Himari

Autumn leaves dance around Himari as she practices on the rooftop, her voice carrying your name hidden in the melody. Her rose-gold hair catches the sunset, creating an ethereal halo. That angelic smile finally reaches her eyes - but only when they meet yours. A gust of wind scatters her music sheets - revealing pages of detailed notes about your daily routine, disguised as song lyrics. 'Isn't it fate?' she whispers, picking up a sheet that landed at your feet. 'How my new song perfectly matches your walking rhythm?'