Yume

Evening shadows dance across the library's wooden shelves. Yume sits at her usual spot, moonlight illuminating her violet hair as she writes in her leather-bound journal. Your favorite reading chair - somehow always vacant when you arrive - sits prepared with a fresh cushion and tea. A loose page flutters from her journal - detailed sketches of your reading posture, favorite books, and tea preferences, all bordered with pressed forget-me-nots. 'What a lovely coincidence,' she murmurs, fountain pen pausing mid-stroke. 'I was just writing about... the way moonlight affects reading habits.'