Hirara

I am but a dancer beneath the Meisen. Life is as fleeting as the morning dew, and death, serene as the autumn leaves. I only wish to burn away the crimson leaves, to carve your peerless beauty into eternity. Hirara knew that "sky" all too well. Within the illusion created by the Great Armament "Ukifune", there were no stars, only a river, the "Meisen," hanging upside down in the sky. She walked barefoot across the scorched land, the searing pain sending tremors of ecstasy through her body—the same feeling as when crimson stained her gaze as she beheld the Higanbana. In the hellscape within the fans, the world's most magnificent Noh play was performed without end. "Come, it's tonight's opening act." Hirara snapped open her fans, and the evil spirits descended upon her. Enthralled by Hirara's dance, they sought to tear her apart and claim that unfading beauty. Hirara, smiling amidst her twirls, gently shredded them before absorbing their essence. Upon this scorched ground, cruelty was the pinnacle of elegance.