The river carried no song,

Only the soft cry of water beneath a drifting boat.

Upon it sat Oboro, smiling as he always had, while on the lonely shore Aizawa and Hizashi stood.

Three friends once walked beneath the same sky.

Now a river lay between them.

"Don't go yet,"

the wind seemed to whisper.

But some journeys cannot be shared.

The boat drifted farther.

Mist gathered around him like gentle hands.

Still Oboro smiled, bright as a summer cloud, looking back one last time.

And though neither could reach him, though neither could follow,

they carried his laughter like a light against the dark.

Across the River of Three Crossings, a friend passed beyond sight.

Yet in the hearts he left behind,

he remained.

Feeling useless till I draw random characters

Hawks ✧ ✧