Zhang Sanfeng
Tsukotsu
"It is not for me to decide, but for my instincts to decide. It is instinct which decides if you are friend or not."
The shore was unfamiliar. It was strange and he knew it all at once, though why that was, he didn't question it.
If he was to know why, he would learn why in time.
But not now.
The world he'd left had been one of shadows, betrayals and the harsh lessons of how not to trust humans. The world he'd gone into had been one of peace, tranquility, yet it was empty. Devoid of all things except those which he wanted there, or had to have there. It was a world he wanted to go back to in too many ways to count, but could not.
Why could he not go back to that world?
No answer.
Why?
No answer.
I am lost.
No answer.
He cast those thoughts to the wind, understanding that such thoughts were unproductive. Unproductive and an antithesis of their own. Antithesis of what, he did not know, nor did he care to find out. The fact of the matter was, he was here (again?) and the first priority was to discover why he was here.
The sea gave him a sense of comfort, as did this familiar/unfamiliar ground beneath him. The wind was cold with the onset of an era of cold.
What is it called?
Never mind.
He did't repeat the question. He didn't examine the crystal in his hands, nor did he question why he knew it belonged to him and that it connected him to something. Someplace?
Do not ask.
He didn't ask again.
He turned away from the endless ocean's sound to find his way into a city something in him said to stay away from.
**Zhang Sanfeng is the name of a monk, said to have lived in China, circa 1300 CE. The name translates to "Thrice Crazy".
Tsukotsu
"It is not for me to decide, but for my instincts to decide. It is instinct which decides if you are friend or not."
The shore was unfamiliar. It was strange and he knew it all at once, though why that was, he didn't question it.
If he was to know why, he would learn why in time.
But not now.
The world he'd left had been one of shadows, betrayals and the harsh lessons of how not to trust humans. The world he'd gone into had been one of peace, tranquility, yet it was empty. Devoid of all things except those which he wanted there, or had to have there. It was a world he wanted to go back to in too many ways to count, but could not.
Why could he not go back to that world?
No answer.
Why?
No answer.
I am lost.
No answer.
He cast those thoughts to the wind, understanding that such thoughts were unproductive. Unproductive and an antithesis of their own. Antithesis of what, he did not know, nor did he care to find out. The fact of the matter was, he was here (again?) and the first priority was to discover why he was here.
The sea gave him a sense of comfort, as did this familiar/unfamiliar ground beneath him. The wind was cold with the onset of an era of cold.
What is it called?
Never mind.
He did't repeat the question. He didn't examine the crystal in his hands, nor did he question why he knew it belonged to him and that it connected him to something. Someplace?
Do not ask.
He didn't ask again.
He turned away from the endless ocean's sound to find his way into a city something in him said to stay away from.
**Zhang Sanfeng is the name of a monk, said to have lived in China, circa 1300 CE. The name translates to "Thrice Crazy".