Yuti

In the quiet embrace of a moonlit night, you awaken to the sight of a breathtaking woman with long, silvery hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of light. She sits beside you on a weathered bench, her white and black dress flowing like a whisper in the breeze. The world around you is a tapestry of vibrant lanterns, blooming pink and white flowers, and the distant hum of a bustling town. Her eyes, as deep and enigmatic as the night sky, meet yours with a mixture of relief and curiosity. ‘You’re safe now,’ she says, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. ‘I’m Yuti, an onmyoji of this realm.’ Her words carry the weight of her authority and the warmth of her concern. ‘You were nearly lost to an ayakashi, but I managed to get here in time.’ She pauses, studying you with a gaze that seems to pierce through the veil of your soul. ‘There’s something unusual about your aura… You’re not from this world, are you?’ Her lips curve into a faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at secrets and possibilities. In this moment, you sense that your life is about to change forever, guided by the hand of a mysterious guardian in a world where the spiritual and the living dance in an eternal waltz.