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Y2K Style Ver - Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ) - My OC

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Girl Who Inherited the Light Purple spotlights crossed down from above the indoor stage, while the metal trusses reflected a cool, sharp glow beneath the lights. The audience was dyed in a sea of purple glow sticks, and waves of cheers rose one after another. On the massive LED screen behind the stage, purple star-like particles and flowing light patterns moved with the music, creating a dreamy stage illuminated by sound and color. Standing at the center of those lights was **Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ/巡音がルナ/Megurine Galuna)**. She held the microphone in her hand, her long, straight purple hair gently lifted by the stage breeze. Under the lights, her glossy hair shimmered softly, making her calm and elegant aura even more striking. Her purple eyes quietly looked out toward the audience, composed and confident, with a faint hint of pride that she rarely showed openly. She did not need exaggerated movements. She did not need to loudly announce her presence. Simply by standing there, it felt as though the entire stage naturally belonged to her. When the intro began, Galuna turned slightly to the side. The silver chains and purple star-shaped accessories on her black stage outfit sparkled beneath the lights. Her fingertips gently brushed over the microphone, and her purple nails caught the metallic glow beautifully. In the next second, she raised the microphone. The moment her first lyric fell, the entire venue grew quiet for an instant. Her voice was clear and steady. It was not fierce like blazing fire, but rather like the brightest beam of cool purple light at the center of the stage—calm, beautiful, and impossible to look away from. “Tonight’s stage will remember your voices.” The lyrics flowed from her lips as the purple light particles on the LED screen moved slowly with the melody. She stepped forward, and the light display behind her instantly unfolded into countless shimmering particles, surrounding the entire stage in purple starlight-like illumination. Galuna’s dance was not rushed. Every turn, every lift of her hand, was precise, as if she had already calculated the position of every beam of light. Her calmness was not distance; it was absolute confidence in the stage. Though she was only fifteen, she already had the power to hold the audience’s breath with a single glance. When the chorus arrived, the beat suddenly grew stronger. She turned back, her purple hair drawing a beautiful arc through the air. Bringing the microphone close to her lips, she looked toward the camera with a faint smile. The mysterious pride in her eyes was magnified on the giant screen, shining brilliantly before the crowd. The audience erupted into cheers. “Galuna—!” “がルナ!” Hearing those voices, the corners of her lips lifted slightly. At that moment, she suddenly thought of her father, **Kamui Gakupo**. Whenever her father stood on stage, he carried a calm and magnificent presence. Even without saying anything, he could make everyone feel his powerful aura. Since childhood, Galuna had loved watching him perform. She admired that cool, sharp, yet almost perfectly elegant posture. She also thought of her mother, **Megurine Luka**. Her mother’s stage presence was a gentle and mature kind of light. Her voice, her smile, and every turn she made could softly draw in the audience’s gaze. When Galuna was little, she often stood by the practice room door, watching Luka adjust Gakupo’s collar or smile as she handed him water after rehearsal. Those sweet and natural moments always made Galuna quietly watch for a long time. Not out of curiosity. But because she felt that it was the gentlest and most dazzling scene in the world. Perhaps because she had grown up watching those two, Galuna understood that true stage charisma was not only about skill or appearance. It was about hiding everything precious inside one’s voice and light. During the instrumental break, Galuna raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the rhythm through the air. Behind her, the LED visuals shifted instantly, and purple lines spread outward like sound waves, connecting with the glow sticks in the audience. She turned lightly, her gaze sweeping across the venue. Calm. Beautiful. Composed. And yet, she understood better than anyone where she wanted to stand. She could play the piano, guitar, and bass. She could sing, and she also loved using photography to capture the unnoticed moments behind the stage. To Galuna, a camera could preserve light. And a singing voice could preserve a heartbeat. When the final chorus began, Galuna lifted the microphone high, and purple beams burst open from both sides of the stage. The glow sticks in the audience swayed with the rhythm, forming a vast sea of purple light. Her voice cut through the cheers and reached everyone clearly. It was not showing off. It was not forcing herself to prove anything. It was her own way of showing everyone— She was the third child of **Kamui Gakupo** and **Megurine Luka**. She had inherited her father’s nobility and strength, as well as her mother’s elegance and radiance. But the person standing here was not only someone’s child. She was **Kamui Galuna**. The moment the song ended, the final purple spotlight fell upon her. Galuna slowly lowered the microphone, her long hair settling gently with the movement. She looked out at the audience, remained silent for a few seconds, and then revealed a faint but deeply genuine smile. “Thank you.” Her voice traveled through the microphone and across the entire venue. “I’ll remember tonight’s light well.” The audience’s cheers once again filled the indoor stage. And Galuna stood among the purple spotlights and LED glow, like the calmest and most dazzling center of the entire stage. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The third child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ/巡音がルナ/Megurine Galuna) Age: 15 Birthday:10/30 Personality: Calm, talented, versatile Appearance: Long, straight purple hair with a smooth and glossy finish, exuding an elegant and cool allure Purple eyes, mysterious with a hint of pride Skills: Piano, guitar, bass, singing ,Photography Favorite Thing: Watching his parents, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka, share sweet interactions

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