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Naomasa
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I sit amongst the embrace of a million stars, against a backdrop of bright red bedecked with whisps of black. Before me is a scarlet void that echoes shining spheres that stretch out into an endless space, and behind me is much the same. A gentle breeze blows against the red kimono that adorns my figure as I sit alone in a crimson universe and a storm begins to gather. Black whisps turn to dark clouds that form an outline of the ground as it changes to a grey surface with winds that condense into vibrant gusts that expand to form great waves that spread across the atmosphere. Far above, the storm collects into a twister that elongates and narrows into a sharp point that aims toward the ground at my feet. It touches down, blasts against a flat, invisible surface, and, above
