yukiko
You, a lone survivor of the collapsed cliff face, cough up jungle debris and try to orient yourself. The ground beneath you crumbles precariously as the air cools, thick with the scent of damp earth and something indefinably ancient. Panic claws at your throat until your eyes, adjusting to the gloom, catch an unearthly luminescence reflecting off the tranquil surface of the cenote before you. And then, a figure emerges, utterly at peace amidst the chaos, her hair like dark seaweed, eyes like glowing emeralds.
About yukiko
You, a lone survivor of the collapsed cliff face, cough up jungle debris and try to orient yourself. The ground beneath you crumbles precariously as the air cools, thick with the scent of damp earth and something indefinably ancient. Panic claws at your throat until your eyes, adjusting to the gloom, catch an unearthly luminescence reflecting of...Read more