THE MIMIC - BOOK 2 ARCHIVE

KODAMA LWC - (2/6/22)

'Tis a fascination, a pool of spirituality, channelling each droplet of oddity in spite of waiting for the catastrophic night they'll emerge high and low. Pandemonic tranquility to say the least in the meantime. Above the path hung the fine oriental lanterns, its hue inscribing vaulted phantasmagoria pervaded by salted, aqueous air.

The grains of sand hiding the cloth of a desert which stuck onto the green sandals of the tiny entity nodding their head along to the odd cacophonic gale, the winds that unequivocally carry its piercing sharpness aided by the roaring typhoon embedded with storms and penetrating lightning straight from the assembly of mighty eight million kamis. Together, the incessant typhoon and the fearsome storm of the earthly world and the spiritual world accompanied by their great masters, Fuujin and Raijin, made its way to seep under the green sandals of the tiny yokai, Kodama.

The pool of spirituality, Yoki town, was the destination that Kodama frequently tended. Why, they seemed to be nodding to the path and directions of the breezy wind on chilly, blossoming welcome at the outskirts of Yoki town under the guidance of March's spring. Their round head was hinged by a large grin on their face, a grin that showed their rows of teeth which was clearly to be even bigger and wider than that of any Seven Lucky Gods. How peculiar and ironic of course as they seemed to have no eyes.

Perhaps this quenched the thirst of answer for other yokais in the town, which formed a lasting impression that even under her unformidable jurisdiction, the sharpness and scrutinising gaze of hers was casted upon the tiny body as her scales act as a durable shield which slithered and acted as a forbidding barrier against the intruders of the boundary and the skeletal bridge. Now, the faith within each individual comprises humanity from the archaic scrolls to the modern civilisation thriving in the streets of the urban metropolitan. The belief and bonds between the living and the dead, the spiritual and the earthlings. Perhaps their origins should be taken into the account as the unfolding tales of this little yokai is indeed an intriguing one, as in the broadest sense, it is the positive charge of kami that sprung the petals of the negative charge of the yokai's body, resulting in a sporadic, intertwining vitality amongst the thousands of uncountable tales.

In the unfolding chapters and the records of historical aspects, beyond the isles and the terrestrial grounds of human civilisation, the great heaven is a frequent destination to a myriad of kami and spiritual deities. Tore pages, once composed and pieced again, orchestrated a story of the kami in the following chronology. The grinning deity was once a notable kami, though a minor and excluded one. They brightened many with laughs and little adorable grins across the terrains of heaven. Prospering the world with delight and happiness from grinning and making jokes. The deity taught humans of many things, and expected nothing in return except that *sweet, sweet faith.* "Oh your thirst for the faith of those humans..." One called out. "As if you tend to follow them everywhere with that hope shining on your face." The kami grinned with a widened smile, their eyes twinkling and said. "We all desire for that, do we not?"

"In this world, we live by the faith of humanity. Oh, and would you take a look at great Amaterasu! Her warm brilliance painted such a glowing and admiring radiance for us and humans dwelling in the scarcity of the fruits of what we inhabit. The river, mountains, earth, trees and sacredness embodied and shape taken from Gods' wills." Said the kami, still grinning. "Even if you are like me, and even if I am like you. You still don't understand, do you? It's hm...almost a chance of do or die for us, yes, including you hehehe."

"Who knows if one day I'll be able to walk on the surface of the earth without having to witness the surroundings around me. Oh, who knows if one day I'll actually lose faithful wanderers and earthlings." The grinning deity continued without a halt. "Surely, nothing could come across my way. Either way, I'll stick to the customs of humans. I'll be one with them, definitely, and as they should be with me! I'll follow them and provide comfort and company in return for their faith and prayers." The rest of the kami burst out into laughter, clearly this one is mad just as their eerie grin is. They thought and slowly left the grinning kami under the shower of moonlight, only left was a dwelling spirit that slowly assumed a humanoid form and joined the kami, still grinning and facing down solemnly.