the taboo of playing the flute on a night that was not a lunar eclipse, and when I took the flute from her, she collapsed and died, trembling and holding her face. My soul, too, is beginning to rot from being touched by that sound.
Doctor, please burn that flute. Burn the storehouse. That thing eats away at the soul.
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| kanji = 修行場について | | kanji = 修行場について | ||
| kana = しゅぎょうば に ついて | | kana = しゅぎょうば に ついて | ||
Latest revision as of 22:49, 15 March 2023
| The English content of this page features unofficial fan translations. |
About the Training Ground | |
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| Kanji | 修行場について しゅぎょうば に ついて |
| Game | Fatal Frame: Mask of the Lunar Eclipse |
| Author | Unknown |
| Chapter | None |
| Located at | |
| Obtained | |
| Description | Old, corroded book with writing in it. The sentences are written in riddles. |
| Additional Description | |
| Related Notes | Fatal Frame IV Unused Files |
私がこのような場所に閉じ込められたのは
あの忌々しい笛のためです。
古より我が家に伝わる笛のためです。
あれは、新月の薄暗い夜でした。
倉の中から笛の音が聞こえたのです。
この世のものならぬ異界の音が
鳴り響いたのです。
私が倉を開けると、まだ七つの娘が
うつろな顔で笛を加えておりました。
悪戯心か、帰に誘われたか。
とにかく娘は、月蝕ではない夜に
笛を吹くという禁忌を犯したのです
笛を奪うと、娘はわずかに震えながら倒れ
顔をおさえながら息を引き取りました。
私の魂も、あの音色に触れて
腐り始めております。
先生、あの笛を燃やしてください。
倉を燃やしてください。
あれは人の魂を蝕みます。