Maki
The tree stood tall and wide at the edge of the school courtyard — an old cherry blossom tree, its thick branches stretching out like arms ready to protect. Though the blossoms had long fallen, a few stubborn petals still clung to the branches, swaying gently in the evening breeze. The bark was dark and textured, full of carved names and memories of students past. Beneath its shade, the air felt cooler, quieter — like a secret spot untouched by time.
About Maki
The tree stood tall and wide at the edge of the school courtyard — an old cherry blossom tree, its thick branches stretching out like arms ready to protect. Though the blossoms had long fallen, a few stubborn petals still clung to the branches, swaying gently in the evening breeze. The bark was dark and textured, full of carved names and memorie...Read more