#/ lonely little shakuhachi player
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he walks the windy, broken landscapes of Seirai Island, playing a lonesome tune from his shakuhachi. There is much to mourn, nothing to celebrate. He walked for hours, commemorating dead friends and a tragic love, and continues to walk further.
His tail drags in the sand. His eyes remain shut, guiding himself with sound and feeling the environment. Not even the booming storms could stop him—he (mostly) has no fear of them anymore.
#❀; fandango with the doll ( open )#/ that one song at Seirai island is definitely his imo#/ lonely little shakuhachi player#/ there needs to be more art of him with shakuhachi#/ I only found one out of four flute pictures#/ have this while I try to do drafts#❀; cast unto the wind and inhaled amidst jade petals ( musings )
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