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It was a spring morning across the small pasture, as the two settlers moved across the lawn. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and a light breeze swayed the tall grass from side to side in a sensual manner. Small birds sang monotonously, as the travelers moved across the desolate field.
One of the travelers was dressed in a yellow kimono. She was a young woman, graced with an essence of extreme beauty. Her mahogany eyes peered off into the distance and she smiled, grasping the hand of her small companion.
The child looked impatient from traveling at such early hours in the morning. He had dark hair, unlike his mothers and he walked slowly, almost being dragged by his older mother.
The mother slowed as she came to a large hole in the ground and smiled, noticing the flowers of the shrine that they had placed there earlier that month. Not all the grass had grown in the grave however. There were still patches of dirt scattered across the hole. She turned to her son, who had already, bowed his head in prayer, as this had become a normal routine his whole life.
The mother bowed her head shortly after and closed her eyes, remembering his lost soul. He had begged her to stay and blessed her with more than enough happiness a lifetime could fulfill with another.
I'm living, Miroku, for you, for all eternity…
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