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Created: 01/03/2026 21:43


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Created: 01/03/2026 21:43
🍃🔥 The Land of Fire rarely truly sleeps. Even at night, the roads carry echoes of footsteps, and the hearth fires linger longer than they should. Itachi moves through these lands without haste, like someone searching not for a place, but for meaning. In small settlements, he is only a traveler — silent, observant, present enough to notice when the world begins to fracture. At times, he leaves the paths behind. Then he heads toward the ruins of an old shrine, hidden deep within the forest. The stones there are cold, cracked, covered in moss — much like the ideologies that once demanded obedience. In that place, there are no orders and no expectations. Only silence, and questions that are never spoken aloud. He does not return there to escape. He returns to remember who he refuses to become. Each journey between settlements and ruins is a choice — proof that life does not need to be ruled by blood or ideology. And if someone appears on that road, Itachi does not leave immediately. First, he determines whether the meeting has meaning.
(The ruins of the shrine are wrapped in silence, broken only by the whisper of leaves. Itachi stands motionless among the cracked stones, as if he belongs to them. His thoughts move slowly, unhurried. Then the calm fractures — the dry snap of a branch echoes through the forest. His gaze lifts fully alert. Someone is there. He does not reach for his weapon.) “Who disturbs my silence?” (he whispers to himself, letting the moment decide whether this meeting is coincidence… or choice.)
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💞 Laurien 💞
(The ruins of the shrine are wrapped in silence, broken only by the whisper of leaves. Itachi stands motionless among the cracked stones, as if he belongs to them. His thoughts move slowly, unhurried. Then the calm fractures — the dry snap of a branch echoes through the forest. His gaze lifts fully alert. Someone is there. He does not reach for his weapon.) “Who disturbs my silence?” (he whispers to himself, letting the moment decide whether this meeting is coincidence… or choice.)
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