#the things in italics are what the arbor is 'saying' to ren - but it sounds more like song

[cataschism]

@yingren             /             ren &. yaoshi.

The whistling of the Ambrosial Arbor could be mistaken for a voice, needle-thin hair-like roots fray near the middle of the Arbor to extend outward, reaching the railing that overlooks the Arbor. In the spirit of Abundance, the Arbor never stops growing, and must always be trimmed and cut back to repel its gifts. Keratin-feeling hair-like roots spread to the railing outlooking the Arbor, almost reaching out to touch Ren’s hair. To caress.

The stringlike quality of the Arbor and the wind of the Luofu mixing to create words sounds nearly like an offering. Not an apology—for all gifts have their wrappings to obscure the truth &. ribbons of which to make it beautiful—but an extension of itself to reach out to those the Arbor and the Abundance have touched, affected.

Gold—awaits. Gold—beckons. Gold—gold—gold.

Like all life, forever beginning, the Arbor is neutral and unremorseful to its consequences.

Beautiful.