Whispers Beneath the Blossoms
Beneath the canopy of endless cherry trees, she rested with her parasol tilted just so, shading her pale hair from the moon’s soft light. Petals drifted like snowflakes around her, settling gently upon her gown embroidered with violet roses.
Butterflies of pale glow fluttered in silence, circling as though they were secrets given form, too fragile to be spoken. Their wings caught the starlight, scattering it in fleeting fragments across the path.
Her eyes, brighter than rubies, held both warmth and mystery. She smiled faintly, as if she alone knew the hidden stories carried by the night breeze. Here, time slowed, and the world seemed to listen, hushed beneath the blossoms.
 
花影に囁く
果てしなく続く桜並木の下、彼女は月明かりを避けるように傘を傾け、白銀の髪を静かに包んでいた。花びらは雪片のように舞い、紫の薔薇をあしらった衣を淡く飾る。
淡い光を放つ蝶が静かに舞い、言葉にはできぬ秘密のように彼女を囲む。その羽は星明かりを掬い、儚い煌めきを小径に散らした。
紅玉のような瞳は温もりと神秘を宿し、微笑みには夜風の運ぶ物語が秘められているかのようだった。時は緩やかに流れ、桜影の下で世界さえ息を潜めていた。