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|s1_title | |s1_title = Dream-Collecting Journey in the Mountains | ||
|s1_text = This was Dorjelang's fifth year as a hat-making apprentive. | |||
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On this day, he was inspecting two hat flowers by the window, carefully considering which would better compliment his spring-welcoming hat. | On this day, he was inspecting two hat flowers by the window, carefully considering which would better compliment his spring-welcoming hat. | ||
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A breeze sent the dandelion on his hat toward distant mountains to collect these dreams. He wondered who it would stir awake this time. | A breeze sent the dandelion on his hat toward distant mountains to collect these dreams. He wondered who it would stir awake this time. | ||
|s2_title | |s2_title = The World Outside the Hat | ||
|s2_text = It was Dorjelang's first day at the Galactic Bazaar. | |||
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All his life, he felt adrift in a vast sea of people — Without direction, without a place to belong. | All his life, he felt adrift in a vast sea of people — Without direction, without a place to belong. | ||
After hauling five boxes of goods for a shopkeeper at the street corner, it suddenly occured to him that everyone here was so small, and he was incredibly strong in comparison... | After hauling five boxes of goods for a shopkeeper at the street corner, it suddenly occured to him that everyone here was so small, and he was incredibly strong in comparison... ''Maybe ... I can actually help them?'' | ||
The revelation filled him with unprecedented joy and the urge to act, but he must stay calm. A slight turn of his body was enough to send someone flying... | The revelation filled him with unprecedented joy and the urge to act, but he must stay calm. A slight turn of his body was enough to send someone flying... | ||
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He came here for a reason... but he couldn't remember what. | He came here for a reason... but he couldn't remember what. | ||
|s3_title | |s3_title = Dandelions on the Snowy Mountain | ||
|s3_text = It was the ninth day of Dorjelang's arduous journey across the endless mountains. | |||
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He had prepared himself for the inevitable solitude that came with leaving home, but as he woke from a dream, he found a figure basking under the moon. | He had prepared himself for the inevitable solitude that came with leaving home, but as he woke from a dream, he found a figure basking under the moon. | ||
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Whenever it tried to howl, Dorjelang would gently hold its muzzle shut, worried that it might leave with a wolf pack that picked up the call. | Whenever it tried to howl, Dorjelang would gently hold its muzzle shut, worried that it might leave with a wolf pack that picked up the call. | ||
Doggie's name was simply Doggie. It stayed by Dorjelang's side through everything like a faithful guardian — herding with him, wrestling with him, accompanying him on pilgrimages to mountain tops... | Doggie's name was simply Doggie. It stayed by Dorjelang's side through everything like a faithful guardian — herding with him, wrestling with him, accompanying him on pilgrimages to mountain tops... | ||
Even now, it wanted to keep him company on his journey away from home. | Even now, it wanted to keep him company on his journey away from home. | ||
Unable to convince Doggie to leave, Dorjelang could only watch as it busied itself with scouting the path ahead, lagging behind, catching up again, and panting breathlessly with stalks of foxtail in its mouth, and even a rabbit... ''Wait, drop that right now!'' | Unable to convince Doggie to leave, Dorjelang could only watch as it busied itself with scouting the path ahead, lagging behind, catching up again, and panting breathlessly with stalks of foxtail in its mouth, and even a rabbit... ''Wait, drop that right now!'' | ||
Strange, this was supposed to be a journey that took them farther and farther away from home, but with Doggie's company, every day, he felt blessed with luck like all the days before. | Strange, this was supposed to be a journey that took them farther and farther away from home, but with Doggie's company, every day, he felt blessed with luck like all the days before. | ||
Still, danger and uncertainty drew ever closer, and when he picked up the dull cracking sounds echoing through the quiet mountains, he knew an avalanche was coming. | Still, danger and uncertainty drew ever closer, and when he picked up the dull cracking sounds echoing through the quiet mountains, he knew an avalanche was coming. | ||
