One hundred and eight lives ended a hundred and eight souls taken by order of the Shogun after claiming to hear of the gods will. The Shogun called carpenters and priests he called monks and puppeteers his plan spread only through whispers and as days turned to nights and the moon to the sun. The blood of one hundred and eight local people killed to dye the wood of thirteen puppets giving their cherry wood exoskeleton a light red tint. Seven years later and six of the thirteen died but so is the Shogun hung by his intestines strung along the trees with your siblings. As you floated down the river dyed red of innocence all you can remember is cursing the name of a demon, Yamato No Orochi.

Awakening wind pushes on your… to call what you have skin is inaccurate what you have is more of a shell but you use it to feel none the less, you feel the wind you may even be able to feel that this wind is cold. You know what you look like because you know feel air along your perimeter but your eyes cannot see neither ears hear nor nose smell but you can feel the air and you can feel things move towards, away from you, around you you can even feel the vibrations of speech, higher pitched and quiet to the shakes of nature. Approaching woman: ”Huh, were you one of the thirteen graces? Ah yes, you’re Susanoo the seventh!… A shame this is what’s come of such a work of art.” The fluctuations in her volume and tone brings the assumption of remorse.