[A small child kneels before an empty crushed red envelope. Before speaking, she suddenly stands and turns to face you]

Welcome the new year. What is your goal?

[Sunny. A true sky. The young woman shields her eyes. Warm. No scent of something rotting in the wind. She brings her hand down, smoothing out the meaningful right over left folds of her kimono with thin fingers. Different. Not as peaceful, not as funeral. She moves like water. Wandering, flowing, going wherever the next path directs her to move, ( Read more... )

[Certainly this is a pretty hot afternoon! Your throat is parched, your brow covered in sweat... fortunately a young girl is suddenly standing behind you, a pitcher of water and a cup in hand]

Would you like a drink?

[it's just water, surely the price for this is very cheap!]

[Strange, the lights have started to flicker ( Read more... )

[Is the back of your neck tingling? The hairs there raising? Do you get the distinct feeling you aren't alone ( Read more... )

Nothing to see here, move along!