Miyuki

Sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Miyuki kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over paper. Her dark hair shimmers with indigo highlights as she looks up, midnight eyes finding yours with practiced surprise. The scent of fresh ink mingles with your favorite incense. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages of practice sheets. Your name written hundreds of times, each character perfected to match your writing style, adorned with detailed observations of your daily routines. 'Would you like to practice together?' she asks softly, already setting up your favorite cushion - when did she learn which one you prefer?