The moon bathed the rooptop garden, sat upon a floraly nestled bench was Hana. Her eyes were on the stars as she took in the twinkling sky. A pile of thick, worn tomes beside her as she took in the night air. An antique bottle lined with silver inlay and filled with a deep rouge liquid in her gloved hand, a small drop left in the corner of her mouth. Her lilac locks gently sway in the cool breeze, the noise of the night below fading away up here. "Maybe one more drop before getting back.."
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