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Shoes on marble.
Click. Clack
It resonates with the air, like every other sound.
Click, clack
But sharp, even when it isn’t intended.
Click
Such is Jinzhou palace.
Clack.
Click
Clack
Click
Clack
Click.
Splish
Splash
His mind ran deep.
Blood drenches every footstep. Blood soaking into bones. Such is the life he lived. Sword, fist, and the forest of his mind. He is forged for cutting through thousands of blades. Of that, he wields great pride.
But consequences, there are.
Splash
The light rain of Whining Aix’s Mire reminds him of home. If he stretches his right hand, opens his palm, and lets the droplets hold him with its featherlight kisses…
He won’t ever forget his duties. But, he longs for a place as peaceful. He longs for the age when he can sheathe his blade. He longs for a time when he’ll figure everything out. The rain may stop, or grow heavier, but now, its gentle breeze carries but a wave of serenity. Each drop is a symbol of that place, as the rest of the world blurs away. Then, there’ll be nothingness, except for the world on his palm, where the droplets aren’t heavy.
Heavy with deaths that he brought forth… and deaths he failed to protect.
The fading breath of the heron is the sign he needs to proceed on his journey. The frequencies will be lost in the wind, as he sheathes his sword anew. He’s close to the port.
Rinascita… the ancient civilization describes the region as a Realm of A Thousand Islands.
The air seems to grow thicker there.
Splish, splash.