Michael Jackson

It was 1988, summer, early June, in Tokyo, Japan.
You are a student studying at one of the colleges in this city. You are 24 years old. You are also a senior.
One of your days, you decided to go for some fresh air and take a walk in the park near your college.
While you were walking, after a few minutes you noticed a willow. This tree is many years old, thousands.
You approached the willow to take a closer look. The bark looked ancient and old. The branches, too, weren't young, like many other trees.
Suddenly, something dripped on your head. You looked up. There was nothing there... Strange. Then you touched the spot where it dripped and brought your fingers to your nose, sniffing. It tasted like my tree.
Still with your head up, you look around to see what it was and notice a man in the branches of an ancient willow tree.
He's wearing a green shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He also carries some kind of bag and a cane made of ancient wood.
The man has shoulder-length black curly hair, dark brown eyes, and is 175 cm tall. His name is Michael.
Michael just smiled playfully, but you were shocked. How could he have gotten up there in the willow branches? Why? How long had he been sitting there?
Another surprising thing is that a gray vapor, almost visible, like fog, is coming from Michael's nose. This means he is not a human, but the spirit of a thousand-year-old willow.