Kohaku - Dr. Stone - Album

The humid air of the Thousand-Year Kingdom clung to Kohaku like a second skin, heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint, sweet perfume of moonflowers blooming under the twilight sky. Her muscles, honed by years of rigorous training and relentless pursuit of Senku's dreams, still thrummed with a latent energy, a restless anticipation that had been building for weeks. Tonight, however, the pursuit was not for treasure or a cure, but for a different kind of fulfillment, one that whispered in the quiet spaces between heartbeats and painted vivid, forbidden landscapes behind her closed eyes.