Color blind, hue #1

There was once a boy, who was born by the crashing waves of the sea! Excuse me, I sometimes have a flair for dramaticism, please don’t misinterpret my meaning, for it is not supposed to sound more fantastical than necessary. Let me try once more, simply put this time. When the boy came […]

The Procession

14th Week of the Harvest, in the Third year of the Setting Sun. I was nervous, scanning the cobbled street in front of us. There was too much to look at and I could do nothing to slow my racing heart. Instinct had taught me to survey every face that I could; to make out […]