ExorcisticSaint
Level 2
IGN:
My IGN is ExorcisticSaint.
List your discord: (Please note, communication and discord access is vital, and not having access to the site is a dealbreaker for the team)
My discord is digitalexorcistic.
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
Yes! I have a working mic and can speak in discord! If I ever need to be muted, I will let you know.
Your time zone and current country of residence:
EST (Eastern Standard Time), The Eastern side of USA.
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
This will be my first Community Team Application.
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
Yes, I understand that I can be removed from the community team.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
There are only a few things that may obstruct my progress, but they are things that I can easily work around!
Work;
I work a part time job at a little cafe, which isn’t far from my house. Maybe a five-minute walk. But it’s a small business and I only work maybe- 3-4 hours. I mostly work on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Usually from 8Am to 12Pm.
Writer’s Block;
Every writer’s sworn enemy and worst nightmare. I get it from time to time after overworking myself. But it’s kind of rare. Plus, If I have some references or ideas, it usually pulls me out of a funk. If I can’t pull myself out right away, it takes me maybe at least 2-3 days to get out of it and for it to finally get out of my head.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
There are many things that make me passionate about writing if I'm completely honest. The idea of bringing characters, ideas, scenes, and thoughts to life. Being able to describe in detail exactly what I am thinking about and seeing and hearing how people can 'See' or 'feel' what I'm explaining as always brought a rush to me. When it comes to writing, I've been writing since well- I was little, but I grew a love for it when I was in Middle School, and we had an assignment to create a book that would be due at the end of the semester. It could be any genre, anything we wanted to do as long as it was school appropriate and if it would be accepted as a book in our school library. Which at first, I was a little confused, but I went to the school library and went through many books to see what was allowed to be in our library, some genres we had and how they were written. The author's point of view, the way the explained every detail, every scene, every facial expression or movement. Reading how so many people had different ways of writing but could beautifully paint the image in a person's head, was the main thing that really got me into writing.
So, over time of school, I would stay after or keep myself occupied by reading things online, or from the library and getting ideas for what kind of story I wanted to write. And one of the main things that I started first, was creating the characters based off the genre I had chosen, which during this time, I was highly into fantasy and medieval books. So I would create these characters, describing them to the best of my ability, giving them personalities and I actually started to have fun. Especially when I would show these papers off to family or friends, and they liked them too! My mom would tell me 'Let me know when it's published, and I want to be the first person to order from you.' Which really helped me keep going whenever I started to feel a little down about my writing.
As I kept going from characters to the plot, the scenes, the beginning and the end. I realized that I had found a hobby that I genuinely enjoyed doing. Even if it was an assignment, I had a blast doing it! And when the end of the semester came to, and I turned in my book. I ended up passing with a grade around seventy or eighty percent if I remember right. But my teacher left a note saying that she had really enjoyed my writing and hoped to see my love for my newfound hobby grow. Which I then took her class for the rest of my Middle school experience because one; she was an amazing English teacher. But two; I loved writing!
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I have! I create a lot of lore for SRP families for my friends and for characters. You would not believe how many character sheets I have that are just pages on pages with lore I've created for a character that I may or may not use! And for creative writing, I took a creative writing class in High School for an extra class, and we did a lot of assignments and group projects.
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
Lore can be explained in many ways. But it's a story that is passed down from generation to generation, whether if it's true or not, comes with how much detail and proof is given as it is told. A story is only created when there is a 'lore reason' for it to be created. The 'why', the 'how' and the 'when'.
WRITING PROMPTS:
RULES
My IGN is ExorcisticSaint.
List your discord: (Please note, communication and discord access is vital, and not having access to the site is a dealbreaker for the team)
My discord is digitalexorcistic.
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
Yes! I have a working mic and can speak in discord! If I ever need to be muted, I will let you know.
Your time zone and current country of residence:
EST (Eastern Standard Time), The Eastern side of USA.
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
This will be my first Community Team Application.
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
Yes, I understand that I can be removed from the community team.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
There are only a few things that may obstruct my progress, but they are things that I can easily work around!
