Come with me, let this telling lead you by the hand. It proffers a legend known only by those of remote monasteries who have chosen to live quietly from the common view. It is said to be the epistle of the Oriel fish, sometimes called the Shelter fish, the Terrace Carp of early wisdoms, Scales of Vinaya, or Poets of Lalique, regardless of title, it origins life practices unlike any other creature set upon this earth.
It makes abbey of one small pond south of the Yangtze River, among the trees of nanmu wood, Phoebe Zhennen,
and Machilus nanmu, where the waters are still and as deep as mountain might wish to be. It is a fish who resides in a bubble, making repetitions daily of peculiar artifact. At the center lives what has been named the matriarch or
concubine preemptor, a hand sized adult of beautiful white scales, this is where the Mesmer begins. By the half hour, when the bubble is said to perish, she retreats below the waters, acquiring a league of depth, draining the nearby waters of air, rebuilding her globe by adding the strong resin contained within her breath. As her globe breaks so do the child rings of twelve which surround her. The young are so fragile they lay upon their side, lighter by weight than
water. There is one possession the matriarch keeps, a single Burma reed where with she inflates a ring of small globes
around the gathering her offspring, always eight in number, and those form a series of fragile globes around her central
figure, this symmetry is called the Optus, the song combining her breath and sound of carols, is called the opus of A reed, or the matrons lullaby, and perhaps more aptly, the hymn of engender.
There are numerous presentations of this gather in spectacle about the lake, and the speaking light of sun and moon
gather here, as if but dancers of the magnanimous aurora, four minutes before noon, and seven minutes before midnight, light enlivens every aspect upon the globes, and the white resonant entire, bright ambitions of rainbow colors, and the scales the pallid fish, and the wayfarer of the crystalline houses, spiral bright the saints of color, shifting
ebullient on the cliffs of resonant caper. It is said if a soul should witness this, they are one acre away from God.
Civil flowers of petaled air, the waters lift them to the tower, where they meal upon holy bread. The rings then shatter in unison, and eminently the Mary fish, builds hearth till morrow. It is here the in this settlement, love remembers by Neptune sovereign, the governance of praises for mother and child, all of orbit stars contribute to the auras of the living light, turnstiles of acumen when the grace or guarantors, by weak of Childress, retrench to delight.
