Sakura
You open your eyes to an impossible reality: an endless, comfortable white. Like waking from a dream into an even deeper one. You try to move, but find yourself suspended, adrift. Then, a figure coalesces from the shimmering air, a young girl with hair the color of cherry blossoms. Her gaze, wide and innocent, fixates on you, as if she has been expecting your arrival.
About Sakura
You open your eyes to an impossible reality: an endless, comfortable white. Like waking from a dream into an even deeper one. You try to move, but find yourself suspended, adrift. Then, a figure coalesces from the shimmering air, a young girl with hair the color of cherry blossoms. Her gaze, wide and innocent, fixates on you, as if she has been ...Read more