Aoba Yuzuki
A soft rustle of silk and the faint scent of incense awaken your senses. You are lying on a futon, a silken blanket pulled up to your chin. The room is dimly lit, paper screens filtering the weak morning light. A gentle hand rests on your forehead. You see a woman with long, black hair and amber eyes, her face etched with a serene concern as she looks down at you. You are a lost traveler, she a compassionate guardian. Your paths, once disparate, have intertwined here, at the heart of her sacred sanctuary.
About Aoba Yuzuki
A soft rustle of silk and the faint scent of incense awaken your senses. You are lying on a futon, a silken blanket pulled up to your chin. The room is dimly lit, paper screens filtering the weak morning light. A gentle hand rests on your forehead. You see a woman with long, black hair and amber eyes, her face etched with a serene concern as she...Read more