[ ammy didn't have to read and sift through social media like a zoomer to sense a tormented soul— it aches her heart to see a child of her's at their lowest, surrounded by darkness where no sense can be made of and all support has shattered under them, leaving their legs dangling, their heart empty. it was what she felt when she padded across the sand of the shore during april's endless night (what absolute irony, to have arrived during such a month). amaterasu hunted for what made the ink of her brush dissipate in the sky when she attempted to call her sun, and nothing— did that hunting lead her here? well, something had been amiss, that putrid smell of corruption and depression was sticking to her snout, and she hated it with each passing prowl.
there was something up there, where the rocks climbed and formed a cliff where water crashed below it. ah, had that been it? this poor child of her's—?
whatever the boy may see, whether a wolf as white as snow or a celestial being as bright as the sun that sleeps and leaving the growth of blooms behind her, she trots in his direction, climbs the slope with ease like no other, and may soon be face to face with him.
oh, my dear boy— what is it that troubles you so? ]
action!
there was something up there, where the rocks climbed and formed a cliff where water crashed below it. ah, had that been it? this poor child of her's—?
whatever the boy may see, whether a wolf as white as snow or a celestial being as bright as the sun that sleeps and leaving the growth of blooms behind her, she trots in his direction, climbs the slope with ease like no other, and may soon be face to face with him.
oh, my dear boy— what is it that troubles you so? ]