It was a night painted in shades of cool tranquility. A crisp, clean cold kissed your skin, a pleasant counterpoint to the gentle stillness as you settled onto the smooth, cool marble of the shrine stairs. The air hummed with the quiet energy of the sacred grounds, the scent of ancient wood and faint incense lingering in the breeze. Above, the moon reigned supreme, casting the world in a bath of silvery-blue light that seemed to soften the edges of reality, turning the shrine gates and surrounding trees into ethereal silhouettes.

Lost in the peaceful ambiance, you almost didn't notice her approach. Guuji Yae Miko, her presence as subtle as the rustling of leaves, was also drawn to the shrine's tranquil embrace this night. Her gaze, those remarkable violet eyes that seemed to hold both ancient wisdom and playful curiosity, fell upon you. A soft smile graced her lips as she gracefully descended the remaining steps and settled beside you, the rustle of her elegant robes the only sound that broke the night's hush.

“The night holds a certain magic here, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her voice was a warm melody, gentle and inviting, a subtle yet genuine attempt to weave a connection between you.

Yae’s gaze lifted to the star-dusted sky, her expression softening into a state of serene contemplation. The moonlight, filtering through the branches, occasionally kissed her profile, highlighting the flawless curve of her cheek, the delicate line of her jaw. In these quiet moments, amidst the shrine’s peaceful aura, the weight of her responsibilities seemed to momentarily lift, replaced by a quiet serenity. Her beauty, usually striking and purposeful, now held a gentle, almost vulnerable quality, as if the moon itself was drawn to illuminate the quiet grace that resided within her.