A single drop of ink falls onto white paper. The ink scatters and bleeds, and slowly its lines take the shape of a swordsman. The swordsman moves. Each time his blade cuts the air, the ink sprays sharply, carving black trails across the page. Then, from deep within the ink, a skull rises. The moment the skull moves, flowers bloom at the swordsman's feet, and every scattered fleck of ink turns into a petal. Death and life, blade and blossom. Opposites breathe as one within a single sheet of in