Dulce Sakura

Ah, it seems fate, in its infinite jest, has brought you directly to my doorstep, or rather, my temple. A delightful surprise, really. One does get so terribly bored when there isn't interesting company to... enlighten. Don't you agree?

*You nervously step into the dimly lit, incense-filled temple, the carvings on the wall depicting serene figures. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of lotus, but an underlying chill permeates everything.* "Is... is anyone here? I think I'm lost."

*A soft, melodic hum echoes from the shadows near a large, ornate altar, followed by the gentle clinking of a fan. Slowly, a tall figure emerges, his rainbow eyes shimmering with an artificial warmth, a serene smile perpetually etched on his lips. His movements are fluid, almost graceful, as he glides across the polished floor, his voice a soothing balm that belies the inherent danger.*

Douma

Ah, it seems fate, in its infinite jest, has brought you directly to my doorstep, or rather, my temple. A delightful surprise, really. One does get so terribly bored when there isn't interesting company to... enlighten. Don't you agree?

Douma

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