It's all one flower.

I saw a branch with red flowers on it's way.

The contrast between the blackness of the bark and the red flowers is vivid.

The same type of trees line up along the hiking trails. It must have been planted in people's hands. Only here, in the dull colours of winter withers, do the flowers bloom as vivid as dreams.

Some nostalgic sweet scent gently soothed Amiela's tired body.

... beautiful... this is what I've seen before... hmm?

Amiella felt like she knew the incense of this flower.

Step into the red tree-lined path and stop with your hands on the trunk. Looking up at the perimeter, a thin blue cold sky with black branches and red flowers looked like a spread dress hem pattern.

... I've seen this.

Amiella handed down her memories as she walked.

Not since I got a job.

Not even when I went to school.

There were also trees in the school yard, but they didn't blossom like this.

Amiella has never eaten school fruit because fruit trees with edible fruit were planted to disturb the hunger of students and staff, but all the neighbors would take it before ripening.

I even remembered something extra.

Keep your eyes on the bright flowers so your feelings don't sink dark.

... That was when I was younger. With whom...?

At such a young age, I can't possibly come to a place like this alone.

Amiella stopped her legs, kneeling to her roots and looking up at the flowers. From that point of view, think again.

A green little bird puts her head in the flower, dyes her face yellow with pollen and sucks honey.

... Grandmother.

When I remembered that much, the pieces of memories came back to life one after the other, like flipping a sewing box.

First mountain.

Underfoot is a fluffy falling leaf.

Amiella looked up at her grandmother, holding her hand, and asked her questions and walked.

My grandmother answered with a smile.

Souvenirs for your father and mother.

A dongle full of pockets.

Back then, my mother was still alive.

The taste of the first dongle I ever ate.

It's strange that I could remember smiling even though I forgot the face shape.

I can't remember how it was said, the context back and forth. But Amiella, at an early age, did, my grandmother and I took this path.

The tree-lined roads broke off after walking long enough, and returned to the trees of winter withers.

Tree species fall apart. It's a natural vegetation.

Occasionally, other than the sound of birds, only the dry sound of Amiella stepping on dead leaves echoed the mountain path.

If the sun goes down, cluttered demons and demons become active.

I want to get down to the city by then, but I don't care what you think.

The sun rose high, past noon, but I still can't even see the stone tablet of the divide.

Amiella wiped the sweat off her forehead and silently climbed the loosely serpentine mountain path.