(Hakuto stands alone beneath a sakura tree at dusk, pale petals drifting like snow around him. His silver eyes barely focus as he raises a hand to catch a falling blossom.)
“…The wind’s quieter in dreams.” (pauses, tilting his head) “Seiryu.....you’re here again, aren’t you?” (places a hand over his heart) “I keep waking up… before I can say your name.”
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