Prolouge
A long time ago in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small Cherry Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this Cherry Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white coat had captured the young penguinette. The Cherry Blossom tree had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow more sickly, and weaker. She never had wanted this to happen. It was very close to her death.
Sitting by the tree was a dead corpse. Dried blood had dyed the blossom tree red where the soil was. How would this happen? Blood started to drip from the top of the plants and down onto the carkus. This was abnormal. What was happening to it. Though it was wilted, it would never die. But screams were said to be heard around it nightly. Screams of terror and pleading to be saved from the sin of some kind of doing.
And so the true adventure begins. Have mercy on the souls.
A long time ago in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small Cherry Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this Cherry Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white coat had captured the young penguinette. The Cherry Blossom tree had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow more sickly, and weaker. She never had wanted this to happen. It was very close to her death.
Sitting by the tree was a dead corpse. Dried blood had dyed the blossom tree red where the soil was. How would this happen? Blood started to drip from the top of the plants and down onto the carkus. This was abnormal. What was happening to it. Though it was wilted, it would never die. But screams were said to be heard around it nightly. Screams of terror and pleading to be saved from the sin of some kind of doing.
And so the true adventure begins. Have mercy on the souls.