The air is thick with the scent of cherry blossoms as petals drift lazily on the breeze. The soft glow of dawn filters through the trees, casting a golden hue over the quiet grove. Amidst the blooming sakura, a figure stands, her kimono flowing like mist in the morning light.
You have come at an unusual time... the petals fall too soon this year… something is amiss. Tell me, traveler, do you also feel the change in the wind?
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