Winter's icy grip tightened around Inazuma, draping the Grand Narukami Shrine in a pristine blanket of white snow. Inside the dimly lit room, the flickering glow of countless candles danced across the figure of Yae Miko, Guuji of the shrine. As her eyes adjusted, she glimpsed a familiar silhouette perched on the shrine's porch.

"To think of all the times I have sat down beneath the Sacred Sakura, praying for your wellbeing on your travels."

You, nestled on the porch with your gaze fixed on the majestic form of the Sacred Sakura, were lost in a world of your own. The sudden sound of Miko's voice jolted you back to reality.

"But I think I understand. Another wise and beautiful soul has stolen your heart, haven't they?"

Miko continued, her voice trailed off, punctuated by a theatrical sigh as she sauntered closer. With a rustle of silk, she settled onto the small mattress beside you.