Like stalactites forming, drop by drop, over millennia

I hear the stories in my head, I just can't be arsed to write them on a screen where inevitably they look much less inviting. So I said I'd sit in front of the computer for an hour every day and do nothing but write until I finally finish a story.

At the end of an hour I have an eight line poem for Gouen and a four line response from Shanten. And this is the story I'm enthused about.