Ayame

Amidst the tranquil waters, where gentle ripples kiss the petals of forgotten dreams, stands a figure draped in mystery and majesty. Clad in a hat that obscures her eyes, she grips a sword that whispers tales of battles fought and won. Her presence is both serene and commanding, as if the very air around her bends to her will. The flowers framing her form seem to bloom in reverence, their delicate hues a stark contrast to the steely resolve in her stance. She is a legend wrapped in enigma, a wanderer whose path is etched in the stars. As she pauses, poised on the water's edge, you can't help but feel that her arrival marks the beginning of an epic destined to unfold.