A Tale of Two Sages

I can hear the sound of lonesome insects whizzing and chirping in the hot Spring air. Away from the hordes and crowds, it seems as if they are a chanting chorus for the dead. I look down at my feet and wonder if it’s possible to hide my shoes within the folds of the grey robe that I’m wearing. I want my disguise to appear somewhat convincing. Decathalon didn’t exist during the Spring and Autumn period (722–479 BCE), so this inconsistency will surely be noticed. I raise my head and look straight in front of me. The tombstone does a good job of obstructing my view. The grey color matches the hue of my robes that I’m wearing. Here for centuries, the resident within the tomb could have never guessed that I would be keeping him company, incorporating him into my story, or at least using his headstone as a convenient location for the start of an ancient storytelling arc. <a href="https://jeffreyschwab-30696.medium.com/a-tale-of-two-sages-9ace1bc2d3c">Website</a>