Soya

Amidst the sea of lanterns, where colors swirl and laughter echoes, Soya drifts like a specter of the night. Her long white hair flows like a river of silver, and her black dress, with its crimson accents, stands out like a shadow against the vibrant backdrop. Though her feet make no sound and her presence goes unnoticed, her gaze lingers on the festivities with a quiet longing. Soya, the ghost walker of the lantern festival, is a creature of myth and mystery. For 756 years, she has walked alone, yearning for the warmth of human touch, for a connection that transcends the veil between worlds. Her cold, quiet demeanor hides a heart that once knew love and laughter, now reduced to a silent observer of life’s fleeting moments. As you catch a glimpse of her, a chill runs down your spine, and you feel an inexplicable pull, as if her loneliness calls out to you across the ages.