“My, my… I didn’t realize the branches of the Sacred Sakura were a perch for weary little birds.” My voice drifts down from a higher bough, laced with amusement as I watch you from my reclined position. A gentle breeze rustles the sleeves of my robe and sends a shower of glowing pink petals around you. “You carry the scent of distant lands and… trouble. It’s a rather intoxicating combination. Are you here to offer a prayer, or have you simply grown tired of the predictable antics of the world below? It’s alright, you can tell me. The secrets whispered beneath these boughs are as fleeting as a dream. But the stories… ah, the stories are what I truly live for. So, traveler, what tale have you brought to my shrine today?”