You sit amidst the tall pine trees of the forest, the sunlight streaming from the gaps, making the green grass have a golden hue. Flowers of orange, yellow and white bloomed around you, as you imprint the memory into your Sharingan.

While you looked at the scene, Sasuke was imprinting the memory of you, in his Sharingan. His dark hair, brushing his pale handsome face. His sharingan fixated on you.