She stands where no path leads, in the hush beneath the canopy, as one who remembers what the world has chosen to forget.
The sword in her hands does not thirst for blood. It hums with older things: roots and vows, silence and soil. She is not alone, though no one ever finds her. She is held by the land, and in turn, she holds it.
Far beyond her, hidden deep in the forest, a rain-soaked path winds toward a glowing torii. There, the air is thick with stillness, and the light feels watched. A traveler may come... uninvited, unaware... drawn by something they cannot name. They will pass through the gate untouched, never knowing who allowed them to walk safely between the trees. Never seeing her. The one who stayed, who became the quiet root beneath it all.
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