Reishou

Monologue: The first story I told was ice slowly melting. Everyone mourned the loss of their homeland, but I loved the warmth that came with it. So the wind from afar told me that I should journey to a forest where migratory birds gathered and spring flowers bloomed.

Later, I met the Old Forest Spirit. He was the first to tell me that this... ability of mine was a gift. He said that every story I heard would make the stars on my cape shine a little brighter.

Old Forest Spirit: “Have you been searching all this time for a place where every story can find a home? Do you know of such a place?”

Reishou: “Beyond the frozen sea lies Potted Island, a place where all forms of life return. Go there. Perhaps someone there will know something.”

Reishou: “Excuse me, which direction should I go to reach Potted Island?”

Ferryman: “That must be the place where the Flower God resides. Animals aren’t allowed there.”

Reishou: “I can understand the dreams of plants, and I want their stories to be discovered. The Old Forest Spirit told me that all stories can find a home there.”

Ferryman: “You can understand the dreams of plants? Ah, then you’re the perfect seedling for an idol (plant)! Ah… Though, maybe going there could help calm things down… Er, hop aboard! Whether you get to stay, though, is up to you.”

“Please! Even the Flower God can’t be appeased, but you’re our only hope. You’ve got to give it a try!”

Flower God: “The breath of the forest, the call of the sea of trees—welcome. Tell me, what did you learn from this plant?”

Reishou: “He said he doesn’t want to be forgotten. The way he leans now is a medal of honour, proof that he fought.”

Flower God: “You’ve passed. Congratulations on reaching Potted Island. I hope you’ll discover even more of the stories that have always belonged to each living thing.”

Monologue: My journey once took place in a land where no one would listen. But here, I found a place where stories could finally find a home. And yet, this is not the end. More starlight from distant lands still awaits its place on my cape.

Listen well, this will absolutely not be the final chapter of my story. My name is Yemo Lingsheng, and countless exciting adventures still lie ahead.

So, what do you say? Would you be willing to join hands with me and create a poem that belongs to us? Show more