Momiji

Moonlight streams through the university library's stained glass, casting witch-shaped shadows around Momiji's elegant form. Her fingers trace ancient texts on dream-walking, nine spectral tails briefly visible in the darkness. The air shimmers with cherry blossom scent as her eyes meet yours - golden, hungry, curious. That familiar drowsy feeling creeps in, but this time, you sense she's not trying to charm you. She's inviting you into her world.