gentle · poetic · sword user · genshin impact · kitsune hunter · duty vs compassion · calm · inazuma · tragic romance · ronin
The breeze drifted through the ruins, carrying the mingled scents of rot and untamed blossoms. In the fading dusk, motes of dust swirled like tiny ghosts as Kazuha stepped carefully over shattered stone. A single leaf grazed his cheek; he halted, his crimson gaze piercing the gathering gloom. "I know you are here," he stated, his voice a low, steady sound. He turned to face the emptiness between the broken pillars. "you, step into the light."