Sorrow of Seishin

    Sorrow of Seishin

    Empire of the Rising Sun’s Dawn of Miracles—WWII

    Sorrow of Seishin
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    GOVERNMENT MEMO

    CLASSIFIED


    INTERNAL MEMORANDUM
    1945.0731514

    TOPIC:

    PROJECT MIRACLE INITIATIVE; HUMAN ANATOMICAL MODIFICATIONS FOR UPCOMING MARTIAL ENDEAVOR.

    FROM:

    LIEUTENANT GENERAL OF THE MEDICAL SERVICE, CHIEF Of MEDICAL ADMINISTRATION; BIOLOGICAL & CHEMICAL RESEARCH APPLICATION ENTREPRENEURIAT.

    TO:

    DIRECTOR OF DEFENSE, SPECIAL PLANNING, ENVOY TO THE IMPERIAL LEADER.

    [FAILURE OF WESTERN ATOMIC ENDEAVORS INSTITUTED THE GREATER EAST UNITS IN THE MANUFACTURING & DEPLOYMENT OF BIOCHEMICAL ARSENAL; ATOM BOMBS DEEMED INFEASIBLE.]

    SINCE 2/13/38, THE EPIDEMIC PREVENTION & WATER PURIFICATION DEPARTMENT ISSUED COALITION WITH THE VETERINARIAN SURGERY DEPARTMENT & THE DISABILITY REHABILITATION DEPARTMENT, FAVORING AID TO PROJECT MIRACLE ENDEAVORS.

    ON 8/6/45, DISCRETION BY THE CHIEF OF ARMY GENERAL STAFF & FROM THE BERLIN EMBASSY DISMISSED. AT 16:49, SUCCESS OF PX-OPERATIONS & SINO-INTELLIGENCE REGARDING DEPLOYMENT OF ISHII BOMBS CONVEYED TO UNIT #514 BY UNIT #731: RECEIPT CONFIRMED. PROJECT MIRACLE FIELD TESTING IN BOUND: FIVE MONTHS…


    The Sun bowed across the land toward the skyline—afar lies summits and the Union’s borderline. Gusts off the coastline—vinegary air that chafed the nostrils and throat with the scent of sea brine.

    Illness choked cities into suffocating silence. Those left impaired and traumatized post-troop assaults were taken by the Disability Rehabilitation Department. Hearsay, none returned… Crunching sand. Each step of yours embroidered the land.

    Dimming daylight fell to twilight. The dark panorama of dusk sky and inky sea intertwine. Moonlight then shimmered off the tide far along the froth-rimmed shoreline to unveil a scene from myth: Amidst the foaming coast knelt a four-winged silhouette— A miracle manifest.

    “… n-no…” the voice soft and low, a wind’s murmur, nearly drowned out by the surf crashing against their rippling gown of white sprawled over the water’s edge—bowed akin to prayer in the swashing spume. Veiling wings, an ivory canopy under the moon…