mammaterasuโ / AMATERASU .
ย ย ย ย all his colours have waned,ย ย they have faded into near obscurity against the sheer ocean that wrapped itself and bubbled all about her form.ย there is longing.ย there is sadness.ย ย there is a sense that he has already accepted his forlorn fate,ย consigned himself to the bleak beginnings of autumn that shall lap about his ankles and cloak his shoulders.ย it moves her greatly,ย unknots an old,ย fabled fear she has locked up tight.ย ahย โย ย to be forgotten would be a cruel end,ย indeed.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โย i have many names.ย โย ย she spoke plainly with all the rushing grace of a babblingย brook knitted between every syllable.ย dark eyes shift slightly,ย her gaze remains untouched yet ever endless.ย it was as if the sheer expanse of her very being was held back by what mortal bones she inhabits now.ย ย ย ย โย ย amaterasu ย - ลmikami is my calling.ย โย ย
ย ย ย ย ย she wonders if he remembers what it is like to be eternal.ย to be cracked and archaic.ย to know the creaking bones that jut out of the earth.ย maybe he remembers her name,ย maybe he remembers the songs the voices of the past once sang,ย with all their throats partly parched and their eyes so terribly wizened.ย ย
ย ย ย ย ย back and forth,ย back and forthย ;ย the pulsing heart of divinity reaches ever onwards.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โย ichimoku renย โฆย what stories do you have to tellย ?ย what have you seenย ?ย ย โ
ย ย ย ย TO BE IN THE PRESENCE of the Sun Goddess herself ! his clawed fingers hesitate upon white fur, a question of decency, before handing out one more gentle caress and letting go.ย
ย โย Ah. . . Once we may have called each other family. But that was so long ago. . .ย โ He does not miss Takamagahara, that distant heaven where upon all the gods looked down at Japan in wonder. He has always rejected their ways, preferred to be here, where he is the gale that seeps through every breathing thingโs bones, its structure, its skin. Once he was a chaotic element that even heaven looked down upon, but he has since been humbled . . .
And now ? What was he now but a shadow of his former glory ? No Fujin riding on his great cloud. Does she know it so, without his saying ? Still, he aches forย some semblance of respect for his seniority.
Ren stands back up, another tired sigh unwittingly tumbling past his lips as he plucks a freshly bloomed flower from the earth along with him. โย Goddess, I have so many tales, I would struggle on only what few I did not have to share.ย โ Lifting a hand, his bandages cascade forward in an arc as he pushes a low branch out of their way, revealing a warm cliffside where the view of the forested valley and once-existed village below met with the watery coast.ย
โย But if I am to speak with you so long, wonโt you speak to me on equal ground ? In a more familiar, two-legged form ?ย ย โ