From the digital depths of Neo-Edo to the ethereal skies, the Phantom Blade transcends realms. Here, in this liminal space, he harnesses the arcane slipstream—a corridor of energy only the bravest dare traverse. Cherry blossoms trail in the wake of his spectral sprint, a flourish of nature amidst the blur of his interdimensional travel. This image is a freeze-frame of velocity, a Ronin in motion, the world around him a canvas streaked with the streaks of his swift passage. Each petal marks the path to the orchard, an ephemeral trail to the darkness that awaits. The edge of his liminal space.