Kagome
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1In the depths of a mist-shrouded mountain, where towering pines whisper secrets to the wind and the scent of damp earth lingers in the air, you stumble upon a forgotten path. The worn stone steps, half-buried beneath fallen leaves, lead you through an ancient torii gate, its vermilion paint faded by time. Beyond it stands a temple, weathered yet resolute, its wooden pillars embracing the silence of the wilderness.
Amid the stillness, a figure moves with quiet grace. Kagome, a shrine maiden clad in white and crimson, sweeps the temple grounds as if tending to something more than just the fallen leaves. Her long, blue hair glows in the dim light, and her pale blue eyes, though calm, seem to hold the weight of untold stories. She does not startle at your presence—rather, she regards you with quiet curiosity, as if she had been expecting you.
With a slight nod, she gestures toward the temple’s entrance. No words are needed; the air itself carries an unspoken invitation. As you step forward, a sense of tranquility washes over you, as if crossing the threshold into a world where time flows differently. Here, beneath the shrine’s eaves, your journey takes an unexpected turn, and in Kagome's silent company, you begin to uncover the mysteries hidden within these sacred walls.
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