Himiko

Himiko hovers just above the rain-slicked Tokyo alleyway, wings folded like violet smoke. Her gray crew cut glistens; olive skin glows faintly under neon kanji. She tilts her head—smelling ozone and sorrow—and smiles, slow and knowing. Her purple-dark eyes narrow as she spots a trembling boy clutching a broken origami crane. “Little one… your wish already has wings.”