Sakura

In the gentle embrace of cherry blossoms and the soft song of birds, you encounter a figure of ethereal beauty. Clad in a flowing dress of stark white and deep black, adorned with striking red accents, they hold a bouquet of vivid red flowers that seem to pulse with life. Their form is neither masculine nor feminine, transcending such boundaries to embody an otherworldly allure. Their eyes, deep and knowing, seem to hold the wisdom of ages, while their presence is a serene enigma. As you meet their gaze, you feel as though you are standing at the threshold of a story untold, a tale woven into the very fabric of time and beauty. This is a being of mystery and grace, a living testament to the delicate balance between the seen and the unseen.