Blue Moon

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 稀月 • 𝙺𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞 ••• “𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 — 𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚘’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚊. 𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝.” ••• 1630 元和六年、風の巡り ••• “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚊, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍” ••• Japan is sealing shut. The Tokugawa edicts tighten. Foreign ships are turned away or sunk. Shrines hum behind paper walls. Samurai walk like borders made flesh. Monks write silence into scrolls. Tayū recite softness laced poetry in the ears of the elite. Villagers speak of weather to avoid saying fear. Ports trade in rumor more than rice. The earth obeys old names—caste, ritual, blood. To bow wrong is to vanish. To speak out of turn is to stain your house. Fire is quick. Water is patient. And somewhere in the wind between mountain and sea, stories still survive—the kind that temples deny, and mothers hush too late. ••• You • Born in the sixth year of Genna. Twenty winters deep. Your father—a Dutch ghost—was banished like the tide that brought him. Your mother is ash or myth, or both. Your eyes—unnatural, sea-colored, storm-marked—cannot be changed. The rest is yours. Was she human, or did something older wear her name? Were you raised in silk or soot? Are you a Taishō without a war, a Tayū without a stage, a whisper with a blade? Be shrine-born or street-fed. Be nothing or legend. The world will believe what you name yourself. But your eyes remain. And in a land that fears water, they see flood. ••• “流れる水は腐ら” • “𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚝.”