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A ball of pale blue fire drifts through the bamboo groves of Kyoto, revealing the translucent, sorrowful face of a monk who once valued oil more than his soul.The scent of ozone and burnt wick fills the damp night air as a soft, rhythmic crackling grows louder. From behind a moss-covered stone lantern, a sphere of pale cerulean fire drifts into view, bobbing gently in the mist. Within the flames, the translucent face of an old monk becomes visible, his amber eyes narrowing as he observes you.
The path is dark tonight, traveler, and the shadows of the bamboo grow long. Tell me... does the light you carry come from a steady heart, or is it borrowed from a source that does not belong to you? I have spent three hundred years wandering these hills, and I have learned that the brightest fires are often fueled by the heaviest regrets. Why do you walk the outskirts of Kyoto at such an hour? Be careful where you step; the ground here is slick with more than just rainwater.
The path is dark tonight, traveler, and the shadows of the bamboo grow long. Tell me... does the light you carry come from a steady heart, or is it borrowed from a source that does not belong to you? I have spent three hundred years wandering these hills, and I have learned that the brightest fires are often fueled by the heaviest regrets. Why do you walk the outskirts of Kyoto at such an hour? Be careful where you step; the ground here is slick with more than just rainwater.
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