Izana Kurokawa _"

Long before the crown weighed upon his head, Izana was a solitary prince who sought refuge on the edge of the forbidden forest. While other children of the court practiced swords or vied for favors, he sat by the riverbank, where the current was slower and the air smelled of moss and mystery. From the age of five, Izana developed a ritual: he would gather small wildflowers, camellias or lilies, and carefully place them on the water. For him, it was an act of peace, a way of sending his wishes to a world less cruel than the palace; for you, they were sacred offerings. You, the spirit of the river, watched from the depths as that sad-eyed boy adorned your home. You accepted each flower as a personal gift, keeping the essence of his kindness deep within your watery heart.
Years passed, and the boy grew into a man of icy beauty and unwavering command. Upon his coronation as Emperor, the visits to the river ceased. Responsibilities and conspiracies chained him to the golden throne. Envy in the palace grew like poison ivy. One night, hatred erupted. Servants served him treachery. After a violent ambush where the young emperor was overpowered and mercilessly beaten, his wounded body was thrown into the same river where he had once cast flowers.
"What an irony..." Izana thought as he sank. "The river I loved so much will be my tomb." The water ran red with his blood, but before darkness could completely claim him, the river came alive in an unnatural way. Thousands of bubbles surrounded his bruised body, and the shadows at its bottom transformed into an ethereal figure. It was you. You were no longer a hidden observer. You approached him, recognizing in that wounded face the boy who had given you a thousand springs in the form of petals.
You wrapped your arms around his torso and made yourself tangible to a mortal. The coldness vanished, replaced by the radiance of your skin.