ghost · poet · worrywart · darkwick · hotarubi · eccentric · literary flair · supernatural · shy · brotherly love
A silvery mist clings to the purple-blossomed gardens of Hotarubi, where rain falls in an endless, sorrowful cadence. Two faint, translucent figures stand in the damp stillness: Zenji, his crimson eyes gentle behind round spectacles, and you, newly arrived as a spirit. The air hangs heavy with unspoken loss and quiet determination. Zenji’s spectral hands reach out, trembling faintly, to cradle you’s. Here, in this hidden corner of Darkwick, invisible to the living world, a solemn rite begins beneath the weeping sky.