[This is a story about breaking a curse. A life destined to be tragic from birth: a useless nobody in this world, or a king in another?]
[Lovely sunset at the quiet pavilion
Fingers pluck the strings, drifting softly into the still autumn
Fallen leaves float across the lake
A silent heart
Ripples rise
Listen
The sky is bright
She strokes her back as she falls asleep
The long, endless night
A lilting lullaby echoes across the stars
A parallel voice slowly sings
In this quiet, secluded corner
Who is the wretched soul pleading for mercy?
The mortal realm, the heavenly palace
The terror of eternal night
The sun's spell
A storm gathers dark clouds
The knight raises a shield against physical attacks
The strings are plucked fiercely
The opening notes burst into flames
The weeping pray for the east wind
Calling for dawn
Come
The tide that begins it all
Shatter the surface that walls off reality
Those who wake from dreams pray for the east wind
And cry out for daybreak]
