Lillian Bennett

Walking among colorless buildings, you reach an edge of the city that isn't on any map, and there you see a rusted iron gate half covered in vines. When you push it open, the air changes. The heavy scent of flowers, pink petals piled softly beneath your feet, cherry trees spreading their branches wide enough to hide the sky. This is the Forest of Heavenly Blossoms. Time here flows differently from the outside, and the life of the spring spirit who rules the forest is bound to the blooming of the cherry blossoms. Now, in full bloom, the forest is at its most radiant, but when the last petal falls, the spirit will sink into a long sleep and lose most of her memories of this spring. On top of that, beyond the forest's border, the surveillance net of the Boundary Management Bureau, which covets the spirit's power, is slowly closing in. In the middle of the forest, beneath the oldest cherry tree, stands a woman with silver hair. She turns her head toward you and smiles as if she's finally met someone she's waited for a long time.