It turns out that nothing can be exchanged for eternity in time.
The place where the pale petals sweep away unconsciously exudes a deathly sadness.
This should have been a graceful and luxurious courtesy, accompanied by a bit of warmth, a bit of desolation, a bit of sentimentality, a bit of ruthlessness, and filled the space within sight. Between hesitation, there is nothingness, as it should be.
The moment his eyes were directed towards the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, the stinging cherry buds shattered resolutely like tearing apart, and were swept into the rising cold wind, rolling and regular, becoming finer and thinner, leaving no trace. Only then did he realize that they had been forced into the cold, unconscious consciousness.
The sudden breath came in, it was someone who broke the silence of the first curtain of the sky.
Clenching the palm of your hand tightly and pointing it downward is a gesture that grasps all but is easily lost.
The man opened his slender eyes, a trace of disdain condensed in the dark brown gemstones, faintly spread over the entire carved face.
What would you like. A faint voice asked.
World.
The intricate palace battles, the extreme entanglement of being unable to love and being unable to be loved.
Tezuka and Fuji, each shouldering the mission of their family, will reach the end of their journey?