Fishing in the Yellow Springs

My grandfather was one of the last secret-keepers in the River Guardians Association.

Here, he once used a fishing rod to suppress something for ninety years.

And now, it’s about to get out.

They say I should run.

But an angler’s rule is simple: once something takes the bait, you never let go of the rod.

So I picked up the River-Subduing Rod my grandfather left behind and began fishing for things that should never be caught

The fifteenth day of the seventh month, under a full moon.

On the Peony Stage of an abandoned theater, I cast my final line.

What I’m fishing for isn’t a vengeful spirit or a curse,

but the one thing no one dares to face

the truth.