黒馬のひと/The Man on the Black Horse Symphonic Gothic Fairy Tale | JP & EN
あれは、……誰？
とある童話のダークアレンジ構想の走り書きです。
シンフォニックなダークファンタジーの実写映像想定です。
これもタイミングみてしっかり清書したいです。
ひとりの乙女が、井戸の縁で歌い始めた。それは自らの苦しい境遇を、ほんの少しだけ和らげてくれる、穏やかな未来を夢みる歌だった。
――ひとりの男の耳に、その歌声が届いた。
乙女が井戸の縁で歌う。冒頭の出会いのシーン。影のような黒馬と王子。帽子深く被り。静かに乙女の歌を聴きながら進行。そして愛の歌を短調で。彼女に向かって。悪魔的な響き。彼女の耳にとりついて離れないメロディで。色温度と彩度静かに下がっていく。
「もしもどうしようもなく困ったら、あの森の最奥まで走ってきなさい。そうしたら助けてやる。」ウィスパーボイス。エコー。そして立ち去る。
立ち去ったあと、小鳥のさえずりや、風の音。色温度が戻る。
白雪姫のアレンジかもしれません。
書いている私も彼の正体が掴みきれないけれど、これは森の化身であって、７人のコビト（あるいは旧い神？）が王子の外装にまとめられてしまったのかもしれない。
あの片付いていなかった可愛らしい家というよりは、ゴシックな廃墟とか美女と野獣のような城かな。そして、魔女の魔法の鏡の男の正体は、実は彼だったとか。
The Man on the Black Horse
These are some rough notes for a dark reimagining of a certain fairy tale.
I imagine it as a live-action piece of symphonic dark fantasy.
I'd like to develop it properly when the time feels right.
A young maiden begins to sing at the edge of a well. It is a song in which she dreams of a peaceful future — one that might ease, if only a little, the hardship of her present life.
—Her song reaches the ears of a man.
The maiden singing at the edge of the well. Their first encounter.
A prince upon a black horse, dark as a shadow. His hat pulled low over his face. He rides slowly onwards, listening in silence to the maiden's song.
And then, a love song in a minor key.
Sung to her.
Something almost demonic in its sound. A melody that catches in her ears and refuses to leave.
The colour temperature and saturation gradually begin to fall.
‘If ever you find yourself in such trouble that there is nothing else you can do, run to the very deepest part of that forest. I will help you.’
A whisper.
An echo.
And then he rides away.
After he has gone, there is birdsong. The sound of the wind.
The warmth returns to the colours.
Perhaps this is a reimagining of Snow White.
Even as I write this, I cannot quite grasp what he truly is. Perhaps he is the forest given form, and the Seven Dwarfs — or perhaps some ancient gods — have somehow been gathered together beneath the outward form of a prince.
Rather than that charming, rather untidy little cottage, perhaps there would be a Gothic ruin, or a castle like the one in Beauty and the Beast.
And perhaps the man within the witch's magic mirror—
was him all along.