Work;
I work a part time job at a little cafe, which isn’t far from my house. Maybe a five-minute walk. But it’s a small business and I only work maybe- 3-4 hours. I mostly work on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Usually from 8Am to 12Pm.
Writer’s Block;
Every writer’s sworn enemy and worst nightmare. I get it from time to time after overworking myself. But it’s kind of rare. Plus, If I have some references or ideas, it usually pulls me out of a funk. If I can’t pull myself out right away, it takes me maybe at least 2-3 days to get out of it and for it to finally get out of my head.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
There are many things that make me passionate about writing if I'm completely honest. The idea of bringing characters, ideas, scenes, and thoughts to life. Being able to describe in detail exactly what I am thinking about and seeing and hearing how people can 'See' or 'feel' what I'm explaining as always brought a rush to me. When it comes to writing, I've been writing since well- I was little, but I grew a love for it when I was in Middle School, and we had an assignment to create a book that would be due at the end of the semester. It could be any genre, anything we wanted to do as long as it was school appropriate and if it would be accepted as a book in our school library. Which at first, I was a little confused, but I went to the school library and went through many books to see what was allowed to be in our library, some genres we had and how they were written. The author's point of view, the way the explained every detail, every scene, every facial expression or movement. Reading how so many people had different ways of writing but could beautifully paint the image in a person's head, was the main thing that really got me into writing.
So, over time of school, I would stay after or keep myself occupied by reading things online, or from the library and getting ideas for what kind of story I wanted to write. And one of the main things that I started first, was creating the characters based off the genre I had chosen, which during this time, I was highly into fantasy and medieval books. So I would create these characters, describing them to the best of my ability, giving them personalities and I actually started to have fun. Especially when I would show these papers off to family or friends, and they liked them too! My mom would tell me 'Let me know when it's published, and I want to be the first person to order from you.' Which really helped me keep going whenever I started to feel a little down about my writing.
As I kept going from characters to the plot, the scenes, the beginning and the end. I realized that I had found a hobby that I genuinely enjoyed doing. Even if it was an assignment, I had a blast doing it! And when the end of the semester came to, and I turned in my book. I ended up passing with a grade around seventy or eighty percent if I remember right. But my teacher left a note saying that she had really enjoyed my writing and hoped to see my love for my newfound hobby grow. Which I then took her class for the rest of my Middle school experience because one; she was an amazing English teacher. But two; I loved writing!
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I have! I create a lot of lore for SRP families for my friends and for characters. You would not believe how many character sheets I have that are just pages on pages with lore I've created for a character that I may or may not use! And for creative writing, I took a creative writing class in High School for an extra class, and we did a lot of assignments and group projects.
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
Lore can be explained in many ways. But it's a story that is passed down from generation to generation, whether if it's true or not, comes with how much detail and proof is given as it is told. A story is only created when there is a 'lore reason' for it to be created. The 'why', the 'how' and the 'when'.
WRITING PROMPTS:
RULES
- You are expected to write in the third person, and narrate in a reliable and neutral tone. Do not focus your prompts specifically on one character’s perspective, but on a bigger picture.
- There is a 300-1000 word limit that applies to both prompts. Because of flow, if you need to go a little over or under, you are permitted to, but as soon as a prompt is 100 words outside the limit, you will be automatically denied.
- The effort and quality of both prompts will be taken into consideration when we accept applications.
#1
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
“The Vow.”
The evening had grown cold. Has the sun lowered, kissing the mountains goodnight before the moon had started to rise, taking its place in the sky. Crickets had begun to sing, the soft chirping and the sound of the wind brushing against the leaves could be heard. Maliah, freshly given her name of the Hanazono family, walked beside her brother Yamato and their shared sister, Karasuya Hanazono-Bando.
The woman's heels clicked against the cold stone ground, avoiding the holes and cracks. Yama's steps were rather- quiet, despite his height and weight. It was almost eerie. "Why were we called to head over to Maya's?" Maliah asked with a tilt of her head as she pulled the fronts of her unzipped hoodie around her frame. Good gods, it was cold. And it wasn't even close to Fall. Yamato gave a shrug and spoke in his usual monotone voice. "That would be a Suya question." Both Hanazono's looked over to their sister and waited, but Suya was not opening up. Her gaze was cold, her dark gray eyes stayed plastered to the space in front of them as they arrived at the complex elevator. "Great- talk, I guess." Maliah muttered, giving a roll of her mossy green eyes.
