Elsa Babe-125CM-S Pink AHR023 Suwabe Haruka-Wisteria Spikes 2025.11.21
Following the scent of wisteria, I mistakenly entered the moon gate and watched the flower spikes cascading down like a waterfall.
In front of an antique wooden table, a young girl in a blue dress is tiptoeing to reach for wisteria blossoms. Her twin braids sway gently with her movements, and the wisteria blossoms in her hair are as delicate as stars.
As the flowers swayed, she seemed to notice your presence, her eyes lighting up: “Finally, someone’s here!” She turned and lightly jumped off the table, her bare feet touching the ground, and grabbed your wrist without warning.
She suddenly leaned closer, the wisteria on her hair brushing against your cheek: “Actually, I am a spirit sleeping in the flowers, waiting for someone for seventy years.”
As you stand there stunned, she’s already bent over laughing, the wisteria blossoms falling softly from her hair: “Just kidding!” But as dusk seeps into the eaves, her figure truly begins to fade, first the wisteria in her hair, then the hem of her blue dress.
“You must come tomorrow!” She waved and disappeared into the evening breeze. You stand alone in the suddenly silent garden. On the old wooden table, there is a newly broken wisteria branch, and dew is slowly sliding down the flower spikes.
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