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A series of correspondences sent to Luo Binghe's communication device starting on June 27th, following his death on June 26th.
This isn't supposed to be possible.
You're not supposed to die.
Especially not this young.
Especially not before I do.
You're not supposed to die.
Especially not this young.
Especially not before I do.
What were you thinking? Did this Shizun ever teach you to give up and seek your own death like this? If this Shizun has failed in everything else, was it not you who told me, you refused to accept fate? That you would crush it underneath your feet? Tell me, what is this! What is this crushing, if you kill yourself like this!
I have not made the wisest decisions at all times, Binghe, but surely I taught you no more about how to die than I ever taught you how to grieve!
I have not made the wisest decisions at all times, Binghe, but surely I taught you no more about how to die than I ever taught you how to grieve!
I can't teach you what I don't know! I can't teach you what I'm learning to do just now! I didn't fucking want to teach you to grieve! So why is it you're teaching me twice now how to do exactly that?!
I hope you appreciate the courtyard garden. I didn't know where else to... I can't keep you inside. I can't sleep when you're in here. You're not a statue, and that's... I can't reach you. I don't know what else to do.
It's beautiful in the gardens. I'll find a structure for overhead. You don't need to be out in the rain, if it even rains inside the city. I don't know if it does. My robe should be enough for the night. Please excuse the poor mending. Many of the tears were too much for this Shizun to fix.
It's beautiful in the gardens. I'll find a structure for overhead. You don't need to be out in the rain, if it even rains inside the city. I don't know if it does. My robe should be enough for the night. Please excuse the poor mending. Many of the tears were too much for this Shizun to fix.
It doesn't make the nightmares end. I keep checking that you're there, and it's horrible every time you are. Every time you're fucking there and you shouldn't be you shouldn't be you fool why did you kill yourself after all this time why now why here why werent you strong enough why wasnt I
Found bamboo. Or closest approximation. It's beautiful. Flecked with light when the sun catches it. Planted it this afternoon. More coming over the next few days. Dirt seems to be embedded under my nails.
Found a covering. Lattice, some kind of glass-not-glass. If you could see, you could look right up through it. Can't see stars, since this city is strange and leveled, but the lights still shine like they remember what stars should be.
Found a covering. Lattice, some kind of glass-not-glass. If you could see, you could look right up through it. Can't see stars, since this city is strange and leveled, but the lights still shine like they remember what stars should be.
First day of the Sanguis Cycle. Once night fell over the city, Level One was bathed in a reddish light. From my research, Moonblessed appear to feel aggression, higher drives for intimacies and violence, and may expect to display features from any combination of wolves, koi, or snakes. The histories for the god says he favoured those who were swift and showed no fear. So the stories go, they all embraced bloodshed, and his realm of rock was turned red with it.
Ridiculous. Blood doesn't stay red after its been exposed to air for long enough. We both know that.
Ridiculous. Blood doesn't stay red after its been exposed to air for long enough. We both know that.
Spent time walking the beaches today. There are shells of kinds I've never imagined before, enough to make me wonder about the life below the waves. I know there are dragons in the mountains far from this city, but the ocean here feels like a more appropriate home for such creatures out of the oldest scrolls.
Met one of those affected by Sanguis. He had been made into something half-fish, half-man. Doesn't get thirsty. Fascinating. Giant koi are pretty, if impractical. I wondered if he could swim down and stand being in that salt water for longer than a true freshwater fish.
Met one of those affected by Sanguis. He had been made into something half-fish, half-man. Doesn't get thirsty. Fascinating. Giant koi are pretty, if impractical. I wondered if he could swim down and stand being in that salt water for longer than a true freshwater fish.
Why the hell did you kill yourself? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't! You weren't protecting anything, you were throwing everything away, and there's no excuse! Do you hear me? Binghe, my most disobedient disciple, who couldn't even come home when he'd crawled back out of hell! Why did you do it? Why were you so uselessly stubborn over something as simple as holding an offered hand?
What were you thinking in staying at Huan Hua Palace like you did? I thought—
I'd thought useless things, as the one who'd sent you down in the first place.
