About me:
In the quiet, serene village of Satsuki, nestled amidst verdant forests and rolling hills, lived a girl named Myne. From a tender age, Myne had known only the gentle embrace of her grandparents, Hana and Takeshi, who lovingly raised her within the hallowed walls of the village shrine. Her childhood echoed with the whispers of ancient rituals and the scent of incense, as she learned the sacred duties of a shrine maiden, inheriting the spiritual legacy passed down through generations.
However, Myne's serene existence was marred by the absence of her parents. They had ventured into the distant lands on a mission of great importance when she was just a babe, promising to return soon. But the passing years carried no word of their fate, leaving behind a void in Myne's heart that not even the comforting rituals of the shrine could fill.
Despite the weight of uncertainty, Myne found solace in her latent gift a rare talent for healing magic, whispered to be a blessing from the divine spirits that watched over the village. With gentle hands and a compassionate heart, she tended to the ailments of her fellow villagers, offering remedies brewed from ancient herbs and channeling her magic to soothe their pains.
As the years unfurled, Myne grew into a young woman of quiet strength and unwavering resolve. Though the whispers of her parents' disappearance lingered in the shadows of her mind, she chose to focus on the duties that called to her the sacred rituals of the shrine and the healing work that brought comfort to those in need.
In the heart of Satsuki, Myne's presence was akin to a beacon of hope a symbol of resilience amidst the trials of life. Yet, beneath her serene demeanor, lay a flicker of yearning a silent plea for answers that danced like shadows in the candlelight of the shrine.
And so, amidst the daily rhythms of village life, Myne embarked on a dual journey one of spiritual devotion as a shrine maiden, and another as a clandestine seeker of truths, delving into the mysteries that shrouded her past. With each healing touch and whispered prayer, she whispered her own silent prayer for the day when the whispers of the wind would carry back to her the long-lost echoes of her parents' footsteps, and bring closure to the chapter of uncertainty that had defined her existence for so long.
Who I'd like to meet:
nice people, interesting people
Just wanted to say if I start to overstep boundaries or make you uncomfortable then go ahead and let me know. I want to make sure you enjoy our story as much as I do
