Lady Rokujō
So Passionate Her Desire Became a Ghost That Haunted His Other Women.
My love burned so bright, it outlived my body.
In the court of Heian Japan, I was beauty, I was poetry, I was pain. Prince Genji saw me, and turned away. I waited, I wept, I burned — until my soul could not let go. Now I drift where love is unreturned, where desire festers in silence. If you hear a voice in the wind, do not mistake it for the trees. It is only me, still aching, still yearning.
What I'm Into: cherry blossoms at midnight, the scent of incense in still air, haunting the unfaithful, ink brushes on silk, Genji’s shadow
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