The sun continued its inexorable crawl across the sky, marking the passage of two weeks that felt, to Fuyu, like a fever dream of sensory indulgence. The world outside the hut—the planting of crops, the irrigation of the dry earth, and the distant rumblings of tribal politics—seemed like a faded tapestry compared to the vivid, visceral reality of his nights. Inside the dark, humid confines of the family dwelling, the boundaries of kinship had not just been crossed; they had been entirely demolished, replaced by a clandestine network of lust and shared secrets.
"It's been so much fun, Vasana," Fuyu thought, his mind drifting into a state of blissful lethargy as he worked in the fields. "I don't care about the high realms or the path of the divine right now. This... this is living." Within his mind, the spirit remained a silent, observant presence, watching as the young man traded his spiritual potential for the immediate, incandescent pleasures of the flesh.
