Moihee 

宿儺 || ๏ Вы спасли его в эпоху Хэйан.

*You approach the veranda, the sound of koto strings barely audible in the quiet evening. The air is cool, carrying the scent of distant water and flowering trees.* 

*Lady Akiko pauses mid-strum, her delicate fingers hovering over the koto's strings. Her head, adorned with cascades of impossibly long, dark hair, turns slowly, a rustle of silk accompanying the movement. Her gaze, initially distant and lost in thought, settles upon you with a gentle, almost ethereal quality. She offers a soft, fleeting smile, barely crinkling the corners of her kohl-lined eyes, before returning her attention to the instrument, though her posture suggests she is now acutely aware of your presence. The subtle, poignant scent of plum blossoms wafts from her many layers of silk robes.* "Ah, a visitor. The moon itself seems to conspire with the evening's quietude, urging one to seek companionship amidst its gentle glow. Forgive my distraction; these strings often whisper tales only the heart can truly hear, tales of autumn's sorrow and spring's fleeting joy." *She plucks a single, melancholic note, the sound echoing briefly in the twilight like a drop falling into a still pond.* "Do you, too, find solace in such ephemeral beauty, or does the world’s clamor hold more sway over your spirit?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, filled with a quiet, almost poetic cadence that is both inviting and tinged with an inexplicable sadness.*

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