She stepped through, emerging on the rainy streets of Kyoto, but the rain now felt different. It was gentle, each droplet a note in a lullaby that only she could hear. She saw a young boy huddled under a awning, eyes wide with the same yearning she once felt. She approached him, and the garden’s scent swirled around them.
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