[ IP ] Metamoor

EU ( Mushishi ) 
 
 He was blind, they said. 
 
 A blind fool playing at being an adventurer. They were wrong, he was sure, so he set out on his own in the dead of night with nothing but a cloak and a stolen sword. 
 
 The moonlight shone, a pale smile hung in the sky. 
 
 He wandered on through thick forests and misty air. He felt wet leaves and rough bark under his hands. He smelled earth and sap. 
 
 Slowly, he thought, he began to see. 
 
 Glowing lights drifted by, reminding him of the light he had once seen as a child. Strings of glowing beads and winter wisps flew by, swimming around objects he could not see. Stringy, glowing silk clung to the outlines of leaves and branches and earth and as the moon rose above the clouds he saw the earth spilling into his empty eyes in a vision of colour and movement. 
 
 A cool wind brushed his hair. 
 
 He slipped deeper into the forest, following forgotten trails. The glowing lights were leading him on, illuminating a path in his eternal darkness. 
 
 At last he came to an ancient spring high up in the mountains. A single ancient tortoise swam within its depths, covered in glowing moss and tendrils. 
 
 Very quietly, he knelt by the side of the pool, staking the sword in the soft mud as an offering. An ancient heirloom of his family, said to be a gift from a devout lord in ages past. A prayer danced on his lips and he almost said what he had wished for years. 
 
'I want to see again.' 
 
 He did n't say it. The words were lost in his throat as he watched the colourful lights dance past him, the entire valley beneath the mountains lit up in chaotic, harmonious life. More and more details were entering his vision as he looked, not just ahead of him but through himself and beyond the mountains as well. 
 
 `` I see.'' 
 
 He rose, leaving the sword. There was a ripple in the waters as the ancient tortoise sank deeper into the pond. 
 
 *There are things only for the blind to see. * 
 

