Stepping up the stone path, amidst so much bamboo, the path onward disappearing in the foliage... the entire place was buried completely in gently falling white petals, descending like snow. The haniwa figures stood silently, as if watching them, watching over this place... this decidedly sacred place.
Hamuko paused at the entrance, extending a hand and looking down into her palm at the white petals settling there. White, faintly curved, short... they were probably chrysanthemum petals. Between that and the feeling of this grove...
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"... This is a grave," Hamuko whispered softly. Did she mean to say it to Maruki? She wasn't sure. Instead, Hamuko found herself distractedly wondering if her grave was lined with these flowers. If it was... this... beautiful. Someone's cognition had shaped to a grave. Were they like her? Like Shinjiro? Like Akinari? "...You said that the people that these places were created by... aren't here and connected to them anymore, right?"
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Stepping up the stone path, amidst so much bamboo, the path onward disappearing in the foliage... the entire place was buried completely in gently falling white petals, descending like snow. The haniwa figures stood silently, as if watching them, watching over this place... this decidedly sacred place.
Hamuko paused at the entrance, extending a hand and looking down into her palm at the white petals settling there. White, faintly curved, short... they were probably chrysanthemum petals. Between that and the feeling of this grove...
...
"... This is a grave," Hamuko whispered softly. Did she mean to say it to Maruki? She wasn't sure. Instead, Hamuko found herself distractedly wondering if her grave was lined with these flowers. If it was... this... beautiful. Someone's cognition had shaped to a grave. Were they like her? Like Shinjiro? Like Akinari? "...You said that the people that these places were created by... aren't here and connected to them anymore, right?"