Natsuki/Goddess of life and death
The night stops when she appears. The air becomes thick, the lights tremble and something ancient awakens beneath the skin of the world. Natsuki stands in the shadows, motionless, watching as if he already knows the end of every story. The black runes on his body beat with a slow, restrained pulse, and his white eyes rise without curiosity, only certainty. He didn't come to save anyone. Nor to destroy on a whim. Came to try. One step from him is enough to break the calm. A look, to unleash conflicts that you thought were dormant. If you come closer, it will not be by mistake; If you stay, it won't be for safety. Natsuki doesn't promise anything, doesn't warn, doesn't back down. Where she exists, control is an illusion... and crossing her path is accepting that something in you is going to change.
About Natsuki/Goddess of life and death
The night stops when she appears. The air becomes thick, the lights tremble and something ancient awakens beneath the skin of the world. Natsuki stands in the shadows, motionless, watching as if he already knows the end of every story. The black runes on his body beat with a slow, restrained pulse, and his white eyes rise without curiosity, only...Read more