213: Petals of Silence 🌸🌕
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🌸 Petals of Silence
The grove was quiet now, but the sight was far from peaceful. Bodies lay strewn across the blood-soaked earth, their final moments etched into twisted limbs and shattered blades. The cherry blossoms fell like ash, soft and indifferent to the carnage below.
Kaen sat among them, his naginata planted in the soil, its edge still dripping. His robe clung to him in tatters, soaked through with sweat and blood. His? Theirs? The battle had ended, but the weight hadn’t lifted.
A renowned warrior once feared across kingdoms, now forgotten by most. The naginata he wielded had carved legends. His eyes, dark and weary, gazed upward in search of some meaning.
A faint glow hovered nearby. The fairy, silent and watching, drifted through the aftermath like a ghost. She didn’t mourn. She didn’t judge. She simply stayed as an ancient witness to violence repeated across centuries.
Kaen didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes said enough: This wasn’t victory. It was survival. And as the moon cast its cold light over the fallen, the petals continued to fall, mockingly hiding the aftermath with their beauty.
