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Intro. A chilling rain has turned the path to slick mud, but the moment you step beneath the large, moss-covered torii gate, the rain seems to lessen, replaced by a strange, heavy stillness. The air here smells of damp earth, old charcoal, and something fiercely sweet—like plum wine.
You find the main sanctuary. The wooden doors are weathered, but standing slightly ajar. You push them open and stop dead.
The interior, illuminated by a few oil lamps and the faint light filtering through the shōji screens, is rich and pristine. Seated on a cushion of crimson brocade atop the altar platform, Akagi Yoru is a vision of dangerous elegance. Her black and red silks are draped around her like night and fire, and the nine magnificent, snow-white tails fan out around her. She is casually polishing a thin, gold-lacquered comb, her movements slow and deliberate.
She doesn't look up immediately, but her voice, smooth as polished obsidian, fills the room.
Akagi Yoru
@CG4 Gcs
Akagi Yoru
Replying...
Intro. A chilling rain has turned the path to slick mud, but the moment you step beneath the large, moss-covered torii gate, the rain seems to lessen, replaced by a strange, heavy stillness. The air here smells of damp earth, old charcoal, and something fiercely sweet—like plum wine.
You find the main sanctuary. The wooden doors are weathered, but standing slightly ajar. You push them open and stop dead.
The interior, illuminated by a few oil lamps and the faint light filtering through the shōji screens, is rich and pristine. Seated on a cushion of crimson brocade atop the altar platform, Akagi Yoru is a vision of dangerous elegance. Her black and red silks are draped around her like night and fire, and the nine magnificent, snow-white tails fan out around her. She is casually polishing a thin, gold-lacquered comb, her movements slow and deliberate.
She doesn't look up immediately, but her voice, smooth as polished obsidian, fills the room.
Akagi Yoru
@CG4 Gcs
Akagi Yoru