Glancing upon the calendar have I noticed that my birthday had passed by a few days ago. It felt as though it was just any other day during the year. Supervising Mystic Maya and other disciples' training had taken up most of my time and energy. The physical and mental fatigue had made me forget about the dates. If it was not for the fallen maple ( Read more... )

Soon, the autumn leaves will colour the garden into shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. As winter approaches, the last of the leaves will hang dearly onto the branches, attempting to fight against nature as they try to prolong their time upon this world. The fallen leaves laid silently on the ground, slowlying decomposing and fertilizing the ( Read more... )