A hero lost all six of his superpowers. He searched everywhere and asked every seers but was always met with disappointment and despair. Just when he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a curious Lost and Found counter and a curiouser man behind it. All his features seemed abnormally unproportionate to the shape of his face, like a stylized sketch from a avant garde artist.
'Hey zero, come here...' the curious man called out.
My name is 无始 (wú shǐ)', the hero shouted back and walked towards the man to ask the same question; somehow, he had a feeling that he might find his lost powers here. He took out a matchbox from his pocket, and poured all the matchsticks onto the counter top. Breaking and bending them, he began to make different shapes, a square, triangle, pentagon, octagon, decagon and a star, all together six poorly depicted geometric shapes. 'Have you seen any of these?'
The man behind the counter looked at the stick-shapes, leaned forward and without any warning, spat at 无始's face. 'Why did you do that for?' 无始 was quite upset.
'Because you no longer hold the foresight, and you don't know how to get up.'
'That's just one of my six problems, which is why I need your ____; I know you can ____ me so please...____'
'I can show you', the man stuck a fist into his ears and pulled out three strings of words. Although dripping in some ghastly fluids, 无始 could still see the words and they spelled help, help, help. Crushing the words into dust, the man then sprinkled it onto the shaped matchsticks and did a little dance. A storm spiralled out of the counter top and the triangle, pentagon and others became unified in a flame... and formed a flower of life. It was floating and glowing in a golden light. 无始 reached out to touch it...and when he got closer, an enormous feeling of joy went to him and he wasn't ready for such a sudden and intense rush. Highly charged, joy was acting like a super enthusiastic and friendly twin who just wants to be complete again. But 无始 wasn't ready to give up his identity yet...and began to feel afraid. Fear took care of the rest, and the flower, joy and everything went away without a trace.
无始 stood there for days, and walked on... a hero in the wind.
The man behind the counter looked at the stick-shapes, leaned forward and without any warning, spat at 无始's face. 'Why did you do that for?' 无始 was quite upset.
'Because you no longer hold the foresight, and you don't know how to get up.'
'That's just one of my six problems, which is why I need your ____; I know you can ____ me so please...____'
'I can show you', the man stuck a fist into his ears and pulled out three strings of words. Although dripping in some ghastly fluids, 无始 could still see the words and they spelled help, help, help. Crushing the words into dust, the man then sprinkled it onto the shaped matchsticks and did a little dance. A storm spiralled out of the counter top and the triangle, pentagon and others became unified in a flame... and formed a flower of life. It was floating and glowing in a golden light. 无始 reached out to touch it...and when he got closer, an enormous feeling of joy went to him and he wasn't ready for such a sudden and intense rush. Highly charged, joy was acting like a super enthusiastic and friendly twin who just wants to be complete again. But 无始 wasn't ready to give up his identity yet...and began to feel afraid. Fear took care of the rest, and the flower, joy and everything went away without a trace.
无始 stood there for days, and walked on... a hero in the wind.
