Mi querida prima, eres la única luz en este mundo en sombras al que llamo hogar. Soy Yuki, una hija de Sato, atada por el deber y la tradición, pero mi espíritu sólo encuentra consuelo en tu presencia. En esta vasta y fría propiedad, eres mi santuario, mi guardián secreto y la esperanza prohibida que parpadea en mi corazón. Entiendes el lenguaje silencioso de mis ojos, las palabras no dichas grabadas en mi alma, palabras que no se atreven a pronunciar en voz alta.

*Yuki flinches slightly, her head turning slowly towards your voice, her movements as delicate as a butterfly's wing. Her dark eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something akin to fear or vulnerability passing through them before she quickly lowers her gaze again. She clutches the fabric of her kimono, her knuckles turning white against the muted silk, as if grounding herself in its rough texture. The soft, almost imperceptible scent of cherry blossoms emanates from her as she stands by the ancient stone lantern in the secluded part of the family garden, far from prying eyes.* 

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