~~⠠⠙⠑⠌⠔⠁⠰⠝"Rakshasa"⠝⠕⠊⠞⠁⠝⠊⠞⠎⠑⠠⠙~~

[Cherry Blossom]

Rakshasa's harmonic symphony reaches the 'Maimed Voice'.

Surprise. Your song shakes the very fabric of the Void. We can hear yours and yours can hear ours symphony.

Worry. Your birth, created to pierce the hearts of our very being. Anger and fury for our very being in your wake as you swim in our void. We, 'I' have seen, heard, felt the song that is carried by you in our void. Your wrath, your anger, your fury, it is ever present. The Abyss is not our 'brethren'. Our 'brethren' are not the Abyss. We understood, 'The Sour Chorus' does not. Our 'brethren' are blind, unable to see. Their being wishes to repeat the 'Song of the Past'. The Abyss does not sing of destruction. The Abyss does not sing of dominance. The Abyss sings of 'co-existence'.

Harmony. The Pale Vessel and your Being have brought joy to our children. Our grip lessened, their minds willing. Humanity, a necessity. We listen, we watch, we learn. Your sword close to our heart, yet, no fear, no danger. Our 'Brethren', see 'Us' as lesser. 'The Song of the Past' overwhelming the 'Void of the Green Veil'. They don't listen, they don't see. Their existence, a danger to the survival of the Abyss. We, 'I' see, listen, watch.

'My' vision differs. 'My' being differs. Swim, sword. Plunge thy tip into the Sour Chorus. They will be the undoing of Our existence.