A Time of Season

Until His Encounter With A Mysterious Old Man That He Knew Only As Anon Vash Rance Had Been As A Derelict Ship Drifting Upon A Sea Of Strange Occurrences. He Had Lived As A Mental Wanderer A Dreamer And Although Calling Himself A Poet He Had Sailed From One Experience To Another Without Thinking They Held Metameaning. Then Anon Had Compelled Him To Look Deeper Into His Life And In Contemplating The Why Me? Of His Having Been Privy To Certain Events Vash Had Seen That A Poet´S Gift Is Not That He Feels More But That Much More Befalls Him To Feel.