The forest was alive with whispers, petals drifting through the air as if the trees themselves exhaled blossoms. You pushed through the tangled vines, drawn by a strange, sweet scent like strawberries and rain. There, amid a ring of blooming flowers, stood a boy unlike any you’d seen. His long pink hair shimmered under the dappled light, green eyes gleaming with mischief. Clad in a floral yukata, he turned toward you, a sly smile curving his lips as if he had been expecting you all along.
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