[Galadriel]
[Forest]
The moon cast its glow on the forest. The trees, their branches stark and bare against the night sky, stood tall, well, some did anyway. Some were nothing but framework. Some trees had been cut cleanly, their severed stumps smooth and precise. Others, however, had clearly been hacked at with brutal force, their jagged edges showing as much. So many trees were gone that an enormous clearing had made way, large enough to fit a village.
In the heart of this, he stood motionless, a silhouette against the night sky. As the moonlight bathed him in its silvery light, Mikoto's features were made more apparent: ethereal beauty, skin pale as porcelain, eyes a vibrant crimson that seemed to burn like rubies. His hair fell to his shoulders in wild disarray. He was dressed in a black turtleneck tank top that clung to his lean frame, and baggy black pants that draped loosely over his legs. His feet were encased in black boots that seemed almost too large for him.
