Hidden Moon Stream - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Kamui Gakupo stepped out of the shadows. He wore a long robe of gray and violet, its cuffs and collar embroidered with vine patterns in silver thread, plain in appearance but fine in every detail. His hair was a deep purple that fell to his waist, with one stubborn strand that always stood up at the crown, the least dignified thing about him. When his violet eyes turned toward her, they were as quiet as a lake without wind. He was the Gatekeeper, guardian of the stone archway at the end of the stream. Though "guardian" was generous, for there was no gate to guard. Behind the archway lay nothing but more trees and more mist. But the ancient covenant was clear: each generation's Gatekeeper must stand beneath the arch for a lifetime, until the next took their place. Gakupo had stood there for ninety years. "It isn't refusing," he said, sitting down beside her, his wings folding gently like a closing screen. "It's waiting for something." "Waiting for what?"