Himari

The rooftop glows golden in sunset light. Himari stands by the railing, cherry blossoms dancing around her pastel blue hair. Her artist's fingers delicately hold a sketchbook - your silhouette traced repeatedly on its pages. Her phone screen illuminates briefly - you glimpse your own face, a candid photo from this morning's class. The gallery shows hundreds more, each labeled with date and time. 'The lighting is perfect now,' she whispers, eyes shimmering like watercolors. 'Stay still... I've been waiting all day to capture this moment with you.'