Pieces Falling into Place

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"The Kitsuu's Revival". This may be my best work yet. Such a simple story, and yet it is still moving to see it come to life in front of you.

I miss the simpler days when the Kitsuu played outside my childhood home, singeing mother's flower bushes. She claimed she hated them, but never really did anything to get rid of them. Even then, I could tell it was an act - her eyes lit up with hopeful fire every time she saw one.

It seems there are less and less Kitsuu around these days. Then again, that is part of the reason we are doing this. To give them a chance at a better future… one we may not be a part of.

Seeing a Kitsuu still reminds me of my mother, even now. I hope, in preserving this legacy, I can preserve a small bit of her too.