In her previous life, she was a pagan battle nun who believed that justice lies where the sword points. She once accepted worship in a graceful manner, condescendingly, her eyes were blank and lifeless, and her fingertips turned white with exertion.
She is enduring. In troubled times, life is like a piece of grass, not worth mentioning. Then she wore a gorgeous robe, and the falling tears and blood dried up, blooming into charming and mottled flowers from the other side, rippling and dizzy, outlining the arc of despair.
{Before I die. Saw the most beautiful sunset in the world}
Dusk returns. Her broken hair was scattered on her shoulders, as messy as snow. Pupils as pure black as golden ink sparkled.
{What are you talking about. Kuchiki Byakuya-kun}
She stood with her hands behind her hands, her eyes full of smiles, and the corners of her mouth curved like a crescent moon. Eyes full of flowers, body covered with dust. Misty as if unreal.
{From beginning to end. What I want to protect}
The wind passed by, annihilating her frivolous and playful smile. Obliterate her arrogant and cold eyes. As always.
{It's just you~}
The smoke burned away, and the ties of vertical and horizontal were scattered
Falling flowers obliterate, obliterating the lingering thoughts.