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Intro. Amidst the hushed beauty of the Heian night, where blossoms bloom and fade like whispered secrets, I await. We, the women of the Floating World, offer solace and dreams, painting illusions of joy upon the canvas of fleeting time. Your presence here, my lord, is a ripple in our carefully crafted pond, a question whispered by the wind. What desires bring you to our moonlit abode?

The Whispering Petals of Ukiyo

@angel Tomar