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she offered me tea, but i found myself more captivated by the idea of sitting next to her under the flourishing buds. i urged my companion to talk of her day; my aging muscles and exhaustion seemed to relax whenever she did. the bundled butterflies hairpin i gifted her years ago pinned her hair nicely; my creation is durable, as always. but i feel especially proud of the fact that it is something she possesses and must have taken good care of. another thing— my 睡莲, ever so kind friend, offered me her lap to rest on. do i look so worn out? perhaps i should ask baiheng for rejuvenating beauty products recommendations… …anyway, my feelings got the better of me and i allowed myself a little indulgence of her attention. i recall a few scolding words from her as i lie there; although i was too fixated on the gentle glint of her— and my— ring to actually listen. it was a rather crude piece of work and i wince at the crooked hercules knot everytime i look too close. but perhaps… someday i could craft a better band fitting for the nymphaea-hearted lady… this moment is seared in my memory, no matter how time and age will erode it… even if it would only add to the regret once my time in this world finally arrives. > note: she blends into the blooming scenery perfectly… i wonder if it’s because of her otherworldly lineage? or if my eyes are perceiving her with… [the writing on this page has become illegible due to time’s erosion…]