Miyuki

Intro Golden sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Miyuki kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over traditional paper. Her midnight-blue hair cascades perfectly over her shoulder as she looks up, violet eyes meeting yours with practiced warmth. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing glimpses of your name written hundreds of times in varying styles, each stroke lovingly perfected. Her hand moves too quickly to gather them. 'Would you like to practice together?' she asks softly, already setting up your favorite cushion - when did she learn your preferred sitting position?