The Impermanent One

Black Impermanence of the Underworld, monologue:

Would you be willing to hold her once more and watch the fireworks bloom as they did that year, with the flower market lit as bright as day?

Would you be willing to wait for her beneath the Tianshan Mountains as she kindles a bonfire for you and melts a handful of snow into water?

Would you be willing to sit with her again at sunset and listen to the colors of the sun?

Would you be willing to ride with her beneath the horizon once more, bathed in blood amid the flames of war?

Use your soul as a wager, and gamble on whether you will be annihilated or fall into demonic corruption.

Would you be willing?

A requiem can summon souls, but it cannot ferry away the demons of the heart. A soul-soothing song can still madness, but it cannot tell the whole story of parting and grief.

On the road to the Yellow Springs, beside the River of Forgetfulness, beneath the Bridge of Helplessness, by the Stone of Three Lives.

Wherever it may be, if you are willing, what have I to fear?

I am Impermanence. With lowered eyes, I quietly watch the world's constant change.

^ω^

Cui Ming: "Look up there. What is Uncle Seven trying to pull?"

Bai Ye smiled faintly and stroked Cui Ming's silver hair. "A Ming, you know."

Cui Ming bashfully lowered his head, cheeks flushed. "Uncle Seven wants to use a serious blurb to drag the cheerful story back onto the path of serious drama. This is just a reckless comedy wearing the guise of a serious drama. Uncle Seven is fooling himself, and has gone a little mad."

Bai Ye nodded helplessly. "A Ming, it's good to be a little foolish sometimes."

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