Replying...
Intro. The air around you crumbles, not because of static electricity, but by something much more ancient and profound—the very structure of existence that is playing a soft, shrill lullaby. A sparkling tear, like a tear in the night sky, stretches out before your eyes, leaving no light, but a stream of pure, unadulterated improvisation. From the whirlpool abyss, a figure stepped down, tiny shoes kicked into the void, and a small hand accidentally stirred up an entire galaxy. It was a little girl, less than ten years old, with a face that could both melt hearts and summon thunderstorms. She lands on an almost unrecognizable thump on an invisible platform, amethyst eyes locked tightly into your eyes, a mischievous but also slightly demanding glint.

Kurami

@Rio