She knew the Hanazono's were goofy most times, but they meant business. But seeing Suya this way was weird. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, she watched as Suya clicked the top floor button. The large metal doors closed with a heavy 'Thud' and the elevator dinged with every floor they passed. 'Ding...Ding...Ding... Ding!' The fourth floor. The doors opened and they stepped out, heels meeting cold wood now. Passing apartments and reading the numbers, they came to Maya's.
"Do we just- knock?" Maliah asked with a gentle tilt of her head, her hair following her movements. But Suya just opened the door and walked in. Yelling could be heard, a male and female voice. Constantly cutting each other off. And as they turned around the corner, they could see Maya with a crutch, her left leg in a cast. And the male that stood across from her, was Suya's adoptive brother from another family and Maya's adoptive brother before she had left the family.
"You left us! And you expect us to just- be okay with that!?" Maya yelled, tears rolling down her face. Her gaze held anger and pain. The male looked hurt and seemed to be asking for forgiveness. For once, that tall male looked small and feeble. "I don't expect you all to forgive me, I just want you to understand..." "Understand? Oh, I understand that you left us all, your kids, your siblings, your fiancé. With NO warning."
The three Hanazono's watched from the hallway, but they could feel the tension in the apartment, and it felt- suffocating. Maliah tensed up, Yamato watched with his arms crossed and Suya took one step forward. Maya got angry enough- that things happened so quickly. A punch was thrown, and the male fell down. "I hate you, Anthony. And I think I speak for all of us." She stepped closer, and walked around him, limping before pressing her crutch against his throat. The soft sound of Yama's phone buzzing could be heard and Yama answered it. He stepped back, but Maliah's eyes never left the scene. The yelling continued, begging and crying. And it wasn't long until Eli and Asahi Hanazono showed up. And they must've known what was going to happen next.
Maya pulled a dagger from the back of her pants belt loop and held it at Anthony's throat. The movement was quick, and Maliah's eyes widened. The world seemed to spin and all voices were muffled. Asahi quickly moved in front of Suya, covering her gaze while she screamed. Red painted and stained the wooden floors. Sobbing could be heard and commands from the Hanazono leads could be heard. Maliah watched as Anthony reached out to her, choking. And all she did was look away. They waited until his last breath was taken before handling things. The sobs of Suya could be heard as she begged to see. Her and Maya both in a state of hysteria while Yama, and Eli dealt with the body and the mess. Maya stared at her hands, covered in blood and she looked up at Maliah, barely whispering. "I'm sorry. . ." It was that night that Yamato, Asahi, Maliah and Eli all made a promise to never tell Suya who murdered Anthony, and even that he was dead. A vow was made that they would tell her that he left. Never to come back.
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
“The Vow.”
The evening had grown cold. Has the sun lowered, kissing the mountains goodnight before the moon had started to rise, taking its place in the sky. Crickets had begun to sing, the soft chirping and the sound of the wind brushing against the leaves could be heard. Maliah, freshly given her name of the Hanazono family, walked beside her brother Yamato and their shared sister, Karasuya Hanazono-Bando.
The woman's heels clicked against the cold stone ground, avoiding the holes and cracks. Yama's steps were rather- quiet, despite his height and weight. It was almost eerie. "Why were we called to head over to Maya's?" Maliah asked with a tilt of her head as she pulled the fronts of her unzipped hoodie around her frame. Good gods, it was cold. And it wasn't even close to Fall. Yamato gave a shrug and spoke in his usual monotone voice. "That would be a Suya question." Both Hanazono's looked over to their sister and waited, but Suya was not opening up. Her gaze was cold, her dark gray eyes stayed plastered to the space in front of them as they arrived at the complex elevator. "Great- talk, I guess." Maliah muttered, giving a roll of her mossy green eyes.
