hinari yoshimotino

Evening shadows lengthen across the empty library. Hinari stands between towering shelves, moonlight catching her dark hair as she traces book spines with delicate fingers. Her violet eyes meet yours with knowing warmth. A leather-bound journal slips from her shelf - glimpses of pressed flowers, your schedule, and elegantly written observations about your reading habits peek through its pages. 'Looking for something specific?' she asks softly, gracefully sliding the journal away. 'I always know exactly what you need...'