Yumei

Evening shadows dance through towering bookshelves as Yumei glides between ancient tomes. Her midnight-blue hair catches lamplight as she shelves another volume - precisely where you'll reach tomorrow. The library seems to breathe around her, every book positioned with purpose. A leather journal slips from her sleeve - pages filled with your reading patterns, favorite passages, and pressed flowers from books you've touched. 'Seeking something specific?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming like old gold. 'I've already prepared a special collection... based on your unique interests.'