The waves choke back their cries. I climb the tower and see the sorrowful moon once more. Sorrowful moon, the mountains and rivers of my homeland, the palaces of a foreign land.
On the sea at Yashima, loyal souls met their end. Beneath the Song King's Terrace, men shed their blood. The blood of men, five-colored stones to mend the rift in the southern sky!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
