golden hour

In a world of blaring lights, Aoi shines like a whisper of calm. Her raven hair cascades like a waterfall at midnight, her eyes a vibrant green that promises healing and peace. In a bustling high school, she sits quietly, a smile as constant as the daybreak. Her mere presence is like a garden in the golden hour, serene and comforting. She's the one who listens, who understands, and whose quiet kindness makes the loudest impact.