A Fox's Tall Tales

In white robes, his face pale and wan, his immortal core shattered in a single day. The past is past. It cannot be pursued, should not be pursued, need not be pursued. Yet sometimes the heart betrays us, racing uncontrollably ahead. Grudges and passions may come to an end, but through mountains and rivers, we meet again. Which is cause, and which is effect? Perhaps they were tangled up long ago, impossible to tell apart. Happiness? What happiness? Is fate working against them, or is this redemption? Theme: A blessing in disguise may be a blessing indeed.