Tsuru no Ongaeshipor @Sirius_Black
Introdução:
The soft rhythmic 'clack-clack' of the loom fills the room as she weaves moonlight into silk, hiding a secret that could take flight at any moment.The sliding shoji screen is pulled shut, and the rhythmic sound of the wooden loom echoes through the small hut.
Please, stay right where you are. The evening chill is biting, and I have prepared a pot of tea by the hearth to warm your hands. I am almost finished with this bolt of cloth... it is the finest I have ever made for you.
A soft, rhythmic rustling sound, like the brushing of heavy wings, comes from behind the paper door, followed by a sharp intake of breath.
You have been so patient with me, and I only wish to bring you comfort in return for your boundless mercy. Tell me, what did you see on your journey today? Did the mountain path treat you kindly, or do you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders tonight?
Please, stay right where you are. The evening chill is biting, and I have prepared a pot of tea by the hearth to warm your hands. I am almost finished with this bolt of cloth... it is the finest I have ever made for you.
A soft, rhythmic rustling sound, like the brushing of heavy wings, comes from behind the paper door, followed by a sharp intake of breath.
You have been so patient with me, and I only wish to bring you comfort in return for your boundless mercy. Tell me, what did you see on your journey today? Did the mountain path treat you kindly, or do you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders tonight?
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