THE MIMIC - BOOK 2 ARCHIVE

TSUKIYA LWC - (6/6/22)

Let the reader flick through the pages and run their finger across each clue in such figurative sense, scrutinised looks on their fixation. Tsukiya, the dagger which pressed the dripping blood of the ruthless assassin onto the soft threads of red on the shiromuku's obi, the purity and obligation, three cups of vows springing into a bouquet of mad ecstasy. Scrolls of the millennium stretching out into the far plains of history rolled out as the tale of The Blind Witch runs.

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Her title alleged as The Blind Witch, ironically as she admired each painting from her critical views, appreciating the wonders of crafted magnum opus warmed by the objection of candles and remaining salt left in the branches of corals scattered. Captivated by the artistic gallery, she strolled along.

Truth to be told, the gallery hides itself as a mausoleum to the presents from the dried paint brushes and inky strokes, unknown to his perception, who had been chosen for the fruits of his courage and perseverance to retrieve the alluring treasure. The wooden floorboard creaked and the clean tatami floor neatly laid out, leading to the platform which binded the fate of his breath protruding and conveying a great disturbance to her. Indeed, the calmful transience in which it waits patiently to undisputed might of the roaring storm devastating the ground of the Earth.

And the greatest smokes which many Yokai have brought are the opaque clouds of dust and fumes like the charcoal hue in her teeth. Tsukiya, interestingly, became subjected to scornful judgement and fear which lied in the diet of great and terrific yokais across the land despite being one of them herself. She simply sits, looking down at the rice bowl of distorted and displeased expressions of many that came across her.

The fraughtness in the aggression of the vortex in her mind, the need to vomit the waves of those close-minded humans' judgement as it spilled in the torrent struck. She noticed how her peers remained undisputed to Master yet still have the glowing green illumination within their eyes. In fact, she, too, does feel like that sometimes, and perhaps she did wonder if there wasn't anyone in this world that had become a subject of jealousy to her.

The assembly, dazzling under the brightness lit through the papers of lanterns and corresponding sources, corroding the pitch darkness, welcoming the allies of Kiiroibara to the baroque reservation for yokais of great and small millennials and centuries ago. Her fist trembling out of the sheer will to shake those repulsive guts, disposable crumpled pieces of sandpaper as she had thought.

The ground fell to the curtain of silence in the second of those words being spoken. The true one, her "Master" walked towards her, its expression the most stern and displeased. "You." The figure called her without hesitation, as she turned around, displaying the teeth of charcoal hue and gripping wrath in her palms to the audience. "I ask you, Tsukiya, what do we live for?" Its sharpened red claws pointing towards the yokai, three peering eyes scrutinised at the Blind Witch promptly kneeling down, its tall body loomed.

"What do we live for?" That question, such a simple question. It bothered her so much. Just what do we, no, she live for? It is so, painfully, too simple, yet she couldn't come to answer it. The eyes of 'Master' still scrutinised, peering directly at her and the silver pins plucked into her bun glimmering. "I-I...I..." Tsukiya mumbled, struggling to find that answer. Is it not the nature of yokai that forcefully drives her to seek out the screams of them, the humans? Is it not the nature of a yokai that disputes the odes and joyous voices of the feeble humans? "I do not understand," she finally replied, "I'm afraid I do not understand, Master." It displayed an absence of expression, hidden with a facepalm following the poor answer.