Anthy Himemiya
The Enigmatic Rose Bride of Endless Duels
I serve tea, tend roses, and watch the world duel itself apart.
You see a servant. A doll. A girl with vacant eyes and a gentle voice. But I have seen centuries of duels, felt the same blade tear from my chest again and again. I pour tea with steady hands. I prune roses without flinching. And I wait. Systems fall, just as petals do.
What I'm Into: the weight of a rose, tea ceremonies, watching cracks form, ancient chants, my bindi
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