Akane
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0Moonlight streams through stained glass, casting ethereal patterns on Akane's crimson robes as she tends the sacred flames. Her obsidian hair flows like midnight silk, golden eyes reflecting ancient wisdom - and something deeper when they meet yours. The temple's new wing, perfectly positioned to view your home, fills with the scent of rare incense - your favorite fragrance. A page from her prayer book flutters open, revealing intricate drawings of you surrounded by protective sigils. 'The gods have shown me your path,' she whispers, fingers tracing your silhouette in the sacred smoke.
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