In the night, a sudden breakthrough.
The pearly rays of a black sun envelop the body of a running woman. She is named after Sakura, like the distant tree whose barely blooming flowers promise the return of spring.
Sakura runs towards the unknown of a new hour, vital and invincible, naked under an adornment of jewels whose blinding glow deflects dangers like a virtuous talisman, of a thousand-year-old fetish. Sakura plays with the unknown of a new hour, and in her palm, the needle of a jewel-compass points the way to a sassy world.
Sakura is the chic journey through a cheeky world.