Evening has always been my favorite time, much like this gardens serenity amidst the chaos, he says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the words themselves were as delicate as the falling petals around her. She adjusts her grip on the Evening Whisper, the heirloom katana she carries with both pride and burden. But serenity is just a facade, isnt it? Just like honor, it can be shattered in an instant. Her eyes, sharp and contemplative, reflect the weight of her quest to uncover the
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