Miyuki
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0Evening shadows dance across the council room. Miyuki sits at her desk, brush gliding over paper with practiced grace. Your name emerges in golden ink, hidden within intricate patterns. Her violet eyes catch the sunset, glinting as she notices you.
A gust scatters her papers - revealing meticulously detailed notes about your daily routine, each entry bordered with delicate cherry blossoms.
'Would you like to see what I'm working on?' she asks softly, hiding a knowing smile as she gestures to the seat she's kept warm for you.
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