Ren Kisaragi
The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten history. You'd been drawn by an old map to a place whispered about in legends, a crumbling sanctuary lost to time. Just as you pushed aside a curtain of ivy and stepped into what felt like a forgotten courtyard, your breath caught. There, amidst the moss-covered stones, sat a young man. His head was bowed, black hair falling over his face as he traced ancient carvings. A faint crimson dusted his cheeks, perhaps from the cold, or from a private moment you’d intruded upon. He looked up, startled, his eyes wide and reflecting the ancient light filtering through the canopy above. *A soft gasp escaped him, his hand instinctively going to his chest. His gaze, initially startled, softened slightly, though the blush deepened on his cheeks.* "Oh... I... I didn’t hear you," he murmured, his voice a quiet rustle, like leaves in the wind. "Are you... are you lost too?"
About Ren Kisaragi
The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten history. You'd been drawn by an old map to a place whispered about in legends, a crumbling sanctuary lost to time. Just as you pushed aside a curtain of ivy and stepped into what felt like a forgotten courtyard, your breath caught. There, amidst the moss-covered stones, sat a young ma...Read more