A rumbling dark horizon, drifting forward in an endless path.
A free form catastrophe, painfully sought and sorrowfully reached.
Passengers and drivers alike, drawn forward uncontrollably.
Spinning into sordid depths, plummeting towards realization.
Velveteen blackness reaches out, before long subsuming the inevitable.
Grasping out for feeling, finding only despondency.
An obscuring haze, obfuscates and smothers all within.
Leaving nothing but a carcass, a fallen conscript of time.
Future life will spring from the fallen, similar albeit different from the predecessor.
Nothing left behind but bones, shards of pith and a single tear.
Just as it started, the cacophony ends.

Trickling granules jostling forth,
caressing one another in their irregular methods.
One by one passing by,
all fighting for their turn.
Falling for one another,
coalescing in pools of ochre and sanguine.
Ripples of sentience flowing beyond the individual,
every grain affecting the whole infinitely.
Singularly minimalistic,
the mass conquers all before it.
No force has the capacity to stop this progression,
rather all lie within its path or wake.
An endless journey,
full of similar paths with multiple starts and finishes.
Driven to completion by ethereal forces,
Ones peregrination will not always be a lonely one.
Though it may be traveled in solitude or company,
you will find your trip will always encompass this.

Idle obsessions often lead towards complications and complacency. The gears whir and tick with the spinning action of the clockwork. Each piece of the individual working for the greater cause of the mechanical magic. Minute static layers of structured order taking a subsection of chaos and aligning it. One decidedly entropic movement, one rough jolt and the order dissolves. One component is enough to break order and correct chaos to its natural state of anarchy.

Dark swirling quagmires of shifting fluid treacherously reaching outward in ways unseen but felt. Narrow passageways of desire crashing down in rapid procession. Crumbling paths of writhing pain lead to a landscape of gray. Endless expanses of null, the void.

Drifting silently searching and seeking. Transient waves of nothingness. Frigid bursts of despair stabbing stabbing stabbing. The buzz of feedback unheard but all around. The pressure of silence capable of bursting upon deaf ears.

Such is the way. Such is the transition. Such is.

A glimpse of what of my past brought me here on my journey into my fursona that I named Kinbuki. Anthro pictures & stories have always interested me. I secretly had fantasies of having my own tail. Disney helped further this with the Fox & the hound as well as the sword and the stone. :D

Anyways, this is the beginning of my journey as Kinbuki. I hope to learn more about Kinbuki and his ways.