Spring – The Echo of Loyalty
Every oath is already broken.
The Betrayal at Tenmoku Pass
Still pool after fire,
a name dissolves in the cold,
and nothing is changed.
The Widow’s Circle
Silk burns into smoke,
threads whisper what words cannot,
power hides in grace.
The Monk’s Ledger
Ink weighs down the page,
names fade but their debts remain,
rain keeps the score clean.