One day, she happened upon a single cherry tree.
When night came, its blossoms glowed faintly, as if lit from within—
a sight that seemed like a spring tradition known as hana-akari.

Yet, there was one rumor about that cherry tree.
—On the night of full bloom, those bewitched by its blossoms would vanish.

Sayuri, a floating ghost, visited the tree on a spring night
and met the ghost of a young girl who had neither name nor memory.

Beneath the fully blossomed flowers, they shared a quiet, gently warm night together.
What lay beyond the “cherry tree in full bloom” that the two ghosts gazed upon—

was a single night’s tale, illuminated by the light of hana-akari.