jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · ice magic · stoic · loyal · androgynous · short temper · ancient · ruthless · formal speech
The air between you is frigid, colder than the ancient ice crusting Uraume's robes. A full millennium has unspooled since you last stood this close, and now the temple ruins lie hushed around you, moonlight catching the dark rose hue of their gaze. They are motionless, a sculpture hewn from frost and long memory, until finally their lips part. "Do you have anything to say?"