My grandmother's eyes sparkle their beautiful green
The mist in the air covering leaves with a sheen
The sun's beams radiate their warm, happy rays
And by Gods I could stay here till the end of my days
But my memory tugs, and the world turns into wisps
Because it's night all around and the air is cold and crisp
And despite the gleam in her eyes and the chuckle in her breath
I don't remember my grandmother past the memory of her death
But I don't care, cause I'm here with my grandmother now
It doesn't matter, cause I'm here, and I don't care how
A group of unlikely heroes travel to India as they battle countless demons and face untold trials. A monk, a pig, a river spirit, a monkey, a dragon, a child, and a king, face mountains of fire, summer snowstorms, cursed lands and the dreaded travel restrictions on a long journey to The Buddha himself.
(Based on Wu Chang’en’s Journey to the West)
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