As she drew nearer, she could see the faint outline of their form, but their face remained frustratingly blurred, eluding clear recognition.
The pond's reflection mirrored the cherry blossoms above, creating an ethereal atmosphere that felt almost otherworldly.
Jiho paused a few steps away from the figure, her gaze steady but her mind racing with questions. Who was this person? Why were they here, in a place so different from her usual nightmares?
"Who are you?" Jiho asked, her voice tinged with a rare softness, the usual hardness replaced by genuine curiosity.
The figure did not respond, their features still shrouded in mystery. Jiho's heart pounded, a rare flicker of emotion breaking through her cold facade.
As she stood there, the surroundings seemed to hum with an unspoken energy. The beautiful scenery, the serene pond, the blooming cherry trees—everything felt surreal, as if she had stepped into another world.
