There are two roads in this world: the road of life, and the road to the Yellow Springs.
The warmth and bustle of the living world conceal countless attachments people cannot let go of;
In the cracks between yin and yang, lonely souls wander, trapped in the past.
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The living are trapped in the trivialities of daily life, while the dead are trapped by old wounds and unfinished business.
A ferryman of the living world is no god.
Just someone willing to stop, listen to a departed soul’s troubles, and guide them through the final stretch of their journey.
This delivery route linking life and death winds through flickering lights.
Every soul that refuses to leave is waiting for a word of release, waiting for the chance to find peace.
(I’ve been completely immersed in spirit communication lately and wanted to write the story of it that’s been in my heart. Thank you for your support!)
