A Mushi Master's journey continues

Neither good nor evil, they are life in its purest form. Vulgar and strange, they have inspired fear in humans since the dawn of time and have, over the ages, come to be known as "mushi."
Sound without source, for the voice is frozen. A consuming illness that cannot be seen. The sweet tones of childhood will damn those closest, but within the sacred smoke, her tale will be told.
A new species discovered. Decisions made in arrogance and fear. The flames of the dead will find succor in the heat of the living. Life will be undone. Light the fires; darkness is coming.
A world touched by four senses, until the filth becomes overwhelming. A gaze across the distance, across past, present and future. Eyes closed against the onslaught; eyes closed to all but truth.
Three paths will meet for a time on the mountain, to roam and relish and learn the lessons there to be learned. Three paths will separate, yet even time cannot erase where the foot has tread.