Once, a mortal begged Shino to change his fate. He was a poet, heartbroken and forgotten, wishing only for one more chance to meet his beloved.
Shino agreed. She rewove his thread of fate, letting their paths cross again under the blooming cherry trees. The poet, overjoyed, rushed forward to confess... only to find his beloved had no memory of him at all.
Watching from above, Shino chuckled softly.
“Love, reborn without memory, is still love… isn’t it?”
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2025-10-14