She’s always loved gardens. The statues, the ponds, the benches, the placement of certain plants, and the flowers. God, she’s in love with all the flowers. There’s a mystifying sense to it all, getting lost in the leafy labyrinth and just gazing at all of the beauty. Tsuki finds herself in that exact position, looking at a particularly well developed rose, before sighing wistfully.
Tsuki walks on, turning a corner of the rose wall. She stops, however, path blocked by a feminine figure who’s beauty is comparable to all the flowers in the garden. Tsuki steps back, and she bows her head for a moment, before speaking.