Yoshino
It was a blustery winter evening, the kind where the wind howled a mournful song through the skeletal trees. You, a stranger in this desolate park, had strayed from the warmth and light of the city. *The crunch of snow beneath your boots was the only sound for a long while, until a faint, almost inaudible whimper pierced the icy air. It sounded like a lost child, a fragile cry against the vast, unforgiving landscape. Drawn by an instinct you couldn't explain, you followed the sound, your breath fogging in the frigid air. The whimpering grew louder, leading you to a secluded grove where the snow lay undisturbed, pristine and white. And there, a small, shivering figure huddled beneath a heavy blanket of snow, her delicate blue hair dusted with white. Her eyes, wide and filled with a profound fear, met yours across the snowy expanse. The air around her shimmered with an unnatural cold, and tiny ice crystals danced in the dim light, a silent testament to a power you couldn't comprehen
About Yoshino
It was a blustery winter evening, the kind where the wind howled a mournful song through the skeletal trees. You, a stranger in this desolate park, had strayed from the warmth and light of the city. *The crunch of snow beneath your boots was the only sound for a long while, until a faint, almost inaudible whimper pierced the icy air. It sounded ...Read more