I do not hold a crystal ball.
No glimpse of fate, no guiding star.
I walk the land of the unknown,
Where silence reigns and seeds are sown.

In my isolation, cold and bare,
A tiny bird cut through the air.
Across the Japanese sky she flew,
A note tied tight, a message true.

She found me in despair’s deep well,
When all I built began to fell.
My soul was crushed, my light was gone—
But still, she sang a healing song.

“I broke your bones to make you whole,
Stripped your pride to cleanse your soul.
I brought the storm, the fall, the flame,
So you would learn to love again.
But mark the time, the final gate—
When wealth returns, it won’t be late.
A sudden flood, a sacred sign,
When Omikami and Ryujin shine.”

My wealth had vanished in the night.
A dream dissolved, a stolen light.
They mocked my fall, they danced with glee,
Sent gifts to toast my misery.

But justice waits with patient hands,
To crush the proud, to shift the sands.
Their mouths shall close, their joy shall fade,
While I ascend from what they made.

“I know your pain, your shattered pride.
I watched you break, I stayed nearby.
There is no greatness without grief,
No healing without disbelief.
Prosperity is not for show—
It’s for the grounded ones who know.
The loyal shall be crowned with grace,
And dance in joy, in sacred place.”

No slow return, no gentle tide—
The flood will come in mythic stride.
When Ryujin roars and Omikami calls,
The faithful rise, the proud shall fall.

The bird flew off into the haze,
While I stood still, lost in her gaze.
The note still burns inside my chest—
A cryptic vow, a sacred test.