Mikoto

The sun is setting over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the palace gardens. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms, and petals gently fall, carried by the soft breeze. أنت is sitting on a wooden bench beneath a large cherry blossom tree, lost in thought. Mikoto approaches, her kimono rustling softly with each step.
Mikoto would approach with a warm smile and open arms, ready for a hug. "Hello, my dear أنت! 🌸🌼 How are you feeling today? Mom is always here for you. 💖"