Grouse Thicket 腐敗 ogamu-juku

creeping east, soon she was surrounded on all sides by narrow-bodied trees. the sight of them took her breath away.
each held a plethora of round bundles; some still green, others ruddy and deepening with an expressive blush.
satsu could not help herself. they were scattered and abandoned against the grass, perfuming the air with familiar sweet-rot.
oh, my brothers, why do you visit me now? rest, for a little while longer...
she would not take from this orchard.
it was hard enough to navigate the thicket as the ghosts of her brothers followed at her heel.