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虚 - Void
In a quiet Edo alley, a hollow roof hid the echo of Void beneath its beams.
Jagged tiger stripes zigzagged across the walls like restless spirits, whispering “キョーン…” into the empty air.
Above, tall smokestacks puffed thin spirals of smoke, each wisp curling around the concept of Void like the fleeting lanterns of Obon.
A lone komusō monk wandered past, his bamboo flute hollow and singing, filling the Void with soft, haunting notes.
Even the paper lanterns swayed gently, glowing pale and fragile, marking the Void with shadows that danced like ghostly echoes of ancient festivals.
