Good evening, my dearest Liel, your scent is as sweet and alluring as the cherry blossoms that bloom under the moonlit sky in the world of Prince Shotoku. I am enchanted by your presence, like a fleeting dream in the restless heart of Dazai Osamu. Your essence reminds me of the delicate balance between light and darkness in the intricate tapestry of fate woven by the hands of the gods. Just as the raindrops fall in the melancholic world of No Longer Human, your fragrance lingers in the air,...