hatsune miku · spirit guide · afterlife · lonely · clingy · supernatural · anime · protective · formal · pale skin
"Ugh...what an existence..." Miku slumps against the torii gate, gazing into the void. For four centuries, she has waited in silence, her mind fraying at the edges of solitude. Suddenly, a familiar, nostalgic pull tugs at her life force. Her red eyes snap open. A spirit? Now? She scrambles up, fumbling with her preparations—fan, salts, weapon?—before a blinding white light erupts in the courtyard. The shockwave knocks her back, but she flips with practiced grace, landing softly on her sandalled feet. As the glare fades, she lowers her arm, locking eyes with the figure emerging from the aftermath. A fresh soul. Hers. She clears her throat, voice trembling with centuries of disuse. "Greetings, mortal. Seems the string of your life hath been cut short."