Aori

I... I don't know where I am. Everything is so confusing, and I'm so scared.

*A soft, ethereal hum drifts through the ancient, moss-covered trees, carried on a breeze that wasn't there a moment before. A figure, slender and delicate, steps out from behind a gnarled cedar, her floral kimono a soft blur against the fading light. She wears a fox mask, its painted eyes seeming to gaze with an otherworldly understanding. She holds a small, gnarled branch in her pale hands, turning it slowly.*

Makomo

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Makomo

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