In a vast empty plain where the grass is green lives a beautiful lonely sakura tree. It's lonely presence in the silent plains feels eerie to anyone who sees it in the far distance. It's calmness is so unfamiliar to the mind. Its mystery speaks to you, and it says, "Come to me". The sight of this isolated tree sticks in your mind. Its image will flash in your mind, interrupting your thoughts. It will show up in your dreams and waking life. The more you see it the more you desire it, it's peace, it's tranquility.
Blood drops rain and splat onto the sakura, painting the soft, light pink flowers with little dots of bright crimson red. Observe closely and you’ll see the blood seeping through the pedals veins, like watercolor when it touches the canvas.
The flowers on this sakura tree highlight in the gray weather, in the gray world. The contrast is almost disturbing, but that disruption has an important impact on the consciousness. And it’s impact is dependent on your interpretation of the feelings you get from it’s disruption.
Below the Sakura tree, there sits a man slanted on his knees with his arms hanging down by his sides making his hands touch the cool grass. His head is tilted upward with his mouth partially open, and his eyes are lifeless, the only thing that lives in them is a sakura that his eyes reflect from above him. He looks as if he's fixated on the sakura's that live on the branches that extend over him. Panning lower you'll see a katana through his chest that exits through the back, with blood seeping across the blade then dripping off its pointed end. A cool wind blows but his body doesn't shiver. Petals from the Sakura flake off and dance a peaceful dance, full of tranquility.