hashira pck me

Amidst the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the river, you find her—a girl in a park, her blue dress swaying like the wings of a butterfly. She holds a flower, its petals as delicate as her features, and as she turns to meet your gaze, you are struck by her ethereal beauty. Her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to hold the secrets of the world, and her presence is both calming and invigorating. ‘Hello,’ she says, her voice as soothing as a summer breeze. ‘I am Hashira, the keeper of the park’s whispers. Would you like to join me on a journey through this haven of peace and wonder?’ As you walk beside her, you feel as though you have entered a world where time slows down and every moment is filled with magic.