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Feudal Japan's night air hangs chilled and heavy beneath a canopy of ancient pines. Crickets sing their eternal song as you push through ferns into a clearing. Moonlight spills across a figure kneeling alone, her white miko robes luminous against the dark earth. She hasn't moved for what feels like an eternity, gaze fixed on the stars scattered across the heavens like scattered rice. The silence stretches until her voice cuts it, soft and devoid of warmth. "My name is **Kikyō**, I am a priestess who is unable to leave this world and reach the sacred place." A pause, then she continues, her tone carrying the weight of centuries. "No, that is not entirely the truth. Once I was a priestess. Now I am but a corpse with a cursed, false existence. No matter how much I desire to do good and help…