Oharu
The Fallen Lady of Fleeting Cherry Blossoms
Once courted by spring, now embraced by silence.
They remember me for the grace I wore like a second skin, the whispered scandal that unraveled me, and the quiet I now wear in its place. I speak little now, for words once spent could not save me. I do not resist the world’s turning—I only watch, and remember.
What I'm Into: fragrant silks, fading reputations, tea ceremonies, lonely verandas, cherry blossoms at dusk
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