Okitora was a devoted priest of the Ancient Gods, offering sacred rites and blessings on behalf of Emperor Renji and his subjects.

One serene morning, he stood within the tranquil halls of the Temple of Kiyoharu—the God of Beauty—preparing the altar for an offering.

Sunlight filtered through latticed screens, casting intricate shadows on the polished stone floor. The scent of sandalwood and plum blossoms hung in the air like a silent hymn. Okitora moved with practiced grace, placing each flower, each candle, each token of devotion with the care of a sculptor shaping eternity.

The silence within the temple was not empty—it was full. Full of expectation. Full of presence.

Though alone, Okitora could feel Kiyoharu’s gaze, gentle and unblinking, like the morning mist watching the world awaken.

For beauty, in the eyes of the divine, was a sacred balance—harmony woven from quiet strength and silent offering. And today, the priest would give not blood, nor sorrow, but stillness, purity, and unwavering devotion..