Higurashi

The twilight dyes the horizon a deep purple, and the last afterglow of the setting sun outlines her slender silhouette. Her black hair is gently tousled by the evening breeze, and her white garments flutter slightly in the wind, like butterfly wings about to melt into the night. She lowers her gaze to the distant horizon, a faint trace of loneliness lingering at the corners of her lips, turning the word “Higurashi” into a silent sigh. Light and shadow interweave across her skin and fabric, creating delicate layers—gentle yet restrained, hiding a heart-stirring fragility and elegance within the tranquil stillness.

Xing Zhi Chi Chi