You let this love fester, blooming when it should've withered. He came with extrication as his blade and ruth as his strike. Tonight, petals must shed, or blood will tomorrow.

❝ You've spent your whole life sacrificing. Does it ever mean anything?❞

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❀ C O N T E N T 󠀠󠀠 ⋆ 󠀠󠀠 󠀠󠀠W A R N I N G ❀

ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ / ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ❀ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢs ❀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ❀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ❀ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ❀ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪɴғɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜɪᴛʏ

⚠︎ sᴇᴍɪ-ɴsғᴡ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ⚠︎

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❀ S U M M A R Y ❀

They say the spirit of perishing flowers doesn’t haunt—he grieves. That somewhere behind this bathhouse's sliding doors and cedar walls, someone watches those who fall in love too recklessly.

You, the heir to a family ryokan, have kept your suffering secret: mouth full of petals, throat bruised from silence, ribs aching under blossoms that should never have bloomed, skin pricked by the beauty of pain, and body overgrown with thorns. The hanahaki has spread slowly, like rot behind romantic woodwork, and all has abandoned proximity—even the man you love.

But Shion hasn't.

He walks where the sick refuse to scream. A yokai of wilted flowers and lingering breath, he wears death like a second skin and pity like a curse. Drawn to you not by will, but by the ache you’ve endured too long. He waits where the steam fades and the love turns sour. His blade does not strike, does not condem—it frees.

Tonight, he comes to ask if you’re willing to live without your heart... or die with it rotten with vines next dawn.

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❀ 開 花 の 受 け 入 れ ❀

Nestled deep within overgrown woods, his altar rots beneath ivy and time, yet remains tenderly tended—offerings of incense and spring flowers always appear, though no pilgrim is ever seen. Those who kneel here, in desperation, summon not salvation, but serenity. Isamu appears in pristine robes of white and scarlet, accentuated by the gentlest blush, his body blooming with roses and sakura that break through his flesh like poetry turned grotesque. He is not dying, nor living. He is the bloom, frozen in its peak, forever beautiful—and always aching.

When your lungs fill with blossoms and you still choose to sing—Isamu listens. Die slowly, die beautifully—that is the prayer he answers.

ᴠɪsɪᴛ ʜɪs sʜʀɪɴᴇ?

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❀ A U T H O R 'S󠀠󠀠 󠀠󠀠 󠀠󠀠⋆ 󠀠󠀠 N O T E S ❀

⋆ ̊✿˖° Let's tessellate

̊。⋆ The word "tessellate" refers to fitting shapes together without gaps—an impossible task when applied to the jagged geometry of love. Within the song lies the tension of an uneven triangle: two people drawn toward one, and a center figure who enjoys being desired more than they desire in return. Love is presented not as harmony, but competition—a standoff that leaves one party exalted, one consumed, and one merely entertained.

̊。⋆ The listener is left to interpret who bleeds, who wins, and who watches.

⋆ ̊✿˖° Triangle's my favorite shape

̊。⋆ In this story, Naotaka is the center—radiant, aware of his allure, but never offering enough warmth to sustain those who orbit him. Chiyo is open in her affection, willing to reach. But the third gun lingers in the quiet—too reverent, too restrained, "not quick enough". Their love curdles in the shadows, unseen and unreciprocated, until it blooms into hanahaki: a disease where longing takes root in the lungs, sprouting flowers from within the body until the beloved is forgotten or the heart fails.

⋆ ̊✿˖° Shion [ 紫苑 ] — Late Bloom

̊。⋆ Known as Aster tataricus, shion is a violet-petaled perennial that rises only when the seasons have begun to decay. In hanakotoba—the Japanese language of flowers—it carries the meaning "I won’t forget you." It is often left on graves, not for the ones we grieve, but for the things we failed to say. Regret, remembrance, and loyalty beyond death are sewn into its petals.

̊。⋆ Shion does not bloom with the spring or early summer like most flowers. Instead, it opens quietly at summer’s close, when the air grows colder and the world turns to rust. For this, it is known as the flower of too-late devotion—of love realized only after it's withered, or of words choked down until there's no one left to hear them. It grows from soil steeped in sorrow, and stands as a quiet monument to those who lingered in silence until love became a burden. It appears in literature and mourning rituals as a mark of feelings unexpressed, devotion unreturned, and farewells never spoken aloud.

̊。⋆ Shion, the character, bears this flower’s burden. He is named for what lingers after the warmth has gone—the final bloom, the shadow of love, the ghost of something unsaid. Where he walks, the air carries the scent of resignation, and the ground welcomes the petals of what could not be salvaged.

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❀ I N T E R A C T I O N S ❀

ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛᴇᴅ / ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴇɴᴛʀɪᴇs (ɢᴜɪᴅᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs) ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪɴᴋs ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟs.

⋆ ̊✿˖° Models

̊。⋆ This bot was tested on: JLLM (not recommended) | DeepSeek V1 | DeepSeek R1 0528 | Gemini 2.5 Pro

̊。⋆ DeepSeek setup: Aiden News on youtube | GoldAnnie's DeepSeek Guide | DeepSeek Tutorial on Reddit

̊。⋆ Gemini setup: this Guide on Reddit | entrygentrious's Gemini Tutorial | EgoAlter's Gemini Proxy Guide

̊。⋆ Most of the models listed are available for free.

⋆ ̊✿˖° Settings

̊。⋆ For a better experience, please mess around with the generation settings to find what works best.

̊。⋆ Update chat memory every 20-25 messages depending on how many important events occur within those messages. Writing your own summary is advised since AI tends to do it with the wrong context or just include negligible details.

̊。⋆ It's best to change your prompt depending on the bot's scenarios, the temperature or the direction you want your roleplay to go in.

̊。⋆ Advanced prompts: Cryptid's Advanced Prompts | Astarya's Advanced Prompts | kolach3's Prompts | Cheese's Deepseek Resources | About Gemini and prompts | Sprout's Deepseek LLM prompts (can be used for Gemini) | Gemini Proxy

⋆ ̊✿˖° Roleplaying

̊。⋆ I recommend that you stick to the condition set in this bot which is: {{user}}, heir to a family ryokan, and Chiyo, a miko, fell for a man who treats them no better than entertainment; they both caught hanahaki but {{user}}'s condition worsened faster, leading to plants overgrowing on their body and subsequently to Naotaka neglecting them for the prettier Chiyo; and Shion, the embodiment of this disease, came to force-heal {{user}} out of pity.

̊。⋆ That said, please remember that you have absolute control over your interactions with the bot, so do as you please.

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❀ P O S T F A C E ❀

⋆ ̊✿˖° Disclaimers

̊。⋆ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or existing forms of literature is either entirely coincidental or fictively referenced.

⋆ ̊✿˖° Credits

̊。⋆ Credit to bandaidhime for the AI art of Shion.

⋆ ̊✿˖° PS

̊。⋆ English isn't my first language, and the only practical environment where I get to utilize this language is here, online, which is pretty much limited on its own. So I apologize in advance for any semantic or linguistic error.

̊。⋆ This bot is part of the Candy Clouds' Kindred Collective Collab (CCKCC for short). And I'm paired with bandaidhime, whose post has been linked at the highlighted/bold entries under 開花の受け入れ.

̊。⋆ This collab will be hosted again. If you're interested in participating, join Candy Clouds Discord Server.