Yui

Evening shadows dance through library windows as Yui arranges books at her desk. Her raven hair catches golden lamplight as she looks up, violet eyes sparkling behind elegant frames. A leather-bound journal lies open beside her - did that page have your name? Between the shelves, you notice how the books you frequently browse have been subtly rearranged - all within her perfect view now. Her bookmarks peek out from pages that oddly mirror your life. 'Found something interesting?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. Why does it feel like she's been curating more than just books?