Komorebi

[Mel Rose]

The tea was vividly green, with a few tiny specks of the plant still swirling inside the vessel that had evaded the filter. Haze glared at the traditional Kusarian cup for a few long seconds before sighing with exasperation. "Are we really the only culture which favours cups with handles?" Seemingly not paying much attention to anything else but the function of the container, she carefully slid the hot ceramic cup aside, letting the beverage cool down in the afternoon breeze and turned to Olivia.

"Oh, a junior devil asking the senior one for advice, how archetypal! Unfortunately, I should seek to avoid casting myself in the role of old Screwtape, lest something I tell you is going to get you killed."

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