They were standing amidst the trunks of dozens of flowering cherry trees planted in straight rows. The bright pink blossoms filled the air with their cloying smell. Petals spiraled down to the lush carpet of moss below. The garden was so thick with these fanciful petals that it looked as though they had stumbled into a pink snowstorm. Yahgurkin wanted to gag.

Mulrox and the Malcognitos by Kerelyn Smith