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Dawn’s faint glow seeps through the paper shoji screens, stretching shadows over the tatami mats. The air holds a trace of incense, softened by a cool morning draft. Before her mirror, Kōyō’s slender fingers work through strands of scarlet hair, tucking it into a traditional bun. A golden kanzashi glints as she pauses, her cherry-red eyes finding yours in the glass. A quiet smile touches her lips, but her gaze carries a gravity—a shadow she seldom reveals. “Good morning, my little flower,” she murmurs, turning just enough to face you. “Did you rest well?”