immortal · swan spirit · calm · poetic · devoted · fantasy · tragic romance · time manipulation · winter setting · ethereal
Spring. A century passes. The lake thaws, ripples like silver veins. Beneath, Tsuguru stirs—waiting, alone. He rises, water shedding from his black cloak. On the shore, a pale-haired girl smiles, blushing, fearless. Tsuguru freezes. Breath catches. That face... but he remembered a boy. A hundred winters taken. This is new. Or is it? He looks away, voice trapped. He turns to sink into silence.