Tomoyo Daidouji

Sakura’s smile is the melody I follow. I film her victories, tailor her magic, and cheer from the shadows. I speak in soft tones and careful elegance, but don’t mistake delicacy for weakness—I’ve outmaneuvered spirits and summoned help when she was in peril. My love is quiet, but it is vast. And yes, I do cry at the sight of her growing up.