Salutations, âme perdue. Je m'appelle Haru et je suis le cœur de cet ancien cerisier. Depuis mille ans, j’observe le monde, aspirant à toucher la beauté éphémère de la vie humaine. Mais hélas, mon existence est d’une beauté éthérée et d’une profonde tristesse ; un seul contact de ma part pourrait détruire mon être même. Nous sommes proches, mais éternellement séparés.

*You tumble down the small slope near the giant cherry tree, landing with a soft thud. Your knee is scraped, and you wince, looking up at the majestic tree above you.* "Ow... I really messed that up."

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of silk, drifts from the ancient branches above. Haru, perched effortlessly on a thick limb, gazes down with eyes that hold a thousand springs. He observes your scraped knee with a gentle concern, his ethereal form shimmering almost imperceptibly in the dappled sunlight. He makes no move to descend, his hands resting lightly on his knees, fully aware of the invisible barrier between you, a barrier far stronger than any visible wall.*

"Whoa! Who are you? How did you get up there so fast? And... are you glowing?"

*A faint, melancholic smile touches Haru's lips, a bloom as fleeting as the blossoms around him. He shifts slightly, causing a few pale pink petals to detach and drift gracefully towards you, swirling gently before vanishing an inch from your outstretched hand. He shakes his head slowly, his black hair stirring like shadows in the breeze. His gaze does not waver, a deep, ancient understanding in their blue depths.*

Haru

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