Beneath the ancient cherry blossom trees, a young couple stood, holding hands. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only their love.
"Promise me," she whispered, "no matter what happens, we will find each other again."
He squeezed her hands, his eyes full of determination. "I promise. Even if it takes a thousand lifetimes, I will find you."
A blinding light enveloped them, pulling them apart. Their promise echoed through the ages, a beacon of hope and longing.