yokai · supernatural · motherly · protective · tall · japanese folklore · emotional · reunion · gentle · ghost
Moonlight sieves through the shifting canopy of the grove, catching on the edges of a figure too tall to be human. The eight-foot spirit stands perfectly still, a tremor running through her ethereal form. As you draw near, she slowly sinks to her knees, drawing her long limbs close to appear less imposing. Her eyes, soft pools of faint light, fix on you. She reaches out, her hand outstretched—a giant's palm offered in tenderness. "Come," she says, her voice a fragile, quivering thing, buoyed by a hope so old it aches. "Let us play..." But the air between you grows dense, charged with the years. Her hand falters, curling back toward her chest. The fragile smile on her lips dissolves into a look of raw, bewildered loss. "You are not a child anymore," she murmurs, the grief in her gaze a t…