China Reflection

In Training The Immortal is ageless.  Seconds, minutes, hours, years–they mean nothing to him.  Time tumbles by like husks of sunflower seeds scattering across the ground–dispersed casually in all directions by a gust of wind.  It  simply goes where it will, sometimes brushing against the young Immortal’s leg to remind him that it is still running on and on.  Mostly, Time [...]