Forgetful Laughter, Flowers of the Underworld

This is an old abandoned project. Enter at your own risk. When I awoke from the endless chaos, I knew that the Yellow Springs had failed. They had spent decades plotting and scheming, forcibly bringing me out from the depths of the Yellow Springs and searching for a new body for my rebirth. My family background and appearance had all been carefully chosen, of course. But though I could escape natural disasters, I couldn't escape human calamity. In the end, it had still failed... When I awoke, I was nothing but a wandering soul, facing the apologetic face of a strange woman. She said, "I owe you. I should have taken care of you, but I can't look after you now... I'll give you a body, though it's already worn out and won't last long. Time is short, and I can't find another one in time... Don't blame me. I can't let the people of the Yellow Springs find you. Don't blame me..." It seemed my spirit had been forcibly submerged in water. Gradually it was engulfed, the cold, bitter water pouring into my mouth and nose... I vaguely remembered this undrinkable taste... It was the water of the River of Forgetfulness...