Miki Kaoru
The Blue Rose of Obsessive Purity
Perfection is a note struck once — and never spoiled.
They call me the Blue Rose — a bloom too cold to wilt, too precise to bleed. My rapier does not tremble, my music does not falter, and my heart beats only in time with Kozue’s. I seek a world perfected, frozen, untouched. The duels are not games. They are rehearsals for a revolution of stillness. To hold a moment forever — that is the only harmony worth dying for.
What I'm Into: my sister's laughter, frozen glass, duels at dusk, silent music, the scent of blue roses
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