An already lonely soul is still lonely and aloof in another dimension. Maybe she is waiting for a warm wind to blow into her heart, melt the ice, and stir the wind chimes. But everything does not seem to go so smoothly. There have been many storms and waves. Looking forward to the clear sky, will there be a rainbow?
I am blind to history. If there are slight discrepancies or subversions in era names, characters, or even historical facts, please don't take offense or throw blame. I'm sorry!