For a story to be written, one must first prepare a canvas for the foundation.

A touch onto the first page. Whatever manner of events shall be written onward?
Amidst the dream, My heart yearned for the birth of a new tome.

Countless histories from the past are penned, stacked upon many layers.
These books can be read through said layers, the contents visible whenever, whichever.
Within each soul and body, each flow of water, the land itself, and every twinkle of the stars. Within everything. Each memory braided and passed onto the present.

New patterns were woven one after another onto the surface.
The patterns are names, a single shape symbolizing the very moment itself.

“δ”

Touching upon the chirography ever so shifting, deciphering the message it echoes, understanding by intuition, engraving it into another stroke on the book. The first words are the foundation of the great earth. Therein follows water and wind, nurturing life, thus – you were born.

From the primordial garden – the grass, the flowers, insects, butterflies, birds, through the trees they interweave, life in full bloom yet withering, the great winds delivered onto the land carrying a stroke of the brush once more, birthing, prospering, dying, reborn unto a new seed, the story penned as a memoir of those who once lived, on and onward. An unending journey, still being woven.

What we are about to read, are the stories of our predecessors, to be passed on and inherited by the children of the future.

“Good morning, my dear, one and only child.”

The words of our forebears, gifts to those who live today. Able to be received by all.

･゜*・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*・゜(n‘∀‘)η゜・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゜・*!!!!

A tale continuing onto the future. Come along. Let us all sing together. You know naught to draw? Rest assured, it is not as difficult as you think. Just like breathing, it will all reside in your footsteps. Joy, comfort, sadness, suffering. Even if those sounds may not be heard.

Your one and only heartbeat makes this world shine. Akin to the countless stars high above. Thus I shall lay here in silence, a vigil of the cosmos’ beautiful melody.