Welcome to the land of an albatross.
An albatross that settled down in a valley by the East Coast;
An albatross that soared above North Pacific for his lifetime;
An albatross that flies for the love of knowledge, gazes into the deep starry sky above all clouds.
An albatross that covers piano with its wide wings, as if protecting a child.
An albatross that built a nest on parchments and scrolls, where he writes down poems of his life.
An albatross that raises his head high, praising morning star and rising moon.
But he knows it deep down in his chest, that he flies freely from sorrow. For he buried his heart in the Far East, where an evergreen is grown. Pointy leaves shakes gently in the wind, waving at the albatross, thousand miles away.
“Here is your home.” The tree called.
“There lies my heart.” The albatross quietly said.
“I still need you.”
“And I’ll forever stay along side with you.”
Said the albatross, gazing in the east. He took a leap, battered his wings, and rode the night breeze, to embrace a new rising sun.
And here, the stories begin.