one dusk, as dark threads crossed the sky, a talking crane visited a man in dream. air whirled as the crane landed. he said when the west wind raises the dragon, you will pass through the ninth door of water; once imparted the crane flew away.
season upon season, the man contemplated the crane's words. as the many years passed, on the nineteenth day of the second month, the man died.
it is said each year during the final two weeks of february, his large family, a great many soldiers and friends gather at a long waterfall. though rare, at dusk, if a few natural phenomenons occur, they celebrate his formidable presence. it was a good death. ciximage.jpg (17.5 KB)
♥Master, ten thousand Спасибо
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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