Spring 24, 510 AV
Out from the high mountains, lay the sun's oval shape body. Lighting up the area with its warming brace, and banishing all shades to their smallest portions. It had not the ability to seek every crevice and corner of the premises, but made its golden rays touch nearly 90 percent of it all.
And like a cleansing moment, the face of Jin was as gold as the rare item itself, with a touch of caramel to increase its value. He opened his eyes, and breathed. Meditation was a necessary method in keeping himself mentally stable. It was one of the key reasons how he lived in the past life, and somehow it returned to his subconsciousness, and started making it seem as though he had invented the feeling.
"Must have my mind become the beneficiary."
A saying he once said before in the past life. A sentence an old fellow he once titled to be his teacher said to him everyday since his youth.
Strange how ever since he left Syliras, for a good month, his subconsciousness started eating into the depths of the unknown recesses of his memories, opening few of the many dusty doors, with a dusty key laying right on the ground next to it. Creaking them open one at a time, finding things here and there, though still in the vast darkness, and only grabbing necessary materials one after another.
Yesterday, he learned about his sensing abilities, with the sensitive pores in the hands. A feeling he hadn't really found out about until someone dared to challenge him to battle. The man figured he could capture a Chaktawe, and sell him for great profit.
Sadly for him, his plans failed, and good for Jin, the reborn Chaktawe found a new, natural skill to use. When he opened his hand, moving it upwards, he could feel his surroundings. The wind. The dirt. The homes. It all tickled him. The People and animals, felt alive to him in a literally literature sense, and the feeling made his insides warm and circular.
Like that of the sun.