A husband devours his wife, a son offers up his soul. Father and son become one, transforming into an evil creature.
A man kills a monster, then dons its skin. Monster grudges pile upon human grudges, leaving him neither man nor monster.
The one behind the scenes takes the stage, and the one onstage takes her final bow. She wants to govern from behind the throne; she wants to rule from behind the curtain.
What kind of court is this?
Immortals use people to make talismans, while monsters imprison people to eat them.
Demons take people to forge swords, while Buddhas toy with people and turn them into beasts.
Ghosts seek out people to hollow them out, while gods make people cold and heartless.
What kind of world is this?
He, he, he: monsters and immortals become ancestors.
You, you, you: Buddhas and demons fill the skies.
I, I, I: suffering, sobbing, and weeping.
The road, the road, the road: blocked and broken.
The Way, the Way, the Way: profound, profound, complete, complete.
