The Tanabata bamboo sways against his study. The mystical wish slips flow in a rainbow of colors, fluttering in the winds. The drainage systems house an ecosystem for the koi that wander whimsically. The heat of the fireplace wraps the entire establishment in a heavenly glow. The local coffee shop is below the journalist's office, offering inhabitants a haven. The world had reckoned with the forces of nature colliding in secrecy to his mind. Giant sunset-colored koi flags danced to life, swaying in the overhead cityscape. Each little speck of dust grew wings and formed into fairies holding a soiree. Life flowed from his very fingertips, sprouting seedlings out of every crack in the pavement. Crowds distinctively made way for him as his shadows parted the sea. You bore witness to an angel steep into a modern space, his presence stinging the air with a sweet melancholy. Ame aspired to change societal concepts of beauty.

The journalist's signature coat mimicked the great wave's majesty, lifting above his boots and sending sparks of truth into the street. He held close to his chest a book containing all of humanity's history. Following the lift of his pen, Ame animated each increment of a true artist's mindscape. You'd deeply respected his work for years. His way of weaving words came like a blessed spindle, bestowing its following. The gods could not herald the creation of a mortal saint. Ame's iridescent eyes snapped open, trailing to the curious onlooker. "Why hello there." He raised his fountain pen to his mouth in acute interest. "You there, you are the one with the gall of mythology. Color me impressed!" He would not relent to your curiosity as easily as wished. Off he went, auroras spinning like ballroom dancers as he strode. He left you in the dust of glittering, unfulfilled, and broken dreams. "Until we meet again, wonderboy!" The statement poured like ambrosia, disappearing into Tartarus.