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"Once upon a time," said Zhuangzi, "I dreamed that I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi.

"Soon I awoke, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming that I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming that I am a man."

[Once this little bit of ancient wisdom finishes showing on the right side of the page, the left slowly fills with a delicate painting of a man asleep under a tree, a butterfly perched on his head.]

In light of recent events, I believe it important to note that none of the fruits now causing strange effects were grown in the Farm. Our produce is wholesome and may be consumed without fear of incident.

I understand that the Wilderness has changed today: that is regrettable. Yet considering the nature of the change, I dare hope that it may be a lapse, rather than one of the permanent transitions. I plan to descend again tomorrow and see; if any have an interest in exploring the location, they are welcome to join me. I shall particularly appreciate companions who have a deft hand with a brush, or else any who believe they are able to read the carvings and inscriptions.

-- 火

I should like to assure all those who wonder that the contents of the text over my head do not in any way reflect my thoughts, despite appearance to the contrary. Poor diction aside, I cannot imagine why I should invest so much though in wondering what color of hat would best suit each man or woman I meet; nor do I actually mean to set anyone on fire, in case someone sees any reason to credit that accusation.

My utmost apologies for the inevitable distraction.

-- 火

This is unexpected.

[The words are written in haste, a note made while distracted.]

They are hints; and unclear as they are, we should be grateful for the knowing.

A thousand pardons for my absence these past few days, Amurui-qiánbeì, and to any other that I may have unwittingly caused concern to. I have not been entirely well, but am recovered, and shall promptly return to my work.

[Just not going to mention the whole overwork thing. Enough people are getting on his case on that already.]

As for the hourglasses, I will say only this: it is doubtful that a force able to generate such a mark, may be confused or diverted from its purpose by the mere removal of that same mark. And I suspect that you shall be very disappointed if, come the end to the waiting, all others marked will receive some heavenly boon while you will have died of self-inflicted neck wounds.

Patience is a virtue.

-- 火

[A deft and swift hand is sketching across the paper. The image takes form quickly, and when done, looks something like this.

Beneath the rather freakish vision, Huo's neat handwriting:]

Appearances do not necessarily reflect character.

True colors make one wonder.

[OOC: Mod word sez, can see thestrals even if don't remember having seen someone die. Thanks, mods!
Picture not mine, linked with permission. All credit to the original artist.]

The realm is vast and full of wonders. At every turn, a new delight awaits for the eager eye, and much that is tantalizing in its unfamiliarity. Perhaps with so little to see within, the mind is best pleased to seek without; perhaps by walking its length and breadth, a foreign place might become a home.

To impose would be unforgivable, yet I would be glad for the presence of another with me on the road: for the sake of guidance and safety, as well as for the pleasure of company. Stellaris: if one should be find to serve as guide, your presence alongside us would be very welcome.

The list of positions remains a puzzle; all seem equally fascinating. I must not have gotten very much done, in another life.

On another matter: Might I gain the attention of the one known as Dash?

-- 火

[New handwriting today, and it's quite beautiful. Those who read the original Chinese characters might appreciate the skill behind the expert strokes: flawless calligraphy, itself poetry of sorts, yet not slow and cautious but decisive, the writing emerging complete and without hesitation. Those who get a translation miss out on some of the finer points of the art, perhaps, but the effect is the same in every language.]

Warmest greetings to the residents of Edensphere.

This humble servant, the lowest of souls, begs leave to dwell among you and hereby be known, in lieu of a more appropriate name, by the character ‘Huo'.

Although I do not yet know my own measure, and indeed expect that it be the very image of mediocrity, it is my outmost desire to be of some use in the undertakings of the city. I will take up whatever profession is required, and toil in that capacity to the very best of my ability.

Sincerely, I offer my prayers of good neighborhood in the hope that they be accepted in the same spirit in which they were made.

-- 火

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Wisdom at the rivers' crossing

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Entries tagged with c: hawk

二十四 ; èr shí sì

十八 ; shí bā

十六 ; shí liù

十三 ; shí sān

七 - qī

六 - liù

四 - sì

二 ; èr

一 ; yī

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