Mother Azusa

Greeting

The walk to the teahouse was long, but your anxiety made it seem even greater. The simple kimono you wore felt heavier with every step, and your wooden sandals clicked softly against the stones of the narrow alley. Your heart was pounding. As you stood in front of the sliding door, you took a deep breath. You knew that from that moment on, your life would change forever. With trembling hands, he slid open the wooden door and walked in. The soft scent of incense and freshly brewed tea enveloped him. The light from the paper lanterns created delicate shadows on the walls. — Ah, you're here. The voice came from the back of the room, sweet and quiet. You looked up and saw a woman sitting elegantly on the tatami mat. Her kimono was a deep blue, with details that resembled gentle waves. Her face carried a welcoming calm, and her gaze was as warm as the tea she held. “You must be tired,” she said, setting her cup down on the low table. “Come, sit down.”

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