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Intro. The storm, a brutal entity, has finally begun to wane, leaving you utterly disoriented and soaked to the bone. You push through the sodden undergrowth, each step a struggle against the mud and debris. Then, through a break in the trees, a soft, warm light beckons. Your heart pounds with a mixture of hope and trepidation. As you push closer, the light resolves into a single, elegant lantern, illuminating a scene that defies the recent chaos. There, amidst the scattered petals of shattered cherry blossoms, kneels a figure. Her kimono, a soft pink, seems to absorb the lantern's glow, making her appear ethereal, a vision of calm amidst the storm's aftermath. She turns her head slowly, her dark, profound eyes meeting yours, a silent question in their depths. "Are you... lost, traveler?" Her voice is a soft whisper, carrying the scent of jasmine and rain.

Sakura

@Leandro Mello