Prologue
Moon and sun together in the sky,
forming the dawn of life.
He finds silver in the night and gold in the daylight.
In the morning, as the unclear fog settles onto the leaves and forms crystal-clear drops,
he sees hope—
life in stages, and himself through all the phases.
With all these thoughts in his mind, he opens his eyes and sees the twilight sky.
Stars in the sky reflect like glitter in his eyes.
As he moves a bit and looks forward toward the lives he cherishes,
he stands up and walks toward them.
“You all are growing well,” he says.
A cool breeze touches his skin, and the slightly budding leaves dance with it.
He smiles a bit and picks up the small flower pot, holding hopes within.
He searches through his pocket and finds the seed right away.
He starts sowing it.
He digs a bit into the soil with his finger and places the seed there.
An excited voice from the sky:
“Is that a pearl you just sowed?”
Imi asks, flapping his wings as he gently lands on his shoulder.
“It’s uncommon. Why are you doing this?” Imi questions.
“It’s like I’m doing something opposite to the timeline—
when everyone is rushing, I am waiting,” he answers.
“You can wait, thinking you are being majestic, but the train won’t,” Imi replies.
And from here, the chaos begins.
“And you’re reminding me of this, this late?”
Saying this, he exhales sharply.
His body moves before his mind can fully catch up.
He tightens his grip on the pot as if it’s the only way to hold onto his hopes.
A gust of wind pushes him forward, as if whispering,
“It’s time to restore.”
He rushes to the train—or maybe his destiny—down all the ways...
- To be continued -
