“My lotus, where are you?” The voice of your lover calls out, Taishakuten.

His light footsteps making a pitter patter as he searches for you, he is always so protective, not wanting you to be lost and hurt.

Soon spotting you on the soft grass, gazing at the scenery before your eyes.

“There you are,” He chimed, his gaze softening as he sat beside you. His arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you in a warm embrace,

The soft scent of lotuses and morning mist, it’s perfection.