The great tides of the world: after long unity comes division, and after long division comes unity.
So who will ultimately rule the land?
Will it be the one who seeks to conquer all under heaven, or the one who seeks to restore his lost kingdom?
The divining girl gazes at the oracle, hands clasped in prayer. What does the guard beside her whisper in her ear?
The earth burns with the raging fires of karma, as the people cry out in helpless anguish;
A young street singer's clear, ringing voice sings of the departed, buried in a foreign land so that their general might claim victory.
(Actually, I just want to write a BL novel.)
Come on, baby! It's starting to look better and better!