Sakura
Favorite Game
 

A pulse, then silence
Stars exhale. Seeds split stone

Ash clings to the wind, whispering of forests it shan't know
Light fades into eternal darkness. Into the folds of another dawn
Its edges fraying into rebirth

Worlds rise and fall, emerging from and fading to the grand foam
Yet time is not a line,
But the bloom of a flame

Petals curl inward
Ashes spiral outward
No beginning. No end
Only the motion of being
Do you hear it? The quiet hum beneath the ruin

The memory of motion-
The turning of the wheel's axle
The leaping of the spark
A world's waking
From the shadow of a flower's fall