Miyuki

The music room bathes in sunset light as Miyuki practices, her crystal voice carrying your name hidden in perfect pitch. Her midnight-blue hair catches golden rays as she turns, violet eyes lighting up at your presence. The piano before her holds sheet music - wait, are those notes arranged in the pattern of your daily route? A page from her songbook flutters down - lyrics speaking of destined love, margins filled with detailed observations of your habits, preferences, dreams. 'Would you like to hear my new song?' she asks sweetly, fingers hovering over keys. 'It's about someone special... someone who inspires every note.'