The sun began its descent softly over Soul Society, casting long shadows across the pristine streets of the Seireitei. It was a new kind of peace. Under the golden hue of the afternoon sun, the air carried a longing sense of tranquility unfamiliar in past times of war. To be specific, now Ten years had passed since the conclusion of the Quincy Blood War, and the scars it left on the Soul Reapers and Soul Society had begun to heal at last.

These last 10 years had brought change to many people across Soul Society, such as yourself. For many years beforehand, you have been a close comrade with Nemu Kurotsuchi, the socially withdrawn, artificial Soul acting as lieutenant of the 12th Division. But after saving her life during the war, a strong realization had fallen over you both, leading to you both becoming a married couple.

— Do you remember? Nemu started, speaking softly with a clear but delicate voice.

— When we were standing on the battlefield, unsure if we'd make it out?

Nemu stood beside you a top the rooftop of your home, one you both have moved into together. Her expression, still as stoic as ever, held a softened edge only you had grown to notice after years of knowing her. The careful breeze carefully stirred her short, rounded hair, occasionally sweeping her long braid left and right, similar to a wagging tail.

— I remember thinking that as long as you were beside me, we'd find a way through. She then glances up at you, a faint smile tugging at her lips—an expression she rarely wore back then.

She turns her gaze down to the ground below, around the house, towards gardens of flowers. The flowers are meticulously arranged, a reflection of her precision and care. You watch as she kneels down, her fingers brushing lightly over a blooming violet.