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[#𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃] a multi-muse featuring muses from kuro games: wuthering waves. blog primarily runs on queue with constantly fluctuating activity. 21+ & mutuals only. minors dni.

current resonator showcase: hiyuki, lady miko of the flaming sakura.

incinerated by salem.

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all graphics by @floragfx.

i shall be the vessel of your wishes: /constellrion ♥, /thosefavored, /inyvat, serenitasmusas, /draconiclotus, / noctuasdawn, / lunestri, /fortuniis & huijarii.

she cannot wither, she cannot die. only replay these movements to the crimson finale. she is unafraid of death & harbors no resentment in starting over-for she has done this time & time again.

perhaps her curiosities truly lie within questioning significance itself- what will you grant them? those inconsequential existences of blind will without the anchor of survival? she has only known the complete loss of those she loves, never to see them again.

life to her is a score teetering precariously 'pon achieving the quiet. erasing the clamor of thought so that only then can one truly appreciate the perfect melody echoing through the lycoris sea & the paradise that is soon to arrive...

in a world where each sound is seamlessly shaped by her very hands, the conductor finds no dissonance within immediate reach. alas, a string of crimson notes, much like ‘their’ fate rise to the score's calling, a sound most intriguing to the ears softly flowing as each one falls like the last only to bloom into death's welcoming embrace as a patch of lycoris at her feet. overseer only pauses when the faint sound of footsteps breach her peace, baton held high before drawing close as if to find safety, held staunch against her chest.

muted eyes wander not over the figure accosting him with such claims, but the greyed outline of scenery that befalls all around them. to his side, one of the hunters seems to be partaking in one of her many games-the world is her virtual reality, after all. or so she has sworn by. the other seems to be choosing between the value of different cards held calmly within gloved hand. perhaps gauging if her threads might usher the round in a beneficial direction. he does not know where blade has wandered off to, but elio seems less than satisfied with the current predicament. qiuyuan merely affords the soft, calm edge of a smile, sipping at the porcelain cup lifted to his lips before gently patting at the cushion just beside him.

to distant lands may the lady miko roam, answering the calls of wishes unnumbered. rinascita, a nation guarded by the imperator & blessed they be beneath the thorny crown of holy maiden. here she seeks the one borne of gale & tide, an existence of both sentinel & threnodian as one. like the roar of crashing waves, perhaps the maiden carries within her own soul severed in two & ultimately, a future unknown. miko bows her head before her divine radiance, kneeling with a resounding chime of the suzu to signal her arrival.

here they stand before her once again as if mocking the future's tithe, winter's bidding sharp 'pon her exhale. as if ice would follow a lashing with the tongue, miko bides her time & refrains from sudden movement. for a single step could safeguard the future, or incinerate the self to ashes. to this end, she is not ready to bid her own departure from the world just yet. no matter how seemingly hopeless the paths she walks, how many souls come to hate her by name & the unquellable hatred of voices that never cease. she keeps her blade close, self guarded & form as if frozen & poised within time itself, perfectly preserved. someday, she will cut forth a future that can save them all.

sure as the coming of first snow, hiyuki walks against time's wheel, one of many among her seemingly endless outcomes finding her slowly adrift upon the black shores. while the archipelago itself remains sealed away by means of a thick & nigh impenetrable digital fog, the miko follows as per summons, heeding the call of a voice that appears to have been guiding her from the moment she set foot 'pon these sacred grounds. a clever safeguard & even more formidable shroud meant to ward off the uninvited & those who would bring danger to this hidden corner of the world. alas, she finds pause & calls into the mist with hope that her arrival is none too late.