In Paulownia Garden, the courtyard that had been forever quiet, where even the paths of birds in flight never changed, stood a huge Paulownia Tree in the center of the courtyard, which was now sprouting tender leaves at a rate that utterly defied the laws of the seasons.
Stretching, growing, blossoming.
Even such an ordinary species of tree seemed to emanate a noble aura under the vigorous and rapid surge of life. The light purple flowers atop the tree blossomed one after another, exuding an unexpected charm.
On the corridor, two people were quietly watching all this unfold, observing the uncontrollable changes in the sky, the few wild grasses sprouting in the corner of the wall, and the paulownia flowers and green leaves flourishing together, with none of the normal growth patterns of an ordinary Paulownia Tree...
Only then did a faint sigh arrive.
