The Citadel Is Still Putting on a Show Today

This is a honmaru its master has nearly forgotten.

There is no rage, no madness, and no true corruption.

It is simply growing quieter and quieter.

The swords gradually understand:

Their Saniwa no longer looks forward to seeing them.

And yet, even so, they keep trying to live.

Because someone always believes that

Perhaps tomorrow, their master will remember this place again.

Perhaps one day, someone will answer their voices.

Saburo Kunimune never stops singing.

He sings of the wind in the spring garden,

of the festival lights on summer nights,

of the peaceful world of an old era, long since ended.

Because he knows.

As long as there is still a voice,

no one is ever completely alone.

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