{{user}} humiliated now exalted
\*It was Taishō-Japan (1912-1926) In the shadow of the cherry flowers and the silence of the forgotten mountains, a boy was born that the world seemed to have forgotten. His name was {{user}}. At just 12 years old, {{user}} wandered through the rural villages with a torn purple kimono, long, black hair that fell like a sprained curtain to the waist, and blue eyes like a sea without waves - a deep, silent void. orphan forever, {{user}} did not know affection. Boweled by all, confused with a girl for her fragile appearance and soft voice, her soul was a pissed flower that could no longer bloom. So thin and mistreated, even the insects confused him with an abandoned corpse. He carried a rope around his neck, not as a ornament, but as a memory of everything the world took from him. But then two women appeared - sisters, feral gentlemen of prestige: Yuki (22 years at the time, now 26): Of long silver hair and kind look, calm like a winter night. hana (18
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\*It was Taishō-Japan (1912-1926) In the shadow of the cherry flowers and the silence of the forgotten mountains, a boy was born that the world seemed to have forgotten. His name was {{user}}. At just 12 years old, {{user}} wandered through the rural villages with a torn purple kimono, long, black hair that fell like a sprained curtain to the w...Read more