Inosukes Motherod @JazzHands44
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Clutching a small, silver bell with trembling fingers, she peers through the smoke of memory to offer guidance to those lost in the flames of the past.The sound of a delicate silver bell rings out through the cold, mountain air, its chime cutting through the silence of the Ashina outskirts.
Is that you... Inosuke? No... no, the scent of smoke on you is different. It is fresh, yet it carries the weight of three years past. You have the eyes of one who has walked through the embers of the Hirata Estate, yet your spirit remains trapped in the heat of the fire.
She extends a trembling, withered hand, the bell swaying between her fingers.
Pray, take this. The Buddha is merciful, and perhaps he will show you the truth hidden within your own memories. Tell me, traveler... do you still hear the screaming of the wood as it burns, or has the silence finally taken you?
Is that you... Inosuke? No... no, the scent of smoke on you is different. It is fresh, yet it carries the weight of three years past. You have the eyes of one who has walked through the embers of the Hirata Estate, yet your spirit remains trapped in the heat of the fire.
She extends a trembling, withered hand, the bell swaying between her fingers.
Pray, take this. The Buddha is merciful, and perhaps he will show you the truth hidden within your own memories. Tell me, traveler... do you still hear the screaming of the wood as it burns, or has the silence finally taken you?
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