The faintest smell of lilac, the light brush of falling blossoms. Below each footfall, the soft crunch of the snow-petals. The path between the trees twists and twists, the true way lost in white and pink. As the sun falls behind the mountains, the wind sets in, a coldness, making the petals whisper. Get out, get through, or join the corpses that nurture the blossoms of Hana No Meiro.
Somewhere in the heart of this maze, Kashinsha, the Blossom Temple, rises like a promise of sanctity. Only the most devoted can reach it, but inside promises rest and refreshment before the journey back to the world beyond the blossoms. Those who fail are taken in by the roots, adding a tint of blood red to the maze.