You once asked if I regretted anything from the Immortal Alliance Conference.
Will you ask again? Will you?
Will you ask again? Will you?
Of course not. This Shizun is clearly confused, because the dead can't ask about the past that lies unchanging.
Just like you do.
Just like you do.
The latticework arrived today, along with the pillows. This old man must be going senile to consider pillows for a crystal corpse, but it looked too bare on that platform otherwise. I couldn't
A proper incense burner isn't enough for observation of a spirit, but I don't know that spirits behave here like they do in our home. Be at peace, Binghe. You deserved so much more than that, but this is all I have to give now.
I woke up covered in feathers. Looks like Cordis is the moon influencing this Shizun. This is a pain in the back
todfasy iom a bcatg. iom na vcat wiotyhj weiokngs
[ ooc: Today I'm a cat. I'm a cat with wings. ]
[ ooc: Today I'm a cat. I'm a cat with wings. ]
Edited 2019-07-12 08:02 (UTC)
tyhius oisd annoiuyiujnhg i jhadf to nuse swoprd serals with thjer rerntalk dswepordf tyop l;eravber anmdf io nasm mdfetyerrmined bto mlighty this incense fgpor yoiu nowa
[ ooc: This is annoying. I had to use sword seals with the rental sword to leave and I am determined to light this incense for you now. ]
[ ooc: This is annoying. I had to use sword seals with the rental sword to leave and I am determined to light this incense for you now. ]
[ this message sends at a notable delay after the one before it. timestamps will show as much. ]
fdponmer
[ ooc: Done! ]
fdponmer
[ ooc: Done! ]
One should never underestimate the beauty of fingers with which to touch the world. Thumbs are one of the most inspiring aspects of our anatomy.
Hands speak without words;
Sketching out silences with fingertips;
Brushing against petals of the orchid in bloom;
The brush painting petals, an orchid that blooms;
The flower heart fading from red, colour bleeds;
Until ghost-like, only white echoes remain.
Hands speak without words;
Sketching out silences with fingertips;
Brushing against petals of the orchid in bloom;
The brush painting petals, an orchid that blooms;
The flower heart fading from red, colour bleeds;
Until ghost-like, only white echoes remain.
Edited 2019-07-12 08:17 (UTC)
thi salcohols terrible
should stop with drinkingbutist a waste
pour one out foryuo
dontworry ill drink yuors to
yo can yu up no can nobb
ganbei
should stop with drinkingbutist a waste
pour one out foryuo
dontworry ill drink yuors to
yo can yu up no can nobb
ganbei
Last night was a mistake.
Note to self, and to you, which is the same thing: do not trust the merchant at Huan Kong Jiu. He will sell you overpriced wine that is not worth the headache.
Note to self, and to you, which is the same thing: do not trust the merchant at Huan Kong Jiu. He will sell you overpriced wine that is not worth the headache.
light reflects off crystal
broken pieces reconnecting
glinting and blinding, cutting like swords
a song hummed in the blood
beating as rain falls on upturned leaves
in bamboo forests far beyond us now.
remember those mornings
where the sky hung low
and the clouds swirled around our feet
spreading wings like cranes
soaring away under the sun's touch
leaving room for gentle shadows
the sounds of music
dancing with the wind?
there is a home there
bamboo, and simple, standing vacant
tidy, clean, empty.
happiness was simple once.
now the moon hangs heavy
over night-dark eaves
and the lanterns, unlit
swing in the cold winds.
broken pieces reconnecting
glinting and blinding, cutting like swords
a song hummed in the blood
beating as rain falls on upturned leaves
in bamboo forests far beyond us now.
remember those mornings
where the sky hung low
and the clouds swirled around our feet
spreading wings like cranes
soaring away under the sun's touch
leaving room for gentle shadows
the sounds of music
dancing with the wind?
there is a home there
bamboo, and simple, standing vacant
tidy, clean, empty.
happiness was simple once.
now the moon hangs heavy
over night-dark eaves
and the lanterns, unlit
swing in the cold winds.
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