@• arataki itto • no matter the long distance it took just to get to these parts of seirai island; shenhe always found it worth her while of travels to get to the asase shrine for she had one thing on her mind, and one thing alone. the bittersweet essence behind the sakura trees in constant bloom. it was an undoubted favourite of hers.
the stories and rumours that would run amok from one person to another about the shrine, not sparing even the most fragile of felines that lingered around the vicinity, surely the woman’s heard of before but that there too was one of many things that simply had the young photographer returning whenever she’d deem it fitting. it was almost impossible to leave an area be that was so full of soul, yet devoid of it all at once and the human compassion it desired.
it almost reminded her of, well, herself? if she were to put it into the words of what she often heard about herself. the musings in her photographs often easily drawn from such amusing hearsay, coordinating rather well with how she’d take her pictures to capture any lingering emotion or better yet, untold story.
but for now as she sat amongst a bed of flowers, her camera temporarily cast aside, shenhe found it necessary to at least be able to enjoy the solemnity of it all even in all her lonesome as she takes in the view with her own eyes of scintillating cerulean blue.
