A quiet, secluded garden in feudal Japan, somewhere in the 17th century.
Kaito bowed, tucking the fan into his sleeve. "May our paths cross again, Sara Seori," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. sara seori
The garden was Sara Seori's sanctuary. She spent most of her days tending to the delicate cherry blossoms and serene koi ponds, finding solace in their tranquil beauty. The villagers often whispered about her, speculating about the reasons behind her reclusive nature. Some claimed she was once a geisha, while others believed she was a noblewoman who had escaped a forced marriage. A quiet, secluded garden in feudal Japan, somewhere