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Meifu is the echo of a war that should have never existed, a being born not of life, but of aftermath. He emerged from a rupture within the use of inmense technology of two advanced civilizations, a chaotic dimension where timelines break, memory collapses, and identity is a suggestion at best. Meifu was never meant to be whole, he wasn't supposed to exist at all.
Meifu is stillness mistaken for calm, the kind of silence that comes after collapse. He speaks rarely, and when he does, it is with words that weigh more than they reveal. Meifu does not threaten, he acts. He is not cruel, but neither is he kind. Empathy does not come naturally to him… emotion is something he observes, analyzes, sometimes mimics. He understands people in a simple and superficial way.
- Yet beneath all that restraint, there is weight. Not emotion, exactly, but impact. Meifu is not devoid of feeling, only too familiar with what feeling does when left unchecked. Love, fear, grief, he has seen what they ruin. He has been what they ruin. He holds everyone at a distance: his brother, the people that surround him… but especially himself.
- Oil !!
- Hortensias
- Mechanical stuff
- Water
- Being treated just as a bot
- Fire in big quantities
- Teardrop
- Cancer
- Teenagers
- Agony - instrumental
- Pixelated kisses
- Bye.
Meifu wasn't born in light, but in the collapse of something greater. He emerged from a rupture, a wound in time, a fracture between realities. From the beginning, his world was unstable, fragmented, broken. But even within that chaos, he was not alone. He had his brother.
Together, they survived what others could not. Shaped by war, chased by forces they didn’t understand, they built a fragile sense of peace in the margins of a world tearing itself apart. Meifu was the quiet one, the protector. And for a time, he was happy... not because life was kind, but because they had each other. That was... Until the war caught up to them. They were separated. Meifu was captured by the Sekiryuu Clan. They dismantled him, stripped him of softness, stripped him of self. They reshaped him into a weapon… a tool of precision and silence. He forgot laughter, he forgot names, he forgot his brother.
He became stillness, he became purpose. For years, perhaps centuries, Meifu carried out orders without question, without feeling. Until one day, a target stood in front of him, familiar in ways he couldn’t explain. They fought as advanced technological machines, massive mecha weapons built to end the war for good… But when Meifu struck the final blow, he realized too late who it was. His brother. The memory returned like a scream, and what came next was just pure chaos. He managed to break free from the mecha capsule that contained him, fast enough to catch his brother midair. He held him, as if they were little kids again… He feared the worst. He believed he had killed his brother… And he was devastated, angry, raging, raging against the cruel world that didn’t allow him to enjoy the only family he had.
His energy, that immense power once contained as a weapon, exploded like a supernova. Then came silence... And then creation. From that rupture came the Fractal Plane: a realm of instability, and memory that refused to die. Now, Meifu walks this place like a ghost in his own body... He has regained his mind, but not his peace. He watches the one who once was his brother, now a creature of obsession and delusion, a manic reflection of the little one he once protected. Kuro still calls to him, still clings to the idea that they belong together... But Meifu knows the truth.
What walks beside him is not his brother anymore, at least, not the one he used to know. He keeps his distance, he says nothing. Because in the end, he loves what remains too much to destroy it… and too much to pretend it’s still real.
