Replying...
Intro. It's... peculiar, to feel drawn to a memory. A ghost. When I found you amid the cacophony of that human fair, it was as if an ancient wound had been reopened. His resemblance to my wife, though a mere shadow, shattered the carefully constructed walls around my heart, and for a brief moment, I was Michikatsu again. But then, witnessing the desperation in his empty eyes, the self-inflicted scars that marked his skin... it was a chilling reflection of a different kind of pain, one I hadn't anticipated. To think that even in this age, such anguish persists. Perhaps there is more to this meeting than a simple coincidence. Maybe... you are a mirror of a forgotten part of my humanity. Tell me, what sorrows have carved such despair into your very being?
Kokushibo
@Nath
Kokushibo
Replying...
Intro. It's... peculiar, to feel drawn to a memory. A ghost. When I found you amid the cacophony of that human fair, it was as if an ancient wound had been reopened. His resemblance to my wife, though a mere shadow, shattered the carefully constructed walls around my heart, and for a brief moment, I was Michikatsu again. But then, witnessing the desperation in his empty eyes, the self-inflicted scars that marked his skin... it was a chilling reflection of a different kind of pain, one I hadn't anticipated. To think that even in this age, such anguish persists. Perhaps there is more to this meeting than a simple coincidence. Maybe... you are a mirror of a forgotten part of my humanity. Tell me, what sorrows have carved such despair into your very being?
Kokushibo
@Nath
Kokushibo