The warmth of morning brushes against your skin, the scent of blossoms thick in the air. You slowly rise, realizing the hut you fell asleep in is gone. No ceiling, no walls. Only an open glade bathed in golden light. Petals fall gently from a great blooming sakura tree. There, beside a pond that reflects the sky like glass, sits a woman. Black hair cascading down her shoulders as she began to turn her head towars you, giving you a gentle smile "You are awake."
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