By the time he woke up between a slush of mud and snow, he had no idea how long he'd been buried. A wet tongue licked his eyes, blurring the moon in his vision, and under it, he saw Doggie whimpering and digging through the snow. | By the time he woke up between a slush of mud and snow, he had no idea how long he'd been buried. A wet tongue licked his eyes, blurring the moon in his vision, and under it, he saw Doggie whimpering and digging through the snow. | ||
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Doggie had suffered a broken hind leg and a gash on its scalp. Dorjelang applied some medicinal herbs to the wound and grabbed some foxtail to weave a little hat, so as to keep Doggie from scratching its head. | Doggie had suffered a broken hind leg and a gash on its scalp. Dorjelang applied some medicinal herbs to the wound and grabbed some foxtail to weave a little hat, so as to keep Doggie from scratching its head. | ||
Holding his companion, Dorjelang thought about turning back to their village, but the way back was even longer than continuing forward. Doggie barked furiously in protest, as if to say, "All my work would have been for nothing if you turned back now." | Holding his companion, Dorjelang thought about turning back to their village, but the way back was even longer than continuing forward. Doggie barked furiously in protest, as if to say, "All my work would have been for nothing if you turned back now." | ||
Man and dog then traveled even farther. Deep in the night by a stream, Dorjelang rested his head on his luggage and watched as Doggie snored beside him. He hadn't noticed the whites in its fur before, realizing just how old it had grown. | Man and dog then traveled even farther. Deep in the night by a stream, Dorjelang rested his head on his luggage and watched as Doggie snored beside him. He hadn't noticed the whites in its fur before, realizing just how old it had grown. | ||
"It's only minor iniuries, we'll heal soon." He told himself as he fell asleep. | |||
Wolf howls came to Dorjelang's dreams, and he tried opening his eyes. Unsure if they were actually opened, Dorjelang believed he saw Doggie on a moonlit hill with head raised to the sky. Its graying fur seemed to glow as it let out the longest unfettered cry in its life, and the woods answered with an echoing chorus of wolfsong. | Wolf howls came to Dorjelang's dreams, and he tried opening his eyes. Unsure if they were actually opened, Dorjelang believed he saw Doggie on a moonlit hill with head raised to the sky. Its graying fur seemed to glow as it let out the longest unfettered cry in its life, and the woods answered with an echoing chorus of wolfsong. | ||
When he woke from the dream, the moonlit figure was gone, and next to him, there was only the foxtail hat. | When he woke from the dream, the moonlit figure was gone, and next to him, there was only the foxtail hat. | ||
His companion had kept watch under the moon, coming and departing in soft silence. No mountains or rivers, nor winds of the highlands could ever scatter the memories of its devoted silhouette. | His companion had kept watch under the moon, coming and departing in soft silence. No mountains or rivers, nor winds of the highlands could ever scatter the memories of its devoted silhouette. | ||
Though years may pass, its form remains, timeless beneath the moonlight's glow. Though the permafrost before dawn may never melt, the warmth in his heart endures. | Though years may pass, its form remains, timeless beneath the moonlight's glow. Though the permafrost before dawn may never melt, the warmth in his heart endures. | ||
It was the thirty-ninth day of Dorjelang's arduous journey across the endless mountains. | It was the thirty-ninth day of Dorjelang's arduous journey across the endless mountains. | ||
He stood at a station in the Starsea and glanced back at the dawn-gilded peaks of his homeland. He tucked the little foxtail hat into his luggage and moved on. | He stood at a station in the Starsea and glanced back at the dawn-gilded peaks of his homeland. He tucked the little foxtail hat into his luggage and moved on. | ||
The boy, once sheltered by so many, had finally made it over the mountains. | The boy, once sheltered by so many, had finally made it over the mountains. | ||
|s4_title | |s4_title = Over the Mountain Far From Home | ||
|s4_text = This was Dorjelang’s sixteenth year living on the highland pastures. | |||
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Back then, he knew nothing of the world beyond. | Back then, he knew nothing of the world beyond. | ||
Dorjelang was seen as someone who needed protection in his tribe. He thought if he could be a little stronger and a little tougher, put on a stern face and look a little | Dorjelang was seen as someone who needed protection in his tribe. He thought if he could be a little stronger and a little tougher, put on a stern face and look a little fiercer... then maybe he would actually become more capable. | ||
