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On the path homeward, there stood a hot spring inn. Only upon sinking into its waters did he truly come alive. | On the path homeward, there stood a hot spring inn. Only upon sinking into its waters did he truly come alive. | ||
|s4_title = A Beauty in the Moonlit Woods | |||
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Fleeing the southern winter, the young man cradled the sprig of red plum blossoms to his chest, carefully guarding it against the rocking of the boat that bore him toward home. | |||
To little Heyu, the journey felt agonizingly long. So long that the moment he closed his eyes, Sister Jiu would appear. He would see her leaning against the window, quietly unraveling the faded characters of an ancient book. And every time, he found himself burning to ask her: Why must our people live in hiding? Why is the road home so endlessly, unfathomably long? | |||
"To keep from being found, of course." The memory, hazy and yellowed with time, suddenly found its voice. He realized with a pang that he had almost forgotten how she sounded. "That place... only those drawn by fate will ever find it. And when that moment comes, you will feel it, too." | |||
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"I don't want to feel anything." He heard the petulance in his own voice. To think he was once so willful, and that there had once been someone who simply let him be. "Those people bound to us by fate... they're all... they're all here to..." | |||
"To 'borrow years' from us?" Sister Jiu suddenly laughed. But the frail laughter soon dissolved into a violent, unrelenting fit of coughing. The sound shook him to the core, setting his heart pounding with dread and leaving him scarcely able to breathe. | |||
So the stories about borrowing years were true? | |||
"To live or to die is but the natural course of things..." Her sigh stirred the flowing light. "Yet, most hearts in this world have nowhere to rest. And with nothing to hold on to, how is one to bear the weight of living? And so, they ask for the impossible." | |||
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How could the years allotted by Heaven and Earth ever be borrowed? | |||
"If you carry compassion in your heart, you will see the soul in all living things." The immortal lowered her gaze, and the light that fell upon him was heavy with pity. | |||
But why? Why? Why must we be the ones to bear such cruel mercy? | |||
A child so young naturally could not understand. Yet someday... | |||
A sudden wind swept through the ancient book, turning page after page as the boundless ink slowly faded into nothingness. See not. Hear not. Know not... Form alone endures, and therein lies longevity... | |||
Why? Why? Why must we be the ones robbed of a home? | |||
They had promised. When spring came, we would go home. | |||
How did the wait for a single spring stretch into ten empty years? | |||
If only I could see them again. Just one last time... | |||
<i>To look upon the pines of our home is to see us.</i> | |||
Just one more glimpse. That was all I begged of the heavens... | |||
<i>If you can't find your way home... promise me you won't cry.</i> | |||
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Home at last. His footsteps felt weightless, skimming the earth like the wind. Cranes danced gracefully amid the emerald bamboo. How could he have ever lost his way? <i>We are almost there. Look—</i> | |||
Not a single soul remained. | |||
Amidst the howling wind and swirling snow, the youth embraced the ancient pine, the sprig of red plum in his grasp having long since withered away. | |||
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<i>Young master, where have your thoughts gone?</i> | |||
I was wondering... if I've come too late. | |||
What if I were to ask for the impossible? | |||
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