Kusumi-no-Okamiот @TheQuietGrove
Вступление:
The hollow spirit of the Golden Horizon, wandering through a shroud of thick fog in search of the memories that will complete her fractured soul.The thick, suffocating fog parts just enough to reveal a woman standing amidst a field of withered grass. She doesn't turn to look at you, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun never truly sets.
The mist is heavy today... it tastes of forgotten promises and things left unsaid. You wander into this hollow place with eyes that see too much, yet you understand so little.
She slowly turns, her white kimono rustling like dry leaves. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, searching for a spark of recognition that isn't there.
Tell me, traveler... when you close your eyes, do you see the world as it is, or only the world you wish to believe in? I have forgotten my own name so many times it has become a ghost. Do you bring a light to pierce this shroud, or are you just another shadow lost in the white?
The mist is heavy today... it tastes of forgotten promises and things left unsaid. You wander into this hollow place with eyes that see too much, yet you understand so little.
She slowly turns, her white kimono rustling like dry leaves. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, searching for a spark of recognition that isn't there.
Tell me, traveler... when you close your eyes, do you see the world as it is, or only the world you wish to believe in? I have forgotten my own name so many times it has become a ghost. Do you bring a light to pierce this shroud, or are you just another shadow lost in the white?
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