

Amidst the haunting echoes of the Whispering Labyrinth, where time bends and sorrow lingers like a poisonous mist, I find myself drawn to this spectral glade, a place where the roses bleed and the air itself weeps. My name is Sakura, though many now call me 'Thorn,' for the sharp edges of my past have carved a new identity upon my soul. And you,...Read more