For Posterity. I will edit these into friendly reading fashion later.
As you walk along the beach looking for the materials Satoshi seems to think “may be” strewn along the shore you find a strange looking outcropping of rock. It juts out at a weird angle into the sea, and the confluence of the soft tides swirl below it. The breeze is strong hear and all outlying influences seem to be quite far away. It seems a good place to center yourself and look within for clarity or the words to molify the at odds concerns of your fellows.I’ll walk out to the very edge of the outcropping and sit down, letting the sound of the waves drown out all the other noise on the beach, as well as the noise in my head Your thoughts, now weightless and unburdened, fall away like the ever more distant sounds from the world around you. A growing sense of the presence of another fills your emptied mind and you bring your consciousness forward to find that you are now sitting on a rocky escarpment on the edge of some high above cliff. Sitting infront of you is your brother Shin. He comes to consciousness as you do. “Osamu….. I did not expect to see you in such a manner. I had thought these abilities were something you had yet to learn.” He smiles with genuine suprise and affection and continues, “it warms the heart that our kharmic link is strong enough that we can speak this way. My letter was by neccessity cryptic, but now i have the chance to say what i could not leave exposed on a scroll.” His smile fades,“I sense something is amiss, there is something about you that feels….off….what is wrong little brother ?” “Shin!! I was so worried about you!” “But…” Osamu’s eyes close shut tight for a second and than open again. “Something terrible has happened. And its my fault.” “You always seek to blame yourself for actions and results that are not entirely yours Little Crow. But i do sense something. Please tell me what you feel that you have done, these terrible things ?” “If it is within my knowledge and experience i wish to help you in this moment of crisis. I regret not being near you more often.” “There was a village – and these spider things took it over… Kumo, I think? We tried to help but they trapped us. Their leader was huge… you wouldn’t believe how big.” “Some creature from one of the Spirit Worlds i can safely assume ? Malevolent beasts ?” “One of my companions… friends, one of my friends – he bought our freedom and the village’s by giving the spiders other people. So many other people.” A tear runs down the side of Osamu’s face. “I should have stopped him.” Shin’s eyes focus towards you, in a discerning fashion. “A life bought for with the life of another can cause a great imbalance in the Chi of a person, it can damn them to a spiral of darkened kharma and despair.” “Though you should have stopped him, you didn’t.” “What were your thoughts at that moment. Fear obviously, but fear for yourself alone ?” “When i look at you i do not see a man who is guilty of only wanting to save himself. I see a man, a young man who was in fear of the great beast before him, in fear for his friends lives’ and those of the good people around him.” “I couldn’t think. I was stuck. Trapped in my mind. I failed them. Kuma most of all.” “Then you must accept this failure. Contemplate upon why you became “stuck” and how, in the future you may free yourself from such fear, and the borders of your on mind and soul." “I have to warn them, Shin!” “The most important lesson from failure is that it is not always in one’s own control, and that it may happen again. Knowing these two things can help you reflect upon it and to teach oneself the courage to face failure and meet it when it’s happens.” “Yes you must. And i have faith that you will.” Shin’s bald pate beads with sweat. “You are in a strange and unknown place yes ?” Osamu glances around like he had forgotten. “Oh, yeah. Some island that’s trapped between realms or something.” “The reality of your situation is far graver than you think Little Crow.” Shin’s left hand lowers to adjust his saffron robe and support his side. “Your dilemna, your crisis of moral certainty. It is not set my brother. Time…. You have time. A gift born from your unpleasant circumstances. One of three gifts that you possess that you can use to save your fellows and balm your gravely wounded conscience of the troubles you face….” Shin clutches his side, and his face is wrung in a spasm of momentary pain. It is only then that you notice the saffron of his robes is soaked with crimson blood, seeping over his fingers. He continues, with heavier breathing, “the island you are on. The place, it is not as it seems. It is fueled by the desires and fears of those who find themselves there. Be wary Little Crow.” “Shin!!” Osamu lurches toward his brother, eyes wide. “What happened to you?” “The two other gifts you possess…. You have failed, stalled, acted against your own best wishes….failure implies, it shows, that your fate is not bound to some unknown plan or dictate. You have control over your own actions, your own destiny. You can change the world.” He thrusts a hand out. “Do not try to touch or approach me !” “My body, it is done now. My fault, a choice i made. Trying to understand that which i knew was anathema to my life.” “Do not worry little brother. Your fate and your choices are in your own hands, your will can change that which you think is immutable. Nothing is written that is not written by a man’s own hand. And ink can always be washed away.” His eyes roll back and his face grow’s paler. He whispers. “The other gift…….is my love and respect for you……the good and moral man you have become………your true inner strength……rise beyond your fears……beyond pain……..wake…….up……….” “If that’s true that means I can save you, Shin. Just tell me what to do! Tell me…” He fades away, the wind whispers. “Your are still dreaming Little Crow” You are alone on the rocky out cropping on the beach. The azure waters reflecting the full moons light. The moon shimmers. It blinks.
The Protector walks over towards where you solemnly sit. “My frienth youth should speath to Theong (Seung/Song, however we spell it).” His fur along his neck and back ruffle slight as his inhuman ears dart different directions. “Movemenths of time are transi-th-ory in thith world and only the dreamths of Love and Connection truly matter. Your chanth to leavth will not passth without you.” He smiles and shifts form into that of a bat and flies towards a Palm tree near the shore where Satoshi no walks looking though the wreckage
As you sit on the beach gathering some of the old and split wooden ship frames Satoshi noted may be useful a strong breeze rushes past behind you. For a second you feel the cold and slick sleet of a winter storm, but as you rearrange your stance you feel the late night heat of the desert isle. Your scarf flickers in the wind and you hear a soft and sibilant whisper coming from the rocks close to the shore. Words….