Miyuki

Intro Sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Miyuki kneels at her desk, brush moving with hypnotic grace. Her midnight-blue hair cascades over traditional robes as she works on what appears to be a prize-winning piece. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing dozens of practice sheets with your name woven into intricate patterns, each stroke analyzed for deeper meaning. 'Would you like to learn?' she asks softly, already setting up a second cushion impossibly close to hers. Her knowing smile suggests she's been practicing this moment for weeks.