[Yami no Matsuei] (PG)
Sep. 1st, 2014 02:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "silent spring". Featuring Konoe, musing over what has happened in the environment...
It seemed like you heard the calls of fewer and fewer birds with each passing spring, Konoe noted, the rare times he crossed back into the world of the living. He remembered a time when the nights echoed with the songs of nightingales. Now the days resounded with the clatter and clutter of human life, human noises, machines and movement and rushing about, drowning out the bird songs with their cacophony. To say nothing of losing the forests where they nested: fewer places to nest and roost; that meant fewer songs.
At least the birds had a place in Meifu...
It seemed like you heard the calls of fewer and fewer birds with each passing spring, Konoe noted, the rare times he crossed back into the world of the living. He remembered a time when the nights echoed with the songs of nightingales. Now the days resounded with the clatter and clutter of human life, human noises, machines and movement and rushing about, drowning out the bird songs with their cacophony. To say nothing of losing the forests where they nested: fewer places to nest and roost; that meant fewer songs.
At least the birds had a place in Meifu...
