Poetry of Cycles (Open) Oct 27, 2018 22:08:36 GMT
Post by Tamamizu on Oct 27, 2018 22:08:36 GMT
"Let us pray today in memoriam to the souls whom have been laid to rest, for only they know true peace in this world of cycles. Every breath we take is a step closer to our own ends... Every joy and sadness we experience is a step closer to oblivion, so let us not cry for the fallen. Let us laugh and celebrate our merriment for life and death, in the hopes that we too can know such bliss..."
It was perhaps a curious sight... A lone, masked Renamon X, clothed in a flower-y kimono; praying before a monument found in the center of the Server Woods as they chanted similar words to the structure. Warm sunlight bathed the patch of nature, she feeling a primal joy in her core.
Tamamizu envied the dead. They cannot feel sorrow, nor will they ever be hurt again. Death was a beautiful thing after all, though so many souls despised the concept of their lives ending early. Tamamizu too also did not wish to expire, not too soon at least... but she did not fear the reaper. If anything, she considered the reaper a close friend; she was happy to assist the force in showing people that it is not a concept to be afraid of. She was a collective... A collective devoted to spreading the same joy she experienced to others by any means.
"I love it, Tamamizu! Why, thank you! I very much appreciate it ~ I've spent a lot of time practicing my poetic side. Really? Me too!" the twin-tailed vixen began to ramble... seemingly to herself. She wasn't loony though! She was her own best friend, and she was many... Therefore, she was never alone! Alas, so few recognize the truth. A shame. A real shame. Really.