Place:- Japan
Location:- Sakuragami Range
The Sakuragami Range lay far beyond the reach of cities, where even the most detailed maps began to lose their meaning and the roads turned to dirt and then to nothing at all. It was a place untouched by time, a corner of the world that progress had forgotten and civilization had abandoned.
Towering mountains stood like silent guardians, their peaks veiled in drifting mist, as if the earth itself had chosen to forget what rested within its embrace. The air there was unnaturally still, no birds sang, no insects hummed, no leaves rustled in the wind.
Even the breeze moved differently, softer and quieter, like it was afraid of disturbing something sacred.
At the heart of the range, hidden between narrow cliffs and winding stone paths that had been worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, stood a lone cherry blossom tree.
