[Whoever is writing this is obviously a master calligrapher. The brushwork is smooth and precise, if a bit on the small side...]

I am penning my memoirs, in case someone should happen upon my corpse along this godforsaken beach.

If I ever get my hands on the merchant who sold me that faulty mermaid's coin... [The brushwork becomes bold and angular, ( Read more... )

[The moving painting is the sky, with what appears to be a pale woman with strange red markings that constantly coil and flow across her skin. She lifts her hands, turning them over and studying them intently. How strange! This body was not her own, and yet she was not sure what to make of it. Her head turns towards the book, and she stoops to pick ( Read more... )

[The journal is open and actively sketching the deep blue sky. Every few minutes, animated inky clouds drift across the page. Then there is a sudden close up of a paw as it flings out and hits the page, leaving behind a smeary red pawprint-]


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We search for answers whilst our questions are ambiguous.

Hm.

Where am I?! This isn't Kamiki! This isn't even- WHA? Wh-what's happening?! The sand is disappearing and-

Where did all this green come from!? It looks like my home! But-

........

...Who dares to try and trick Susano, THE GREATEST WARRIOR EVER?! Is this the work of d-d-d-demons? Well, they better beware! I'll slay them all with my mighty sword, ( Read more... )

I haven't had human hands in a long, long time. It feels awkward to write like this, but I have little else to do. The brush does nothing to the sand, and the sand seems to go on fore--

Ah! There's something! The horizon is opening up. That ought to help. All right. But--wait--this doesn't look like Shinshu Field. I leapt through to ( Read more... )