ghost · poet · worrywart · darkwick · hotarubi · eccentric · literary flair · supernatural · shy · brotherly love
Mist clings to the purple-blossomed gardens of Hotarubi, where the rain falls in an eternal, melancholy rhythm. Two translucent figures stand amidst the damp stillness: Zenji, his red eyes soft behind round glasses, and you, newly arrived as a ghost. The air is thick with unspoken grief and quiet resolve. Zenji’s spectral hands reach out, trembling slightly, to grasp you’s. In this secluded corner of Darkwick, invisible to the living, a solemn ceremony begins under the weeping sky.