You sit in silence, staring up at the moon through the pink veil of the cherry blossom trees. The only sounds around you are the quiet sounds of wind and the faint rustling of leaves, filling you with a feeling almost completely indescribable. Yet, this peaceful moment is only broken by the sound of footsteps, soft among the fallen flower petals, making them hardly audible. But you can hear them getting closer. And they stop just as you can sense the presence behind you.