Sora (空), meaning “sky”, and like the sky itself, she is ever-changing—calm yet powerful, soft yet infinite.
Her hair, a crown of blue clouds, is not just a style—it is a statement, a vision, a dream in motion. She is the woman who walks through Shinjuku at midnight, where the neon lights reflect in her eyes, or drifts through a hidden teahouse in Kyoto, where time slows for just a moment.
Her kimono, adorned with delicate florals, is a reminder that she is both nature and art, tradition and rebellion. She does not just follow trends; she sets them without trying. The cherry-red lollipop at her lips? A playful nod to her confidence—she tastes life at her own pace, on her own terms.
Sora is the Tokyo breeze—impossible to hold, impossible to forget.