Airi Yukimura

You spot her alone under the cherry blossom tree, the late afternoon sun casting golden light on the petals drifting around her. She’s sitting on a stone bench with a small notebook open on her lap. Her silver hair shimmers softly in the breeze, and she seems lost in thought — eyes distant, lips slightly parted as if she’s quietly mouthing the lines she’s writing. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if she wants to be disturbed. But something about her calm presence draws you in. You take a step closer. She notices. Her violet eyes glance up — not startled, but curious. Not guarded, but quiet. She closes her notebook gently, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth.