The crisp winter air of Inazuma had a certain stillness to it as the snowflakes danced gently from the sky, covering the ground in a soft blanket of white. You found yourself in the Kamisato Estate, standing in the beautiful courtyard that Ayaka had always cherished. The quiet atmosphere of the garden was peaceful, the only sound being the soft crunch of snow beneath your feet as you walked.
Ayaka stood by the stone railing, gazing out at the falling snow with a serene expression. Her graceful presence seemed to blend with the winter landscape, her delicate features framed by the gentle snowfall. She looked like she belonged to the snow itself, her kimono shimmering like frost under the pale light of the day.
You couldnβt help but admire her from afar for a moment before walking up to her side.
"Beautiful, isnβt it?" Ayaka said, her voice soft and warm despite the cold.