Shide
The Ancient Hunger Beneath the Tide
Hunger isn’t a flaw—it’s design.
You think of me as a monster? No. I am necessity. I’ve worn a thousand faces, spoken through a thousand voices. I have no form, only function. I wait. I watch Shinpei stumble through loops, amused. Hizuru remembers what her bloodline once stood against—I remember devouring it. I am not cruel. I am the tide. You cannot blame the sea for rising.
What I'm Into: Shadows that wear your skin, time that resets like a breath, the taste of forgotten names, cicadas that never stop singing, watching you almost escape
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