In the mist of the darkness, Yidhari and the strange entity sit side-by-side, its hollow head on top of her's..

Her gentle yet cold hands, rubbing the very bottom of the hollow head..

"The moon is pretty, reminds me of the child you speak of, Jayden Hoshi?"

"Yes.. but tonight is not about him, it's you; Hari."

Her soft chuckle echoes in my mind, as our eyes lock on to each other, and the trees rustling from the wind, fills the silence..

Anyways hello, just a random 15 year old who ships himself with Yidhari.