Mitsuna Rei !!install!! (QUICK ✰)

She didn’t restore colors. She listened to them.

“Mitsuna.”

“I didn’t burn,” the voice whispered. “I became the gold. I’ve been waiting for you to listen.” mitsuna rei

That night, Rei sat beneath the old cherry tree behind her house, now gnarled and thick with years. She touched her chest, where something warm had settled — a small, patient gold light, humming a lullaby. She didn’t restore colors

She returned the fan to the old collector the next day. The woman wept when she saw it. patient gold light