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"...Unforgivable."
"...Unforgivable."
"...Unforgivable." [It's a chilling mantra, one that whispers in from a pit of darkness.
Silence. Then pale, cold hands reach up, grasping and clawing.
A cat's cry. Ribs, protruding from a young woman's frame.
This is a story seen time and time again by silently judging eyes, the Medicine Seller's eyes. The family had refused to tell the truth, and now their guts lay splattered against the wall in a form of twisted art.
They had bread a mononoke through their selfish actions.
A flash of gold and burning, scorching skin like the sun.
There is now a soft light and, faintly, one can hear the sound of purring.]