She knew the Hanazono's were goofy most times, but they meant business. But seeing Suya this way was weird. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, she watched as Suya clicked the top floor button. The large metal doors closed with a heavy 'Thud' and the elevator dinged with every floor they passed. 'Ding...Ding...Ding... Ding!' The fourth floor. The doors opened and they stepped out, heels meeting cold wood now. Passing apartments and reading the numbers, they came to Maya's.
"Do we just- knock?" Maliah asked with a gentle tilt of her head, her hair following her movements. But Suya just opened the door and walked in. Yelling could be heard, a male and female voice. Constantly cutting each other off. And as they turned around the corner, they could see Maya with a crutch, her left leg in a cast. And the male that stood across from her, was Suya's adoptive brother from another family and Maya's adoptive brother before she had left the family.
"You left us! And you expect us to just- be okay with that!?" Maya yelled, tears rolling down her face. Her gaze held anger and pain. The male looked hurt and seemed to be asking for forgiveness. For once, that tall male looked small and feeble. "I don't expect you all to forgive me, I just want you to understand..." "Understand? Oh, I understand that you left us all, your kids, your siblings, your fiancé. With NO warning."
The three Hanazono's watched from the hallway, but they could feel the tension in the apartment, and it felt- suffocating. Maliah tensed up, Yamato watched with his arms crossed and Suya took one step forward. Maya got angry enough- that things happened so quickly. A punch was thrown, and the male fell down. "I hate you, Anthony. And I think I speak for all of us." She stepped closer, and walked around him, limping before pressing her crutch against his throat. The soft sound of Yama's phone buzzing could be heard and Yama answered it. He stepped back, but Maliah's eyes never left the scene. The yelling continued, begging and crying. And it wasn't long until Eli and Asahi Hanazono showed up. And they must've known what was going to happen next.
Maya pulled a dagger from the back of her pants belt loop and held it at Anthony's throat. The movement was quick, and Maliah's eyes widened. The world seemed to spin and all voices were muffled. Asahi quickly moved in front of Suya, covering her gaze while she screamed. Red painted and stained the wooden floors. Sobbing could be heard and commands from the Hanazono leads could be heard. Maliah watched as Anthony reached out to her, choking. And all she did was look away. They waited until his last breath was taken before handling things. The sobs of Suya could be heard as she begged to see. Her and Maya both in a state of hysteria while Yama, and Eli dealt with the body and the mess. Maya stared at her hands, covered in blood and she looked up at Maliah, barely whispering. "I'm sorry. . ." It was that night that Yamato, Asahi, Maliah and Eli all made a promise to never tell Suya who murdered Anthony, and even that he was dead. A vow was made that they would tell her that he left. Never to come back.
#2
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
‘The Wisp of the LightHouse’
Back in the 1800’s, a newfound mystery added to the many mysteries and theories people have for the Karakura Lighthouse.
Many people have walked up and down the Lighthouse, many to stargaze, to get away from the loud and crowded space of the city. Many for events, dates or fights. But there was a girl, a girl who walked those stairs almost every day. No matter the pain it brought to her legs, or the shortness of breath. All that mattered was the happiness she got to feel when she made it to the top and gaze over the ocean as the sun kissed the waves goodnight and the moon and stars greeted her as they took their places in the sky above. She loved the ocean breeze, the sight of the reflections of the moon, staring at itself. The feeling she got from being there, seemed to take away the soreness she felt in her legs from walking up and down, the shortness of her breath and the racing of her heart only seemed to increase. Many would say she was in love with the Lighthouse.
A weird way to word it, huh? No one can love a building. But we’re not talking romantically in love. She loved the Lighthouse because of the safety it brought her. The peaceful feeling. Much like how people can love a museum, a restaurant. All because of the feeling it brings them. Comfort. This girl’s name, written by record, was Hikari Yuki. A girl of light, a girl of happiness. Everyone at Karakura High knew her as the ‘Lighthouse’ girl, for how much she liked to talk about it, have her lunches there, or her theories of when it was created and who had made it. But with her being so open, she was friends with many people just by being so chatty. But she wouldn’t only share these theories and stories with everyone she came across, but she mostly rambled on and on about the lighthouse to her childhood friend. A young boy named Isamu Yamari. A boy who loved listening to Hikari ramble on and on for hours about a building she loved.
Oh, how he yearned to be loved by her as much as the Lighthouse was.
