Ryukaki

Turbulance, a shaking sound like sunlight against a humming sheet in the wind. A septic sort of feeling; unhinged from its own whirling source to crash against walls in bitter defiance. As rosepetals, as butterflies, as birds at flitting flight amidst the summer skies; as raindrops or dark clouds casting a miasmic but euphoric glare. As though boxed inside, with six walls that spoke just whispers to the endless space around. Timid, and protracted, never browsing subjucation as option nor concept. Expressed; insignificant, dull, worn, timid, insipid, stale and shadowed. Concealed; painful, caustic, aching, afflictive, dire, and raw. To ho

Fin Ameriz Callibrar. Age 33. Caucasian Male. Born 2017 A.D., to Dr. Tarou Callibrar, and Marie Ameriz. These were the first things his eyes read, and the first things he comprehended before it dawned on him that he wanted to read no farther. Unbelieving eyes beseeched Khryis as they drew up tentatively from the pages of the documents below. He could tell that the figure staring back at him from a place in the past was the him he had been searching so impatiently for. Like a moth to flame he had been drawn here, and the reflections that danced in the hard eyes of Khryis standing before him told that this had all been the idea. Remorseless and