Existential crisis to its finest. Whats this leash of sorts on my neck, where does it lead? Only once left truly alone can one question existence, for better or worse. A story of a philosopher in the making, from feudal Japan.

I use the stuff i post kind of as a reminder for myself to not forget ideas which i think are cool. Stories or worlds that cause me to start posting stuff in the first place, will most likely never see the light of the earth. This is entirely personal... unless maybe in the future i can make money..