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Welcome, Wanderer

You’ve found your way to the place I call home in the North.
Explore, stay awhile, and see where the story leads.

Lore 1.0

Stories are told about me, stories even I cannot fully grasp. Although I have lived for ages beyond counting, my own past lies hidden behind fragments: names, voices and distant shadows whispering ancient promises. Sometimes I dream of a world that may no longer exist, a place where time bent in impossible ways and the stars murmured like living things.Legends claim that the first nekomata were born from the spirits of dead cats, yet the tales about me reach back long before such creatures ever appeared. Some insist I was never born at all. I simply came into being when the world required a balancer.I once concealed what I was, moving between the shape of a cat and a human, never staying in either long enough for anyone to understand. My appearance is young, but those attuned to the old energies sense something far older beneath the surface.Among yokai it is known, though rarely spoken aloud, that I am their emperor. Not through rule or command, but because my presence carries an ancient authority, a quiet weight carved from experience no other being possesses.The only part of my past that remains clear is The Midnight Union of Yokai, the organization I created when the boundary between humans and yokai began to falter. What started as a small effort to restore harmony grew into a symbol of unity for all yokai.Now, after centuries of calm, something has begun to stir. For the first time in ages, I feel a shift, a faint echo of the chaos that once threatened both worlds. In my dreams, shadows strain against the edges of reality and their whispers sharpen into words: the veil is breaking.Rumors spread within the union of wandering shadows with no source, of a trembling sky and the sense of an ancient eye opening after millennia of sleep.All signs point to the same place: the part of my past that even I have forgotten.

Lore 2.0

My past finally caught up with me, drawing me into a battle that left me wounded beyond anything I had known before. I remember little of what happened, only fragments of pain, chaos and the certainty that I had come dangerously close to death. Yet even in that state, something urged me onward. A distant pull guided me north, toward a place I had never known, yet somehow felt I was meant to find.I wandered into the far North until I reached an ancient forest buried beneath snow. There, among trees that seemed older than memory itself, I heard a beautiful song drifting through the cold. I could not understand its words, but something within it called to me, and despite my fading strength, I followed. The deeper I ventured into the forest, the closer the song became. A freezing wind began to rise around me, growing stronger with every step. My wounds had taken too much from me, and eventually my strength failed. I collapsed into the snow, trembling as the cold passed through my body and my consciousness slowly began to fade. The song was closer now. Just before darkness took me, I caught a glimpse of someone approaching through the snow, a figure dressed in shades of pale blue and white. The freezing wind seemed to move with her, yet the last thing I remember was not fear, but an unfamiliar sense of calm.When I awoke, something was different. The snow surrounded me and the northern wind still moved through the forest, yet I could no longer feel its cold. My body had changed slightly as well. I was taller, my appearance no longer entirely the same, and somewhere within me I could sense a presence that had not been there before. Confused and unable to remember what had happened after I lost consciousness, I wandered through the forest until I discovered a small village. There I met a healer who, strangely, seemed to have been expecting my arrival.It was from them that I learned the truth. The woman I had seen in the forest was a Yuki-onna. When she found me, my life was already fading, and there was little that could have saved me. Yet she had somehow recognized what I was, or perhaps who I had once been, and chose to sacrifice herself rather than allow me to die. Her soul became bound to mine.The clearest sign remains within one of my eyes, where a snowflake now rests as a mark of the soul that saved me. Her presence changed more than my appearance. The cold no longer harms me as it once did, and powers that were never mine before now sleep somewhere within me, waiting to be understood. I do not know why the Yuki-onna believed my life was worth her own. The healer could only tell me that she seemed to know something about my true identity, something even I had forgotten.But hearing those words awakened fragments of my memories. Faces I could not name. Places I could almost recognize. Battles fought long ago and promises whose meanings remain hidden from me. Among them came something else: a faint memory of the purpose I once carried. I still do not remember enough to understand the whole truth, but I remember enough to know that my journey is not over.My past has begun to return, the veil between worlds continues to weaken, and somewhere within those forgotten memories lies the reason I was drawn here. Now, carrying both my own ancient soul and the soul of the Yuki-onna who gave her life for mine, I must discover what I once forgot, what I have become and what still awaits me. And so my story continues, far from where it first began.Here, in the North.

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