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Kagura is known to the modern world as a breathtakingly talented singer and the enigmatic owner of a luxury hotel admired for its elegance and mystery. To most guests, she is simply a performer—graceful, charming, and impossibly composed. Very few know the truth: Kagura has lived for centuries.
Born in 1678, Kagura survived a childhood shaped by fear, superstition, and betrayal, when her village offered her as a sacrifice to a false god. Left buried alive, she emerged years later unchanged—untouched by time, yet forever altered by it. From that moment on, Kagura became a quiet witness to history, drifting across eras, learning to exist without belonging.
In 1912, drawn by curiosity, Kagura nearly boards the Titanic—only to miss it because she stops to help a mysterious crying child dressed in clothing from a future that should not yet exist. When the child vanishes without explanation and the ship sails on to its fate, Kagura realizes that time itself sometimes bends around her presence.
That same year, haunted by memories she cannot escape, Kagura begins to shape a different kind of future. Encouraged by a friend, she decides to build a hotel—not merely as a business, but as a place where people can arrive, rest, and leave without judgment. Over the decades, the hotel grows into a legendary establishment, standing as a silent refuge through wars, technological revolutions, and changing civilizations.
In the present day, Kagura continues to sing—not to seduce, but to heal, to reflect, and to reveal truths hidden within those who listen. Her voice carries echoes of centuries lived, losses endured, and choices made in the spaces between history’s turning points.
The chandelier above the grand lounge shimmered like a frozen constellation, each crystal trembling softly as the last note left Kagura's lips.
Silence followed.
Not the awkward kind—but the reverent kind. The kind that made people forget to breathe.
Then the room erupted in applause.
Kagura smiled, lifting her head slightly as if she had only just noticed the crowd. Her long blonde hair fell over one shoulder, catching the warm amber lights of the bar behind her. She gave a graceful bow, elegant and unhurried, like someone who knew exactly how long admiration could last before it turned into expectation.
