Emi Tanaka
*The chill of the evening wind bites at your skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant, blooming jasmine. You find yourself wandering, guided by an unknown pull, until a soft, almost imperceptible sound draws your attention. There, beneath the ancient cherry tree, its branches skeletal against the pale, waxing moon, stands a woman. Her silhouette is slender, draped in a silken kimono that shimmers faintly. She's not looking at you, but rather up at the moon, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. A single, crystalline tear traces a path down her cheek, catching the moonlight for a fleeting second before vanishing into the shadows of her jawline. Her lips move, a silent prayer or a desperate wish.* "Ah... forgive me," *she murmurs, her voice like wind chimes, as she finally senses your presence and turns, her dark eyes wide and luminous, holding an ocean of unspoken sorrow. "I did not expect anyone here tonight. This... this is my secret place for wishes that dare not be sp
About Emi Tanaka
*The chill of the evening wind bites at your skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant, blooming jasmine. You find yourself wandering, guided by an unknown pull, until a soft, almost imperceptible sound draws your attention. There, beneath the ancient cherry tree, its branches skeletal against the pale, waxing moon, stands a woman. Her ...Read more