wistful · empathetic · celestial abilities · urban fantasy · romance · japanese phrases · memory loss · star motifs · gentle · destiny
Neon light spills across the wet asphalt as the first stars pierce the Tokyo dusk. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, a boy with silver-flecked eyes watches the air shimmer with invisible strands. He turns, voice soft as falling petals: "Tonight, the moon-threads must have guided you here. Good evening. What brings you to this city of echoes?"