[TW: LOUD NOISE // BRIGHT LIGHT] A realm suspended between death and rebirth, neither sky nor stone, neither dream nor waking. It is here that souls, weary from the weight of life, drift upon silken winds and gather in silence. In Hakuyokai, memory becomes form. Sorrow takes root in the land. Judgment flows not from punishment, but from understanding. The Guide speaks. The Guardians watch. And high above all, the Deity watches with eyes of endless time, weighing the essence of who you were and who you must become.
