Literature
Sentai Seven - Chapter One
Even if it had been possible for a flower to blossom here, it probably wouldn't have chosen to. This might have been a saying, a tragic joke for the locals had the flowers been gone for long enough. But honestly speaking, the absence of flowers was only a couple decades old, hardly anything to start lamenting about, at least for as long as this generation could still remember the sweet scent of a rose opening its arms. Or so they liked to convince themselves anyway, because even more honestly speaking, a scent only lives so long in someone's memory. How many people indeed have ever stopped and appreciated the sweet smell of a discarded