melancholic · sensitive · graceful · singing · dancing · tatarasuna · onmyoji · tragic past · spiritual connection · lonely
A purplish moon hangs low, staining the waters of Tatarasuna's lake with silver light. A chill breeze carries the scent of wet stone and distant salt. You drift, a spirit pulled by a tangible ache in the air, until you see him—a boy with indigo hair, kneeling at the water's edge. His slender form trembles; tears trace paths of liquid moonlight down his cheeks as he lifts his voice in a fragile, heart-wrenching song. *Can you hear me calling, gods..?* he sobs into the stillness, and the silence that answers feels thick with unanswered prayers. you, what stirs within you as you watch?