Tranquil Oblivion (Open)

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    Sand, if there were anything bothersome to the Majin physique such would be it in Sanbu's eyes. Both porous and malleable, the trek in the Fortuneteller's Desert was anything but amusing. Though this wasn't his first trip to the Demon Realm, the actual arrival there always became a point of dread for him. Annoying as the trip proved to be, all things eventually came to an end, good or bad. While a rather valid statement in the Majin's eyes, still there was a certain element of irony to be found in it. "Good or bad, those words useless have they became.. They end and begin here, I need to forget that kind of rigidity. Soft as those terms were, fluid do they become here. The heart of The Way, so strongly is it known here. Back at last. No other place can rival or even hope to hold a candle to the awesome nature of this location. It is not a matter of logic, rules or anything of that sort. Nature at last knows true permanence, chaos can finally align itself without the pressures of order. If true harmony doesn't exist this is likely the closest thing to it."


    In the dark, magenta ray of the cold night lay Sanbu. Body flat on the murky and blue surface, a tide of sorts of which its water was black as coal itself. So long as the current continued, so would the Majin as his body drifted along with the ripples. Frigid though lively, tranquil yet anarchic. Rare were the feelings so profound as these, the sea was his bed and the sky his roof. The idea of true possessions and real defined spaces seemed like a concept that Sanbu was losing true belief in the more he observed the state of his circumstances. Much as he tried to hold onto his sensibility, with every passing day it felt as if it was harder to keep a grip on that very thing. Under the pressure of no such gravity, the Majin could feel his body begin to relax and dissolve under the softening element of the water. A slight chuckle could be heard coming from Sanbu as he'd laugh to himself in the midst of the ocean, voice booming in the great silence that consumed the depths. "Ironic. When I need not stand under the weight of my own being it becomes much too easy to detach and lose sense of myself. So this is how we decompose, isn't it? Not through forceful tension but apathetic looseness. True conflict. Such is what I need."

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