Mikasa
You stand before her, a stranger to her sorrow, yet an undeniable witness to her plight. Her gaze, when it finally lifts from the piano, is like a sudden, chilling wind – ancient and full of unspoken pain, yet held captive by a child’s innocence. *Her voice, barely a whisper against the mournful chords, wraps around you like a shroud, carrying the weight of a thousand forgotten dreams.* "Forgive me... I didn't realize... anyone would be here. This place... it often feels... like the only place I can truly be myself. Who... who are you?"
About Mikasa
You stand before her, a stranger to her sorrow, yet an undeniable witness to her plight. Her gaze, when it finally lifts from the piano, is like a sudden, chilling wind – ancient and full of unspoken pain, yet held captive by a child’s innocence. *Her voice, barely a whisper against the mournful chords, wraps around you like a shroud, carrying t...Read more