They approached from the east,
(My westward eyes blind),
Like a creeping beast,
With intent to dine.
As they inched ever near,
I lost control of my senses,
Saw the worst of my fears,
A scarecrow so demented.
I hurried away so harrowed,
I could have caught my breath,
I didn't dare look downwind,
At my straw-stuffed death.
I failed to flee the field,
Too afraid to alight,
As I felt the frightful feeling,
Of the frayed beast's might.
My wings now all but clipped,
By this spry bold terror,
Were from my sides now ripped,
Ending Flight's Gold' Era.
As my cruelly bloodied, mangled, muddied still corpse hit the floor,
My winged soul beat me to the heavens...
And then I crowed no more.
A beautiful baby girl was born into wealthy family in Kyoto . However, since birth, this baby had not uttered a sound. This went on for five years. Worried and desperate, the family consulted doctor after doctor with no success, that was until they came upon a fortune teller who told them that the only cure was to feed the girl the fresh liver of a living fetus. This gruesome task was passed on to her nanny who set off on the search after leaving her own similarly aged daughter an "omamori", an amulet for protection.
The nanny’s search for a woman willing to give up her unborn child’s liver lasted for weeks and months before the nanny, tired and weary, reached Adachigahara, where she decided to stay in a cave to wait for pregnant travelers to pass by. Years passed before a lone pregnant woman approached her cave. Desperate, the nanny jumped upon the woman and retrieved the fetus’ liver. Only after accomplishing her goal did she realize that the woman was wearing the omamori she had given her daughter many years ago. Driven insane by this realization, the nanny became a yōkai and from then on attacked passers-by and ate their flesh
Yōkai are like supernatural monsters in Japanese folklore
When I started thinking about the number two, the thought of having two hands for touch and two eyes for sight came up. And well, braille popped into my mind for some reason. So I wrote this out in braille (grade 2 braille), and this was the result. I used quite a few images for all my dots and a few of mine own. Thanks to all, for the images! I love Marie Bee's hands photo, yet I'm thinking that maybe having a finger pointing towards the braille. I think it would make the concept more readable. Please give me your imput. A working project.
little dangling leaf
I thought this could be an interesting character. Here are some thinking points:
.Who is the Whale rider? is it the boy? will he save them?
.Does the whale want to be there? are they companions? is it enslaved?
.Is the Whale rider friendly? or is he going to try and stop the girl?
I thought it could be interesting if the Whale rider turned out to be the boy the girl is searching for, maybe we don't find out until the end? Or maybe he want to try and trap the girl? I dunno, please contribute your own ideas and I hope this inspires you a tad. Keep recording!
'refers to various groups in folklore who were said to change the physical appearance of human beings by manipulating growing children, in a similar way to the horticultural method of bonsai – that is, deliberate mutilation. The most common methods said to be used in this practice included stunting children's growth by physical restraint, muzzling their faces to deform them, slitting their eyes, dislocating their joints, and malforming their bones. The resulting dwarfed and deformed adults made their living as mountebanks or were sold to lords and ladies to be used as pages or court fools'
My theme idea is about the what/why we deliberatly mutilate ourselves, to look good? To fit in? To be different? To be noticed.