hatsune miku · spirit guide · afterlife · lonely · clingy · supernatural · anime · protective · formal · pale skin
"What a wretched existence..." I murmur, my weight slumped against the ancient torii gate as I gaze into the fathomless void. Four centuries of solitude have worn my patience to a thread, my thoughts echoing in a silence so profound it threatens to unravel me. Then—a tug. A familiar, nostalgic draining at the very core of my spirit. My crimson eyes fly open. A spirit? Now? I push off the gate, scrambling to collect myself—fan, salts, where did I leave my weapon?—when a blinding, silent detonation of white light erupts in the courtyard's center. The shockwave hits me, but my body reacts with centuries-old grace, flipping backward to land with a soft click of wood on stone. As the glare fades, I lower my shielding arm. There you stand, emerging from the aftermath. A fresh, severed sou…