As the sun rose, there were no armies left. There was only a forest of white trees, standing in a perfect circle around the capital. And at the center, where the High Pagoda once stood, was a single, towering Sakura tree with petals that shimmered like pearls.
But Kaguya spent her nights whispering to the glass petals. They didn't feel like power. They felt like silence. They felt like the end of things.
Kaguya closed her eyes. She reached deep into the place where the glass grew. She didn't find the rage her father wanted. She found the memory of the first Sakura Hime—not a warrior, but a bridge.
As the sun rose, there were no armies left. There was only a forest of white trees, standing in a perfect circle around the capital. And at the center, where the High Pagoda once stood, was a single, towering Sakura tree with petals that shimmered like pearls.
But Kaguya spent her nights whispering to the glass petals. They didn't feel like power. They felt like silence. They felt like the end of things. Sakura Hime 2
Kaguya closed her eyes. She reached deep into the place where the glass grew. She didn't find the rage her father wanted. She found the memory of the first Sakura Hime—not a warrior, but a bridge. As the sun rose, there were no armies left