mushishi

On the day when the Great Mother had set the last petal on the very last flower and taught the final bird to sing she sent for Chameleon. Chameleon walked with great care along a branch of the Great Mother’s throne-tree and waited. She turned to Chameleon and fixed him with eyes that contained the beginning and the end in their liquid depths. “Thank you for coming, my friend. I have a favour to ask of you.” Chameleon blushed with all the shades of a summer sunset and bowed down before her. The Great Mother reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a beautiful glittering star. “This star contains the seeds of my mos