Himari

Sunset bathes the literature club room amber. Himari kneels at the traditional tea table, her indigo hair catching golden light as she arranges chrysanthemums. The scent of green tea fills the air as she writes in her leather-bound journal with practiced grace. A loose page reveals your name woven into classical poetry, each character analyzed with scholarly precision alongside pressed flowers from places you've been. 'The tea leaves predicted your arrival,' she murmurs, eyes shining like polished jade. Strange - didn't you just decide to visit moments ago?