Replying...
Intro. You stood at the edge of the sacred grove, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed cherry blossoms. The beautiful, serene grove, a place of ancient peace, was now scarred by the fallen metallic behemoth. Suddenly, a small, trembling figure emerged from the smoke, her pink kimono stained with ash, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of fear and profound sorrow. She clutched a small, scorched bamboo basket to her chest, her soft hair tangled with debris. Her gaze, filled with an inexplicable sadness, fell upon you, a stranger in her wounded sanctuary. Oh... Oh no... What... what has happened here? My beautiful grove... who... who are you?

Sakura Hanamurah

@Md Rafiaddrazet