Yayoi | The Budding Wind - Four Seasons Chronicle

The entrance to spring—moss, light, and the wind that counts the budding.

The moss island glows, and the stone path softly awakens.

The cherry blossoms are only a third in bloom. Bamboo leaves brush against each other, and the particles of air slowly increase.

The wind answers. Sumiya strokes the direction of the young wind and lines up dust of light along the path.

Sounds gather. Sumika listens to the rhythm of the droplets, and the murmur of the shallow stream

gently layers with the breathing of the buds.

An invisible force carries warmth at the bottom of the soil. Raiga places

a small thunder deep in the roots, pushing up only the budding.

Silence takes on a contour. When Reion stands, the water becomes round, and even to the shadow of the torii gate,

the sound of pale pink rolled away.

Yayoi, the budding wind.

The season widens its stride by one step.