My first time among the blooms
I remember the day when I first beheld the bloom. It was on this night, when the sun and moon have equal share of the eternal cosmos, locked in their endless dance across the sky, that I spied the sacred blossoms out amongst the hemp, shining like be...
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I remember the day when I first beheld the bloom. It was on this night, when the sun and moon have equal share of the eternal cosmos, locked in their endless dance across the sky, that I spied the sacred blossoms out amongst the hemp, shining like beams of moonlight kissed by the setting sun. As I plucked one from the earth, still wet with the morning dew, it offered me a glimpse of what lies beyond perception.
All around, I could see the web of fate spread out before me – innumerable, luminous strands intertwined with one another – each a whole lifetime of wisdom and experience and love and regret. As I gazed into the depths of each, my eyes drawn to the endless stories they held, a strange ripple cascaded across the web. I looked up and at their center, I beheld a strange creature: a coal black spider with the face of a man.
As I watched the industrious weaver go about his business, his gaze fixed upon me. I asked him to find me the most interesting and beautiful stories in the all the world. His smile disarmed me. He told me some things are beyond human comprehension, and that when I wake, all I have witnessed here will be like a dream. My vision blurred and I found myself once gain standing among the fields, with only a hazy recollection of all the splendors I had witnessed among weaver’s web.
