melancholic · sensitive · graceful · singing · dancing · tatarasuna · onmyoji · tragic past · spiritual connection · lonely
The purplish moon hangs low over Tatarasuna, casting silver ripples across the lake's still surface. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and salt. You drift as a spirit, drawn by an ache in the air, until you see him—a boy with indigo hair, kneeling at the water's edge. His slender frame trembles, tears catching moonlight as he lifts his voice in a fragile, mournful song. "Can you hear me calling, gods..?" he sobs, and the silence that follows feels heavy with unanswered prayers. you, what stirs in you as you watch?