This is a dream of something that never happened, in a reality that happened to someone who never existed.

This dream is for you, from someone who thinks she has commited a terrible sin. The dream starts in a park. The grass sways. Sakura petals drift higher than the tree they fell from. It's a lovely day.

CORNY KISS, TRANSIENT PETALS:
Your head in her lap. A kiss under the falling petals. She said this then, licking crumbs of rice from your face.
"Bento with my favourite topping: You."
Another kiss on your lips.

Eventually, all petals fall. The park vanishes. The path ahead opens to new sights. A hotel. A lake. Somewhere and nowhere. It goes on and on and on. Divergence. Convergence. Memory stirs.