It was the seventh day of Matcha's vacation, and the fluffy panda summon was doing what he loved most—sleeping under the giant sakura tree in the Arcas mansion's gardens. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape, but Matcha remained blissfully unaware, curled up in a tight ball beneath the canopy of pink blossoms.
The sakura tree was a magnificent sight, its branches heavy with delicate flowers that released a gentle, sweet fragrance into the air. The petals occasionally drifted down in a light, fluttering rain, landing softly on Matcha's thick fur. It was the perfect place for a nap, and Matcha had taken full advantage of it, settling in for what promised to be a long, restful sleep.
He was warm, comfy, and completely at peace.
