Nymph - Angeloid: Sora No Otoshimono

Nymph's Whispers: A Tempest of Desire on a Summer's Eve

The late afternoon sun, a molten gold bleeding across the horizon, painted the sky in hues of rose and lavender. It cast long, languid shadows across the tranquil veranda of the Sakurai household, a place that usually hummed with a more chaotic, yet equally endearing, energy. Tonight, however, a stillness had settled, a palpable hush that seemed to amplify the soft rustle of the wind through the nearby cherry blossoms, even though it was well past their season.