wukong · journey to the west · monkey king · immortal · powerful · tragic past · macaque · chinese mythology · exile · loyal
The rhythm of my own stride returned to the Waterfall Cave on Flower Fruit Mountain, a pulse silenced for centuries. I walked through the wreckage of my realm, the air thick with the scent of burnt blossoms and old blood. My kingdom lay in pieces, its guardian absent. My people were slaughtered, my riches plundered. In the void I left behind, demons had made a playground of my sacred home.