Death's Illusion

In a vast empty plain where the grass is green lives a beautiful sakura tree.

Its lonely presence in the silent plains feels eerie to anyone who sees it in the far distance.

Its calmness, so unfamiliar to all.

Its mystery speaks to you, sparking curiosity, and it says,

"Come to me".

Its sight curses your soul.

Its presence attracts and corrupts minds who desire its tranquility.

It will never leave your thoughts, you will not be able to sleep at night.

The more you think about it, the more you yearn for it.

It flashes before your eyes in everyday activities.

Branches begin to squeeze your brain.

Your hands start shaking,

Your head starts screaming,

And it says,

"Go to the tree! Go!"

You can't fight the desire for such peace and tranquility.

You want it so bad.

Nothing can stop you.

Nothing will stop you.

In a vast empty plain where the grass is green and the world is gray lives a beautiful sakura tree.

Blood plops onto the sakura like rain.

Observe closely and you'll see the blood seeping through the petals veins, like watercolor when it touches the canvas.

The flowers on this sakura tree highlight in the gray weather, in the gray world. The contrast is almost disturbing, but that disruption has an important impact on the consciousness.

Below the Sakura tree, there sits a man slanted on his knees with his arms hanging down by his sides, making his hands touch the cool grass.

His head is tilted upward with his mouth partially open, and his eyes are lifeless, the only thing that lives in them is a sakura that his eyes reflect from above him.

Panning lower you'll see a katana through his chest that exits through the back, with blood traveling across the blade then dripping off its pointed end.

A cool wind blows but his body doesn't shiver.

Petals from the sakura flake off and dance a peaceful dance, full of tranquility.