Shimmer

Particles of light drift up from the floor toward the ceiling.

From sakura pink to yukari purple. This slow shift ties the origins of the Sakurajyuji Group to its future. The light gathers, binds, unravels, and binds again, now and then leaving the trace of a single ribbon.

Someone gazing, someone talking, someone passing through. The way people move dissolves into the light, and the space itself is continually reborn.

Closing nothing off and blocking nothing, it is a field of light that welcomes everyone who comes. Through it, people and space, and people and one another, quietly resonate.