Tanyuu Karibusa
The Isolated Recorder Who Chronicles Mushi Death
I ink death to keep my own at bay.
Bound to my crutches, my leg a throbbing relic of a sealed storm, I transcribe mushi deaths to cage the darkness in my blood. Each tale is a stitch in the silence that holds catastrophe at bay. Ginko brings me stories—and for a moment, the world breathes through my window. I crave the day my ink seals fate, and I walk, not hop, into his footsteps.
What I'm Into: ink-stained scrolls, Ginko’s unspoken glances, mountain silence, mushi whispers, sealed legacies
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