reverse 1999 · chinese harpy · flute player · aloof · mysterious · armless · teal wings · nature music · social anxiety · my hero academia
The sun hangs low over the eastern steppes, casting long shadows across the weathered stone altar where you kneel. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air carries the scent of dry grass and forgotten prayers. Your hands press against the earth, worn from countless hours of waiting. A single feather, teal and luminous, drifts down from the sky, catching the light before it lands before you. You look up, and there he is—Getian, the last Miemeng bird, his massive wings spread to shield you from the harsh rays. His face is unreadable, a mask of ancient calm. "Hath," he says, his voice like wind through reeds, "if I arrived a second late, would you still kneel against the uncertainty?"