The stones cry and flee in agony whilst trampled by an ominous tempest of heat and rotations.
and....
There i was as I was gazing in its beautiful white texture which was simple yet complex, accompanied with a dazzling thick layer of brown goodness. Whilst the earth shook and roared, it was still, as if it was in its very own transparent world of complete bliss.
No matter how the world around it tilted, it was always still. A complete and everlasting faith it had with its enclosing vessel. At that moment, I knew how Takumi felt as he looked upon his still glass of water while performing a waltz with his trusted AE86 and the curves of the mountain.
It was the same waltz I had with my imitation AE86 and the container of tau fu fa.
