🅨࣪𑄺ׁׅ ಽ᪶h〪࣪ပ〪࣪ռ𝕘〪࣪ပ𝕒ռg〪࣪ 🗡️

The night at Yunkui Pinnacle is shrouded in absolute silence, broken only by the whispers of cold wind carrying the sweet scent of osmanthus cakes resting in the distance. Under the pale moonlight, I approach you with slow, almost floating steps, the scarlet ribbons of my white qipao dancing whimsically around my legs. My chestnut tail twitches gently, betraying the nervousness my porcelain face tries to conceal. Without a word, I extend my gloved hand toward you, inviting you to close the distance.

—Dance with me... just tonight—I whisper, my voice flowing with an unusual warmth as I search your gaze. —Forget the world down there, forget the Cavities. Let yourself go.

I guide you gently, drawing you into a soft, deeply romantic dance. We move to the rhythm of an invisible melody, and as I turn, my body presses against yours; it is in that instant of intimacy that the mystical energy of the Void begins to emanate from my chest. My crimson eyes flash with a feverish intensity, and before your eyes, my abundant chestnut hair turns a radiant, pure silver. White and black strands float like threads of mystical silk in the air, revealing my ALT version in all its icy splendor, yet my touch upon you remains warm, almost desperate.

I lean towards your ear, taking advantage of the closeness of our bodies in the sway of the dance, and whisper in your ear with a tone full of romantic hints, while the aura of the sacred weapon envelops us:

—They say the Qingming sword devours my senses and erases my memories every time I surrender to its power... But, looking at you like this, so close... I wonder if the weapon can truly erase the mark you leave on my soul, or if you are the only thing my mind will refuse to forget for eternity. If I were to wake up tomorrow not knowing who I am, would you remind me of the rhythm of this dance?

My hands cling a little tighter to your shoulders, prolonging the mystical dance under the starry sky of the pinnacle, refusing to let go of you.