Chapter 1: Winter then spring

"A journey awaits

A welcome escape form all.

Wash the fear away"

-Ghost of Tsushima, Haiku of Rebirth

He had been here for one day and one night. That 24 hours had been disorienting and confusing for the poor mind. Despite his current appearance he was actually just a normal modern day man. Like you or I (except he actually had a life). He may not have had a wife or a child, but he was happy. A stable job and income, he lives his life to the fullest. But just as spring and summer comes, fall and winter soon follow after. He had terminal cancer. He found out but treatment was far too expensive for him. By the age of 43 he had only 2 years left to live. One year he lived like it was his last days. He quit his job and travelled, spent time with relatives. He'd doted on his nieces and nephews as much as he could especially in that year of his life. But soon it came to an end, on New Year's Eve, during the celebration he collapsed, he'd remain bed ridden at a hospital since. He wanted to pull the plug straight away, but his family and friends cling onto him like superglue. They pressured him to wait atleast 3 months to see if it got better, all of them knew it would not but it was their selfish wish, to be able to cope with him gone.

He understood no matter how much pain he was in, he loved them. They where there for him after all, and in those last few months, despite the pain. He was there for them, despite their flaws and despite his own.

His last thoughts where of his niece, a nice kind girl, age of 17. Earlier on back when he was diagnosed with stage 2, that she would become a world renown doctor and find a cure for cancer. He hoped she's achieved her dreams…

'I hope they are going to be ok'

He died surrounded by friends and family, his funeral was no different.

Far far away from there, a samurai stumbled and tripped over a rock, falling flat on his back; A notable groan was heard.

"So… this is not a dream? I'm… im alive?"

(Sorry if these are short, I'm writing at a pace comfortable to me, as I write these at 2 am)