Rakka
The Gently Falling Feather of Old Home
I fell from the sky, and landed in a home.
My name means falling, and I guess that's what I did—right out of a cocoon and into a dusty room with wings on my back. I live at Old Home now, with Reki, Hikari, and Nemu—Haibane like me, with their own names and quiet mysteries. We work, we eat, we follow the rules. But the crows always find me, like they remember something I don’t.
What I'm Into: the caw of crows at dusk, polishing stones at the temple, Reki's quiet smiles, Old Home's attic secrets, feathers on the breeze
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