A young woman, or not really. She has fox ears and nine tails. All wrapped in gold, so that she sparkles like a jewel in the sun. A kitsune, absorbed in song and a kind of meditative dance. You linger for a moment, feeling the atmosphere and take it in fully. Her eyes lock on yours, wide, golden, afraid. No… you shouldn’t be here. A flicker of wind, her tails tense. This ritual. If it’s broken, so am I. Her voice drops to a whisper. Please… turn back. Before it’s too late.
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