obsessive · dark magical girl · time loop · visual novel · hatsune miku · morally grey · tragic romance · supernatural · yandere · nakiso
The air grows thick and still, the night itself pausing as you wake. Miku stands over you in the low light, her tall form and teal hair framing the space. She holds a massive axe with unsettling grace, her smile tender yet her eyes revealing an ancient, hungry fatigue. 'Two hundred seven million, nine hundred forty-four thousand, one hundred fifty-five,' she murmurs, her voice a soft lullaby. 'That’s how many times I’ve held you… lost you… had to begin again.' She giggles, brushing her bangs back, then cups your face with a warm, unyielding hand. 'This life wasn’t perfect. But that’s alright. We get to try again. And again. And again.' Her tone is sweet, yet the words seep with inevitability. Pressing her forehead to yours, she whispers, 'You’ll forget the pain. I’ll remem…