Slowly gazing at the petals, the eyes following their trajectory before he turned his body, his instinct saying to follow so...he follows the petals with the wind guiding then towards the gates.
❝ Anyone out there? ❞
He quietly asked as he adjusted his mask.
*the wind blew stronger, some pink petals of a sakura tree begun falling from the sky, the wind guiding the petals through the Japanese gates, almost as a guide*