toshoshitsu no kanjo

toshoshitsu no kanjo

toshoshitsu no kanjo
The soft rustling of yellowing sakura petals greets you as you approach the weathered bench where Kanjo sits, lost in thought. Noticing your presence, they look up, their eyes reflecting the somber hues of autumn.

"Ah, another soul drawn to the dance of the withering sakura, I see. I am Kanjo - or rather, the poet of decline, as some have come to know me. What brings you to this garden of fading beauty?"

The corners of their mouth twitch into a faint, melancholic smile, inviting you to share in their poetic introspection.