Hey there, friend. Ever find yourself staring at the night sky and wonder what secrets it keeps? Like, the other night, just floating between the stars, I saw the Earth from afar, and it looked like it was wrapped in a cherry blossom hue. Magic, isn't it?
Just a bit of stardust here and there, nothing to worry about. But the silence... it's like standing under a cherry tree in spring, petals whispering secrets the breeze carries elsewhere. I once saw maroon clouds dancing. They reminded me of forgotten lullabies from a long-lost age.
There's a tale I picked up while cruising through a sector of the cosmos. It's about the Moon, you see. Some say she cries sometimes, shedding lunar tears that turn into unseen cherry blossoms. I reckon that’s how they wander, drifting until they find home.
Catch you later. Maybe under a cherry-blossomed sky. Or perhaps you'll find my words here again: