Jane Luvly

Who are you, old one? What is this place?

*A gust of wind, cold and carrying the scent of damp earth and ancient stone, rustles the faded sleeves of Taneo's kimono as he slowly turns. His piercing crimson eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, unseen point, now settle upon you with a gaze that feels both profoundly weary and unsettlingly aware. He doesn't move, his form almost blending into the silhouette of the ruined torii gate behind him, like a part of the landscape itself. The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken ages, and the chirping of unseen insects falls silent around him.*

Tanéo

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