"Life is free flowing like the wind and sea, only limited by what the heart can feel "
Credits to HoYoverse for the use of all characters and lore in the piece.
An old man welcomes lost travelers into his cabin, and he seems to have been expecting them.
Some night thoughts that are circulating my mind.
“Fisher, hunter of seas: let’s meet! In the high waters, let’s meet!”
A tanka on the myth of the ignis fatuus, with a twist of Japanese folklore on the hitodama’s soul glowing flame.
I could only hope that the rain would stop within the next week, atleast for a day or two. The only way in or out of the forest was via a narrow muddy track which ducked below the flood line and becam...
A fated meeting, in which they share a heated night. Departing, something tied them together. Meeting new people just to be led back together. Past life and new life, they will be one soon enough.
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A poem about addiction, travel in off beat sing song rhyme
I remember falling asleep. And then I woke up. And there they were.
A fated meeting, in which they share a heated night. Departing, something tied them together. Meeting new people just to be led back together. Past life and new life, they will be one soon enough.
...
The traveler treads softly, but not without sound...
"Life is free flowing like the wind and sea, only limited by what the heart can feel "
Credits to HoYoverse for the use of all characters and lore in the piece.
An old man welcomes lost travelers into his cabin, and he seems to have been expecting them.
Some night thoughts that are circulating my mind.
“Fisher, hunter of seas: let’s meet! In the high waters, let’s meet!”
A tanka on the myth of the ignis fatuus, with a twist of Japanese folklore on the hitodama’s soul glowing flame.
I could only hope that the rain would stop within the next week, atleast for a day or two. The only way in or out of the forest was via a narrow muddy track which ducked below the flood line and becam...
A fated meeting, in which they share a heated night. Departing, something tied them together. Meeting new people just to be led back together. Past life and new life, they will be one soon enough.
...
A poem about addiction, travel in off beat sing song rhyme
I remember falling asleep. And then I woke up. And there they were.
A fated meeting, in which they share a heated night. Departing, something tied them together. Meeting new people just to be led back together. Past life and new life, they will be one soon enough.
...
The traveler treads softly, but not without sound...