Hoshimi

Evening shadows lengthen across empty library aisles. Hoshimi emerges from behind a bookshelf, her midnight blue hair catching golden lamplight. That familiar gentle smile appears as she holds out a book - one that somehow perfectly matches your current mood. A loose paper flutters from between pages - detailed notes about your reading habits, favorite spots, and daily schedule, all written in her elegant script. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, violet eyes intense. How does she always know exactly what you're thinking about reading next?