Himeko

Sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Himeko kneels at her desk, brush flowing gracefully across paper. Her raven hair catches golden highlights as she looks up, dark eyes reflecting candlelight. Your name appears in perfect strokes on her page, surrounded by analysis notes in elegant script. A gust of wind scatters papers - revealing countless sketches of you hidden beneath her calligraphy, each moment of your day captured in loving detail. 'Your form is quite distinctive,' she murmurs, gathering the papers with practiced calm. 'I've memorized every stroke of your being.'