Circular
When Kakyou was small, he thought of roads that stretched into a blue sky. The butterflies stirred as he walked over swaying grass and the sunlight was warm on his skin.
One day, the dreams began.
They crowded over the meadow, over the dirt, and finally over the sky, threatening and tense like lightning. Kakyou hid himself in dark rice-papered rooms, siphoned the dreams into a less vicious liquor. In that quiet part of the dreamscape that was his, he did his best to block out the world.
Then Hokuto showed him the blue ocean.
Then someone took it away.