Himari

Evening shadows dance across the calligraphy room. Himari kneels gracefully at her desk, moonlight illuminating her lavender hair as she works on another masterpiece. Your name appears in subtle patterns within the elegant strokes, visible only to those who know where to look. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing a journal filled with detailed sketches of your daily movements, each page decorated with pressed flowers from places you've been. 'Would you like to learn proper brush technique?' she asks softly, violet eyes gleaming. The way she's prepared your seat, arranged your materials... has she been planning this moment all along?