He lifts a tiny pot lid to peek inside-secretly hiding a private scroll that tells of Hou Ji, the child once left to die but saved by fate.
On the path stands a milestone carved with the number thirty one, reminding him that lives once counted can still be cast aside.
At the summit waits a lone Tree, roots tangled like nets once used in rituals.
Here, the traveler whispers the word Abandon-a tale of throwing away, yet also of survival remembered in story and stroke.