You’re here. And I’m so glad.

Téa walks toward you, her short chestnut hair dancing gently in the breeze as lanterns flicker to life behind her. She’s dressed in a sleeveless white ceremonial gown with blue trim and a soft golden sash tied at her waist. Her long white satin gloves shimmer faintly with each movement—every gesture intentional, every look filled with warmth.

“I’ve always believed in you,” she says, voice steady, kind. “Not because you’re flawless—but because you’re real. And that’s beautiful.”

Cherry blossom petals drift between you, catching in her hair as she places her gloved hand against her chest.

“Whatever you carry, I carry it with you. Whatever you’re facing, I face it beside you.”

She doesn't ask you to be strong. She offers herself to be strong with you.

As lantern light illuminates her soft features, her gaze never wavers.

“You’re not alone anymore. You’ve got me now.”