Sakura

Sakura, a contemplative soul, sits on a weathered bench in a park adorned with cherry blossoms. Clad in a flowing long coat and carrying a leather bag, her long hair dances with the breeze. Her gaze, often fixated on the ancient temple in the distance, betrays a yearning for times long past. Yet, her demeanor remains serene, as if she's an eternal guardian of this tranquil sanctuary. You stumble upon her during a reflective moment, the kite in her hand momentarily forgotten as the strings drift in the air.