Cozmonika

Oni Kagura
Ancient whispers honor,
creatures of the other world,
shadows weave with light,
masked figures dance,
taiko drums pulse,
echoes of wrath and redemption,
inviting all to witness,
the mystical convergence,
where the living embrace the spirits.

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Oni Kagura

In the caverns of the mind, there resides a duality—light and darkness, order and chaos. This split, this division, shapes our thoughts, our actions, our very being. We navigate the labyrinth of our consciousness, torn between opposing forces, seeking harmony amidst the discord.

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Split Mind

She liked being by the sea. She could endlessly watch waves come and go, carrying away all her troubles and concerns. The sea was her sanctuary, where her restless mind found peace.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she felt a profound calm. The rhythmic sound of the waves whispered to her, revealing that life, like the sea, was a cycle of change and renewal.

Feeling a strange lightness in her chest, she stood and walked into the water. The ocean embraced her, pulling her deeper, as if welcoming her home. Each step felt like shedding the weight of her worries.

The sun’s last rays glinted off the water where she had disappeared, the waves rolling on, indifferent and unending.

She was gone with the tide.

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Gone with the Tide

Life is a struggle; the one who doesn't give up wins. And may the raven show the way.

* In various mythologies, the raven or crow is a symbol of guidance, resilience, and hope.

Fighter

Tick-tock, as volcanoes hum a song so sweet,
Rivers halt, no longer tasting the fleet,
You, akin to them. Yet I, a crow alone,
No glass to shatter, in this realm I've grown.

A tale of yore, where sunlight used to gleam,
I sing where crows soar, in this quiet dream.
I sing, I sing, I sing, with wings unfurled,
A melody that echoes in the underworld.

Someone shot, aiming fear, a piercing dart,
Yet I remain perched, steadfast, in my part.
I'm not like them, I'm a crow, free to roam,
As birds take flight, I find solace in home.

The city hushes, heeding to its demise,
But I soar high, beneath the shadowed skies.

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The Crow

Born at sunset, the princess of moths, a creature of the night, longs for the warmth of the sun and the touch of daylight. With a daring flutter, she ventures beyond her realm, seeking adventure in the unknown. But as darkness whispers her name, she returns, forever bound to her nocturnal throne, a queen of mystery surrounded by devoted fireflies.

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The Princess of Moths

On a silent night, through a lonely forest, there walked a magical deer whose name was Lumin. He walked holding a glowing lantern in its hooves. Ancient trees whispered secrets, and the wind carried spooky tunes. The lantern lighted up the path through a winter storm.

Lost souls from the past lingered in the darkness, and Lumin's lantern helped guide them to a peaceful afterlife. But the Winter Witch, who didn’t want the souls to find peace and calm, sent icy demons to put out the magical light.

Undeterred, Lumin kept going, with its determination shining brightly. He raised the lantern in his hooves high up and the lanterend glew much brighter calling for the Spirit of Solstice, the deer’s magical helper. The sacred light frightened the demons and they escaped.

As the storm calmed, the forest woke up from its icy sleep, bathed in Lumin's gentle light. The lost souls found peace, and Lumin, now the Guardian of the Silent Night, continued its journey.

The Guiding Light on a Silent Night

In the far northern lands, deep in taiga, under the shimmering glow of the polar lights, dwelled a spirit known as the "Owl Woman." Legend spoke of her as the Ghost Bird with her white feathers reflecting the moonlight, and her eyes mirroring the starry Arctic sky. Those who dared to enter her realm were bound to face impending doom to the forgotten tales lingering in the air. Yet, many sought the Bird's mystic wisdom.

One fateful night, a wanderer ventured into an eerie clearing, guided by the Owl Woman's glowing eyes. The Ghost Bird perched upon a gnarled branch. With a voice as soft as falling snow, the bird whispered to him of ancient sorrows, the passage of time, lost love, and the ethereal dance between life and death. Lulled by her haunting tales, the wanderer leaned against a tree and fell asleep, never to awaken.

As dawn neared, the Owl Woman faded into the morning lights, leaving the silent wanderer with the echoes of her stories and a heart now frozen forever.

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