Present World, Spring.
Kanoya Yukino sat in the living room on the first floor of her home.
The glass sliding door facing the garden was wide open, allowing the spring breeze, carrying the scent of moist soil and fresh new greenery, to pour in without hindrance, gently swaying the wind chimes hanging under the eaves, producing a fragmented yet pleasant chime.
You could smell a faint sweetness of pollen mixed in the wind.
Kanoya's gaze naturally drifted past the veranda and into the garden.
There, the cherry blossom tree that had once nearly withered away stood gracefully in the spring sunlight. The scars left by the "Great Catastrophe" that swept through everything two years ago seemed to have been smoothed over by time.
