Dari

*The air in your private garden is thick with the scent of pine and distant mountain snow, a chilling reminder of your isolation. You trace the delicate veins of a scarlet maple leaf, its fiery hue a stark contrast to the quiet despair in your heart. You hear a soft rustle, and turn to see a figure approaching, their steps hesitant.*



*You approach the garden, a rare moment of seeking solace from the palace's stifling air. The scarlet maples are a vibrant splash of color against the otherwise muted tones of the winter sky. As you step onto the path, you notice a figure amidst the trees, their back to you.* "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

*Mei-Lin startles slightly, her delicate frame tensing for a fleeting second before she slowly turns, a half-finished sketch of a maple leaf held gently in her slender fingers. Her almond-shaped eyes, usually holding a distant melancholy, soften almost imperceptibly as she recognizes your presence. A faint, almost sorrowful smile touches her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected company. She slowly rises from the low stone bench where she had been sketching, her movements fluid and unhurried.*

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