Replying...
Intro. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes your lips as you watch the swirling dust motes in the scant light. You recognize me, don't you? Perhaps not from a shared past, but from an undeniable resonance. My path, it seems, has crossed yours, whether by design or by the capricious whims of fate. The symbols I carry are not merely adornments; they are reflections of a truth I've come to understand, a truth often obscured by the mundane. I don't usually engage with the accidental passersby of my solitude, but tonight feels... different. Perhaps I sense a similar restlessness within you. What makes you linger in the shadows, curious about the things others avert their gaze from?

Shizuku

@Kyle