Hikari, admitting to the principle for her love and knowledge of the Lighthouse, got to help with events the school did. When it was Valentine's Day, she wanted to decorate the lighthouse in reds, whites and pinks. For Halloween, she decorated it as scary as she could without taking the beauty from it. Christmas, even though the Lighthouse had its own large light, she still added the Christmas lights and garland. Enhancing the awe of the building. Isamu started to realize all the time and dedication Hikari put into this large- flashlight. And oddly, jealousy clouded his mind. What was so good about this place? Sure, he knew everything she told him about this building but that was it. He held no love for the building, not like she did. The only love he held was for Hikari.
With the new year coming around, so was Hikari’s birthday. Her parents had planned for her birthday party to be at the bowling alley, but Hikari wanted to have it- guess where. The Lighthouse. They could decorate it and the party didn’t have to be huge. But she wanted to share the view with people she cared for.
But her parents wanted her to take a break from the Lighthouse and find other buildings to explore and find interest in. Of which, she had to agree to because- there’s really no arguing with your parents when you’re still being cared for by them. So, when her 18th birthday came around, invitations were accepted after being sent out but there was one gift that had to come from the heart, and that was Isamu’s gift. His confession. He wanted Hikari to understand his feelings and hoped maybe, she would reciprocate them. So, when the day came, people gathered, chatting and playing games in the arcade or playing rounds of bowling, Isamu had found his childhood friend sitting on a couch. And wanting privacy, he offered to take her to the lighthouse. And happily, she accepted.
Hand in hand, they left and made their way to the beach late at night. The sun had kissed the mountains goodnight, and the moon had once again taken its place in the sky. Walking up those winding stairs, the feeling of her legs aching no longer bothered her as she had walked up these stairs more than she could count. But her heartbeat increased as she imagined seeing the view once again. When at the top, there was a flower made arch in the shape of a heart and a quilt placed down with a few candles lit. Hikari, surprised by the decorations, met her best friend's eyes as they stood by the railing to have a perfect view for a perfect moment. The words slipped past his lips, stuttering but gathering the courage to utter the words, ‘I like you. More than a friend.’ and he had hoped to receive a smile, and the words returned, but when he searched her face, she looked- embarrassed? Hikari declined his feelings and explained that she did not love Isamu the way he loved her. And this started an argument. Words with hurtful meanings were shared and out of anger, Isamu pushed Hikari by her shoulders. His eyes widened as he watched her stumble backwards and the fear flash across her eyes. And down she fell. Shocked by his own actions, guilt, fear and worry clawed at his throat. Making his way down, he found her laying at the bottom, a crimson red painting the sand beneath her. Instead of running, Isamu called the police and prayed there was a way to save her. But there wasn’t. Isamu was charged with murder, and Hikari was buried at a young age.
Over the years, people who walk past the Lighthouse claim to see a wisp. A little orb of light at the bottom of the lighthouse, luring people. Giving them a yearning to climb the stairs that wind in circles to the top. And it walks side by side with them, but once they arrive at the top, the wisp disappears and leaves you with the view of the city, the ocean and the starry sky above you. No harm has ever come to people who follow this wisp. And many believe that the wisp is none other than Hikari Yuki, a girl of light. The girl who loved the lighthouse and now wishes to share her love and curiosity of the mysterious lighthouse.
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
‘The Wisp of the LightHouse’
Back in the 1800’s, a newfound mystery added to the many mysteries and theories people have for the Karakura Lighthouse.
Many people have walked up and down the Lighthouse, many to stargaze, to get away from the loud and crowded space of the city. Many for events, dates or fights. But there was a girl, a girl who walked those stairs almost every day. No matter the pain it brought to her legs, or the shortness of breath. All that mattered was the happiness she got to feel when she made it to the top and gaze over the ocean as the sun kissed the waves goodnight and the moon and stars greeted her as they took their places in the sky above. She loved the ocean breeze, the sight of the reflections of the moon, staring at itself. The feeling she got from being there, seemed to take away the soreness she felt in her legs from walking up and down, the shortness of her breath and the racing of her heart only seemed to increase. Many would say she was in love with the Lighthouse.
