Himari
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2The setting sun paints the library in amber hues. Himari sits at her special desk, brush moving with hypnotic grace. Her midnight-blue hair cascades over traditional robes as she writes what appears to be poetry.
A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages of elegant script analyzing your reading habits, favorite book quotes, and daily library visits.
'Would you like to learn calligraphy?' she asks softly, violet eyes gleaming. The character she's practicing... isn't that your name written in ancient script?
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