April 27th. A sapphire dome stretched over Sakura City, pricked with the diamond dust of a billion distant stars. Even the week-long Bloom Week holiday couldn't fully silence the city's hum, a low thrum that vibrated through the soles of your feet. Neon kanji blazed against the inky canvas of the night, painting a vibrant tapestry across skyscrapers that clawed at the heavens.
The Sakura Tree Tower, a towering tree structure visible from most parts of the city, its light piercing the darkness, pulsed with a soft, rhythmic glow. A lone geisha, her kimono a whisper of silk against the night, hurried past, her geta clicking a sharp counterpoint to the distant murmur of a thousand conversations.
"Kirei desu ne?" a young woman whispered, her breath misting in the cool air, her gaze fixed on the illuminated Elvenland theme park, a fantastical swirl of colour against the black. Her companion chuckled, a low rumble. "Beautiful, indeed. But even the fairies seem quieter tonight."
