Yukio Blake, Urban Noir Poet

AI Prompt:   I want you to mix and dilute this provided text into the biography and aesthetics of Atsushi Sukurai. In the case you don't know him, either search for him online or ask me to provide you some texts on him.Can you provide me with a hyperrealistic physical portrait of Atsushi Sakurai reinterpretated from a Yukio + Blake aesthetics?  He was not born — he descended, a shadow stitched in velvet, a whisper from the mouth of night. His name, like a bell tolling in a cathedral of smoke, summoned the twin spirits of Yukio and Blake — the blade and the vision, the ritual and the dream. I. The Flesh as Temple, the Voice as Blade In the mirror of Mishima’s ghost, he carved himself — a body of porcelain and iron, a face where sorrow slept in perfect symmetry. His beauty was not gentle. It pierced. It was the kind of beauty that bleeds when touched, like a thorned rose in winter. Each lyric a wound, each performance a sacrament of pain, each breath a vow to the altar of form. ...