Perhaps due to his frailty, there were many things off-limits to him, like going down to the river, wrestling, or herding alone. | Perhaps due to his frailty, there were many things off-limits to him, like going down to the river, wrestling, or herding alone. | ||
Concerned gazes followed him around whenever he tried to get involved. | Concerned gazes followed him around whenever he tried to get involved. | ||
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The song spoke of the highland deity. | The song spoke of the highland deity. | ||
Legend has it that | Legend has it that "he" looked just like everyone else in the tribe, with long flowing hair, a strong athletic build, and mighty long horns, that "he" danced to the heavens and sang for the earth. | ||
"Behold, it brings success. Beyond it’s filled with fortune. And behold, it possesses the eternal..." | |||
Dorjelang caught himself humming along. He glanced at his own reflection in the emerald | Dorjelang caught himself humming along. He glanced at his own reflection in the emerald lake... Me? I look nothing like the deity, moo. | ||
A buddy from the neighboring tribe came over. Dorjelang could see his messy hair and his beautiful, sturdy horns that put his own feeble ones to shame. His buddy stroked his chin in deep thought. | A buddy from the neighboring tribe came over. Dorjelang could see his messy hair and his beautiful, sturdy horns that put his own feeble ones to shame. His buddy stroked his chin in deep thought. | ||
"They say not to mind what others think, but that’s easier said than done.’Hearing’ is a way for us to feel the world," he said. | |||
A hat with solid long horns was then placed on Dorjelang’s head. | A hat with solid long horns was then placed on Dorjelang’s head. | ||
"HAHMM! Now you look like a tough guy! Put on the hat, and you can become whoever you want to be. Come on, show us your angry face!" | |||
In the lake’s reflection, Dorjelang did look quite mighty! And just like that, the kid was fooled by his buddy. | In the lake’s reflection, Dorjelang did look quite mighty! And just like that, the kid was fooled by his buddy. | ||
The first among them to think of leaving was his buddy. Pulling Dorjelang along, he made grand plans of how he would conquer the endless mountains and see the world beyond in pursuit of his dreams. | The first among them to think of leaving was his buddy. Pulling Dorjelang along, he made grand plans of how he would conquer the endless mountains and see the world beyond in pursuit of his dreams. | ||
Dreams? What | Dreams? What are... Dreams? | ||
Brothers stick together till the end, so you’re coming too, Dorjelang. | Brothers stick together till the end, so you’re coming too, Dorjelang. | ||
Dorjelang was worried that he’d hold his buddy back, being as frail as he was. But his friend had unwavering faith in him. | Dorjelang was worried that he’d hold his buddy back, being as frail as he was. But his friend had unwavering faith in him. | ||
Before they left, his buddy got caught | Before they left, his buddy got caught "loaning" a couple of barley buns from an old herder. Dorjelang went for the rescue, but froze at the doorway. | ||
"HAHMM? You have no right to keep him on the pastures forever..." | |||
On the glimmering highlands where heaven is just a few steps away, too many struggle to make the journey because of a weighted heart. | On the glimmering highlands where heaven is just a few steps away, too many struggle to make the journey because of a weighted heart. | ||
"You’ve never believed in him. You just think he’s weak, and needs protection..." | |||
Outside the house, Dorjelang listened as Doggie came over. As always, it sat beside him, panting with a lolling tongue, as if saying, | Outside the house, Dorjelang listened as Doggie came over. As always, it sat beside him, panting with a lolling tongue, as if saying, "Eavestropping too, huh?" | ||
"How long will you deceive him with these words? Are you going to keep sheltering him his whole life?" | |||
Dorjelang gazed up at the sunset’s glow, at the deity watching over the highlands. | Dorjelang gazed up at the sunset’s glow, at the deity watching over the highlands. | ||
"There is no divine blessing. He has the same horns and fur on his head as us, plus a yak horn hat that I traded with barley buns..." | |||
Please let all my good fortune rest upon my buddy’s head– | Please let all my good fortune rest upon my buddy’s head– | ||
"I have my own dreams and my own path to follow, so I won't stay... but save half the barely bun for him. I’m leaving this place..." | |||
May he be safe, free, and prosperous on the journey of his dreams. | May he be safe, free, and prosperous on the journey of his dreams. | ||
This was Dorjelang’s sixteenth year living on the highland pastures. | This was Dorjelang’s sixteenth year living on the highland pastures. | ||