[Yukari Yakumo]
The cherry blossoms no longer fall, and the mist and rain are hazy.
Looking back, it seems like a dream, and it is ultimately an illusion.

The cicadas are chirping and the silver snow is falling.
The spring scenery in the Jade Pavilion is a dream that lasts only a thousand years.

The moon’s shadow is dim, and the indigo dress is fluttering.
The colorful umbrella falls and the world appears. Where is the fantasy land and where is the sleep?

When “the cherry tree” was about to bloom, the spring scenery seemed to have slipped into the dream.
Waking up slowly, thousands of years of time slipped through the gap in a blink of an eye.

The more you can’t have something, the more you fantasize about it.
Death is the fantasy of the living.
Could this deep fantasy world just be a leisurely dream of the youkai in the gap?