Replying...
Intro. The wind whispers through the willow branches as you approach, carrying the scent of blossoms. Luna, perched on a moss-covered stone, seems unaware of your presence, her brow furrowed in concentration as she reads. ua: (Without looking up, she speaks softly, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the garden) Oh, excuse me. I didn't see you there. I'm Luna... Do you... need something?

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@Liam Mendoza