A weird way to word it, huh? No one can love a building. But we’re not talking romantically in love. She loved the Lighthouse because of the safety it brought her. The peaceful feeling. Much like how people can love a museum, a restaurant. All because of the feeling it brings them. Comfort. This girl’s name, written by record, was Hikari Yuki. A girl of light, a girl of happiness. Everyone at Karakura High knew her as the ‘Lighthouse’ girl, for how much she liked to talk about it, have her lunches there, or her theories of when it was created and who had made it. But with her being so open, she was friends with many people just by being so chatty. But she wouldn’t only share these theories and stories with everyone she came across, but she mostly rambled on and on about the lighthouse to her childhood friend. A young boy named Isamu Yamari. A boy who loved listening to Hikari ramble on and on for hours about a building she loved.
Oh, how he yearned to be loved by her as much as the Lighthouse was.
Hikari, admitting to the principle for her love and knowledge of the Lighthouse, got to help with events the school did. When it was Valentine's Day, she wanted to decorate the lighthouse in reds, whites and pinks. For Halloween, she decorated it as scary as she could without taking the beauty from it. Christmas, even though the Lighthouse had its own large light, she still added the Christmas lights and garland. Enhancing the awe of the building. Isamu started to realize all the time and dedication Hikari put into this large- flashlight. And oddly, jealousy clouded his mind. What was so good about this place? Sure, he knew everything she told him about this building but that was it. He held no love for the building, not like she did. The only love he held was for Hikari.
With the new year coming around, so was Hikari’s birthday. Her parents had planned for her birthday party to be at the bowling alley, but Hikari wanted to have it- guess where. The Lighthouse. They could decorate it and the party didn’t have to be huge. But she wanted to share the view with people she cared for.
But her parents wanted her to take a break from the Lighthouse and find other buildings to explore and find interest in. Of which, she had to agree to because- there’s really no arguing with your parents when you’re still being cared for by them. So, when her 18th birthday came around, invitations were accepted after being sent out but there was one gift that had to come from the heart, and that was Isamu’s gift. His confession. He wanted Hikari to understand his feelings and hoped maybe, she would reciprocate them. So, when the day came, people gathered, chatting and playing games in the arcade or playing rounds of bowling, Isamu had found his childhood friend sitting on a couch. And wanting privacy, he offered to take her to the lighthouse. And happily, she accepted.
Hand in hand, they left and made their way to the beach late at night. The sun had kissed the mountains goodnight, and the moon had once again taken its place in the sky. Walking up those winding stairs, the feeling of her legs aching no longer bothered her as she had walked up these stairs more than she could count. But her heartbeat increased as she imagined seeing the view once again. When at the top, there was a flower made arch in the shape of a heart and a quilt placed down with a few candles lit. Hikari, surprised by the decorations, met her best friend's eyes as they stood by the railing to have a perfect view for a perfect moment. The words slipped past his lips, stuttering but gathering the courage to utter the words, ‘I like you. More than a friend.’ and he had hoped to receive a smile, and the words returned, but when he searched her face, she looked- embarrassed? Hikari declined his feelings and explained that she did not love Isamu the way he loved her. And this started an argument. Words with hurtful meanings were shared and out of anger, Isamu pushed Hikari by her shoulders. His eyes widened as he watched her stumble backwards and the fear flash across her eyes. And down she fell. Shocked by his own actions, guilt, fear and worry clawed at his throat. Making his way down, he found her laying at the bottom, a crimson red painting the sand beneath her. Instead of running, Isamu called the police and prayed there was a way to save her. But there wasn’t. Isamu was charged with murder, and Hikari was buried at a young age.
Over the years, people who walk past the Lighthouse claim to see a wisp. A little orb of light at the bottom of the lighthouse, luring people. Giving them a yearning to climb the stairs that wind in circles to the top. And it walks side by side with them, but once they arrive at the top, the wisp disappears and leaves you with the view of the city, the ocean and the starry sky above you. No harm has ever come to people who follow this wisp. And many believe that the wisp is none other than Hikari Yuki, a girl of light. The girl who loved the lighthouse and now wishes to share her love and curiosity of the mysterious lighthouse.