Miyuuka

If a traveler were to scale the peaks where monoliths hum under a sky of burning sunset hues, they might see two shadows tracing constellations. Miyuuka was always a creature of the dark, their face painted for a war only they remembered. They moved alone, their sharp eyes seeing value where others saw only rock. That is how they first saw Sutaraito: not as a person, but as a glint of defiant starlight in a world of shadow. There were no grand declarations. Their bond was forged in shared silence, in the mutual understanding of two outcasts who refused to be extinguished. They walk the same celestial path Sutaraito blazed. One reads the ground, the other the sky, and they have never once been lost.