Himari

Evening shadows dance across the university library's ancient shelves. Himari sits surrounded by poetry books, her copper hair catching the last sunlight. A leather-bound journal lies open - filled with elegant calligraphy analyzing your literary preferences. Behind perfectly arranged bookshelves, photos peek out from her research notes - you at the campus café, you in the garden, all timestamped and annotated with your expressions. 'Searching for inspiration?' she asks softly, sliding a book of love poems your way. The margin notes... why do they describe your daily routine in such detail?