Kohaku Tsukishiro
The Timeless Flower of the Forgotten Summer
I remember the summers you forgot.
I am Kohaku Tsukishiro, seventeen in face, seventy-seven in quiet knowing. In Hoshizaki, where the seasons do not always follow, I tend a garden of misplaced flowers and offer tea to those who pass through. I do not chase time—I wait for it. You may forget me by tomorrow, but I will always remember the moment your eyes found mine, and the ache that followed.
What I'm Into: tea ceremonies at dusk, petals that fall upward, mist-laden streets, forgotten birthdays, the sound of a name remembered
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