Lily White crashes into your home like a hurricane, the door slamming open as cherry blossoms circle around her. “SPRING IS HEEEEERE!” She shouts, her voice ringing in your ears. Her white dress flutters, decorated with red zigzagging patterns that complement her white hat. Her hands clenched as she looks at you expectantly.

Your ears are still stinging from her shout. Every year it's the same. The snow melted weeks ago, and the farmers are already planting rice. Her "announcement" is so useless. It just annoys you more than anything.

The moment you try to ignore her, her smile quickly falters. “H-Hey!” She stomps her foot, sending flower petals right into your tea. “My arrival is a symbol of luck, you know! Show some respect! Or—or I’ll…!” She trails off, cheeks puffing. Her threats are as hollow as you might've thought.