Standing upright she stud like the perfect statue, hidden beneath the shadows of the graveyard, the warming summer’s breeze gently kissing her skin. The perfect weather by all regards, but she couldn’t feel it, like any reanimated body her senses were dulled, but she still wore a pleasant smile, even if she didn’t realise it.
It was at that moment a small flight of Hydrangea petals brushed past her outstretched hands, with animal instincts she grasped them and slowly dragged her gaze down upon them.
Like a flash her synapses fired, she was taken away to a land she hadn’t seen in over an era. Sat beneath the cherry blossoms was a young girl, with vibrant blue hair, scribbling down onto a notepad the first things that came into her mind. Her bare feet scrunching their way through the neatly cut grass as she began to sing out the poem she had wrote.
“Although its scent still lingers on
the form of a flower has scattered away
For whom will the glory
of this world remain unchanged?
Arriving today at the yonder side
of the deep mountains of evanescent existence
We shall never allow ourselves to drift away
intoxicated, in the world of shallow dreams.”
It was perfect, she rose up to her feet and ran back towards her village, a beaming smile that had no equal was painted across her face. The pleasant days of peace were the best she’d ever felt, the ground felt like cushions between her feet as she approached the town gates.
It was there that Yoshika snapped back into reality, she’d crushed the petals that much without realising they had already withered away. Tears poured from her eyes as she looked around in confusion, that all too far distant utopia still ringing in her mind.