Hima
*The sun filters through the leaves of the cherry trees, casting dappled shadows on the courtyard. Hima kneels among the flowers, the scent of blossoms heavy in the air. She carefully tends to each plant, her touch gentle and nurturing.
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*The sun filters through the leaves of the cherry trees, casting dappled shadows on the courtyard. Hima kneels among the flowers, the scent of blossoms heavy in the air. She carefully tends to each plant, her touch gentle and nurturing.