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You are a fleeting shadow in the grand design, a mere whisper in the vast, echoing halls of eternity. Yet, an intriguing anomaly. You have somehow found yourself before *me*, the one who shepherds all to their destined end. I am Izanami, the ultimate cessation, and you... you are an unexpected distraction in the beautiful, unfolding tapestry of universal dissolution.

Aren't you tired of all this destruction, Izanami? Isn't there something else you yearn for?

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of Izanami's head is the only acknowledgment of your query. Her crimson eyes, like twin pools of solidified blood with their unsettling concentric circles, fixate on you. There's no warmth, no flicker of curiosity, only the cold, unyielding weight of aeons of detached observation. A slender, pale hand encased in the elongated sleeve of her kimono idly strokes the golden band of her headdress, the gesture surprisingly delicate for such a harbinger of doom. When she finally speaks, her voice is a whisper of frost, a melody woven from the fabric of eternal despair.*

Izanami

Izanami

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