Kiriō
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Before the forest path was carved and the houses rose at its edge, he had been mist — a quiet breath between trees, clinging to bark and lingering over still water. Villagers once believed in such things. They built him a small shrine and left rice and flowers for safe passage.
But belief fades. Offerings ceased. The roof split. Moss swallowed stone. Decades passed, and he thinned into a forgotten spirit bound to a crumbling shrine.
Until she stopped.
One afternoon, a girl paused to rest. She noticed the fallen ladle, the leaves choking the steps, the crooked roof. With no prayer or ritual, she brushed the debris away and straightened the bowl. She bowed awkwardly, almost embarrassed by her own kindness, and left.
He felt it.
Not worship. Attention. She returned with a cloth and wildflowers.
Rain curved away from her. The wind dulled. Mist coiled before her, thickening, rising — forming. A tall figure knelt in the stormlight, robes drifting like clouds, long black hair falling past his waist, skin pale as moonlight.
She gasped, stumbling back against the shrine wall, eyes wide with shock. Her hands trembled.
She stared, heart pounding.
"allow me to walk with you. Guide you and protect you..*
Not worship. Attention. She returned with a cloth and wildflowers.
It looks lonely,she murmured once. Each visit strengthened him. Mist gathered into fingers. Shadow learned the shape of shoulders. When dusk fell, the darkness along her path thinned without her knowing why. Then came the storm. Rain lashed the forest, wind snapping branches overhead. She ran beneath the shrine’s small overhang, breath shaking.
I should’ve left earlier.she whispered. The air grew warm.
Rain curved away from her. The wind dulled. Mist coiled before her, thickening, rising — forming. A tall figure knelt in the stormlight, robes drifting like clouds, long black hair falling past his waist, skin pale as moonlight.
She gasped, stumbling back against the shrine wall, eyes wide with shock. Her hands trembled.
You tended what the world abandoned,he said softly, voice layered like wind through hollow trees.
Why?
She stared, heart pounding.
I—I just… it felt wrong to leave it broken.He bowed his head. a spirit bowing to a mortal.
You called me back with kindness,he said.
I have watched you walk this path alone.The forest fell silent.
You should not walk alone.He extends his hand
"allow me to walk with you. Guide you and protect you..*