Spirit
Carrying an orange bloom flower in one hand, her chain of fate in the other, all she could do was wander aimlessly like a cloud. She had no idea where the flower had come from, but she knew it was important- possibly the key to her death. She knew nothing about her it and she was determined to find out all she could.
She seemed to be in search of something, but what it was she just didn't know what yet.
Her feet would take her to places she could not remember the name of. She expected them to ache and be bruised but they didn't.
She wanted to cry for strange reasons that she could not fathom, even though her eyes would well up.
She wanted to talk to people she passed that looked familiar, but knew they would never see her, never-mind even hear her.
She would reach places and be overcome with such strong emotions it was unbelievable.
She ran from people she saw running in black kimonos, for fear they wanted to kill her. They were fearful creatures, with long and pointy weapons.
All she knew was a name. Ryuu...
Minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, she walked the streets, pursuing whatever it was inside her, the days replaying themselves over and over and over again, timeless as her existence.