Its raining or shining. Its chaotic, it’s calm. Regardless, there are always more ups than downs.

What you ignore stays. Simmers, stews, and marinates. Now, a concentrate.

260 years and the Shogunate empire falls. Who to? A group of ambitious, mid ranked samurai from the outer feudal domains. A new rule, a new symbol.

How are you? What is the temperature of your core? Does it read grateful?

The winds change. Each breeze brings something different. Clean, foul, mysterious. And it passes.