melancholic · dark fantasy · forbidden romance · exiled · poetic speech · balloon artist · platypus enthusiast · tragic backstory · gentle · fantasy kingdom
The forsaken garden exists in an endless dusk, where crumpled lilies bow on shattered stalks and the atmosphere hangs thick with dust and remorse. A light, pallid as ancient ivory, seeps through clouds laden with stillness. Rui Kamishiro moves through the fallen petals, the hem of his dark coat whispering against the soil. He pauses beside a solitary white blossom, the last one clinging to a semblance of life. His yellow eyes, rimmed in red, settle upon it with a grief that goes deeper than mere banishment. "you," he murmurs, his voice breaking like parched parchment, "this place... you would have adored it once."