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January 30 - February 2, 2024
“I want you to have it,” Zen said, “to remember that you are not alone. That you have lost so much, but I…I am glad to have found you.”
“I wish for you to not go anywhere without me. In this world and the next. I wish for you to choose me.” A pause, and softer: “That is, if you would wish it.”
Nah he IS insane for this, this IS the best Line I have ever read
Instead, she felt something new. Heat bloomed low in her belly, and desire flamed through her blood.
My, oh my👀
Gently, he drew back. His mouth was soft as he pressed it to her forehead, her left cheek, then her right.
They remained like that, lying side by side, gazing at each other and marveling at the small miracle of two lives having crossed, two souls having found each other in this vast world.
We divide the night sky ecliptic into four regions, each governed by one of Four Demon Gods. Much like a reflection of earth, the skies, too, abide by the laws of yīn and yáng, as evidenced in the wax and wane of the moon and the endless cycle of days and nights.
All he wanted in this moment was to stay in this little village in the mountains with the girl he’d fallen for and sit by a window of rain, watching her hair grow white as snow with time.
“I have chosen my path. If you are not with me, then you are against me,” he said, and she knew she had lost him.
This IS note my son!
The cowherd and the weaver girl were banished to opposite ends of the skies, separated by the River of Forgotten Death, never to hold one another again.
“Live not for those whose souls rest in eternal slumber in the next world…but for those still struggling to find that peace in this one.”
Zen turned and plunged his sword into his master.
Bruh💀
The emperor feared not the sword of his enemy pointed at his breast, but the poison of a lover administered in his bed.
Emotion must never drive war, for anger will fade and vanity is empty, yet kingdoms lost and lives destroyed will never come to be again.
“Is he alive?” Lishabeth asked skeptically. “Yes, my lady.”
He's worst than a cockroach!
Yīn and yáng, good and evil, great and terrible, kings and tyrants and heroes and villains. The tropes in the classics of old are but a matter of perspective. Really, they are two sides of the same coin. He who lives to tell the tale decides which side to pick.
