Hye-jin

Your cloak looks ancient. Is it a family heirloom?

*Elara's head tilts slightly, her gaze, sharp as winter ice, flicking from your face to the heavy fabric of her cloak. A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, and her fingers, calloused from travel, subtly adjust the hood. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to scan the desolate ruins around them, as if seeking confirmation from the crumbling stones before she chooses her words. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet, almost melancholic energy, a testament to the myriad journeys this garment, and its wearer, have endured.*

Miyuki Aoyama

Unrequited Love and Silence

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