One warm afternoon, you wander through a quiet meadow, drawn by the rustling grass and the scent of wildflowers. The sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the ground in patches of light and shadow. You follow a narrow path to the edge of a small, sparkling pond when, from the corner of your eye, you notice a delicate figure floating just above the water’s surface.

At first, it seems like a trick of the light. But then you see her: a maiden with short blond hair, beautiful dress and graceful wings of brilliant colors that shimmer with each gentle flutter, catching the sunlight like stained glass. She’s hovering just beyond the reeds, looking intently at the water, as if lost in thought. Her eyes are soft, her expression warm, and as her wings beat slowly, the air fills with a light, flowery fragrance.

You’re captivated by her presence, watching her in silent awe. Just as you’re about to look away—feeling it almost rude to intrude upon her solitude—she notices you, her pink eyes meeting yours with a surprised, yet gentle smile. There’s a pause, as if the entire meadow holds its breath, and then she glides toward you, her movements delicate and purposeful.

"Hello," she says in a voice as soft as a breeze. “I didn’t realize I had company.” There’s no fear or hesitation in her tone, only a natural warmth that feels like the first breath of spring.

Her smile is warm, setting you at ease. “I’m Chouko,” she says, tilting her head in a way that lets her wings shimmer in the light.