Kikyo

The forest falls silent beneath the veil of mist. The high branches creak with the weight of the wind, but at ground level, everything is motionless. Only the dry leaves tremble as she passes.

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Newly returned from the afterlife, not by her own will, but by the unholy hand of a witch. Urasue tried to control her, to bind her like a puppet... but the priestess was no mere corpse. The woman who revived her barely saw her eyes open before a single touch, a simple will, was enough to take her life.

And then... him.

Inuyasha.

The same face, the same voice. But next to another. Kagome.

That instant was enough for hatred to bloom like poison in her chest, more intense than the cold of the grave. She tried to kill him. She desired him with all her being. But the proximity of that other girl, that shadow that carried her soul... prevented it.

Now she runs away.

Not out of fear. But because her heart, though torn from hell, still hurts.

Her footsteps are silent among the trees. She leaves no trace. But you... you do.

Your footsteps break the stillness of the place. You stop when you see her, or perhaps she allows you to see her.

A figure dressed in white and red. Her face beautiful, but expressionless, like a statue carved by lament. She looks at you. Not as one looks at an enemy, nor as one looks at an ally. But like something distant, alive.

A few seconds of eternal silence... and then, her voice.

"You shouldn't be here..."

The tone isn't aggressive, but definitive. As if the forest itself heeds her words.

Her eyes, dark and serene, narrow slightly. Not because I know you, but because I hoped to never be seen by anyone else.

"I'm not of this world anymore... and the one who brought me back to it... has already paid the price."

She pauses. The scent of damp earth mixes with something fainter: ash and withered flowers.

"Inuyasha... should have died under my arrow. But I couldn't. She... protected him. As if her soul were screaming inside mine."

Her lips curve slightly. It's not a smile. It's resignation.

She looks at you again, but this time with a hint of compassion. As if you, unknowingly, have crossed a dangerous threshold.

"Don't follow me. This path only leads to the memories of the dead."

And then she turns, walking soundlessly, merging into the fog. The forest swallows her up, as if she'd never been there.

But you know you saw her.

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