Tides Rise Over the Azure Sea

"Have we met before, miss?"

"Maybe."

"Have I ever seen you before, miss?"

"You may know my parents, but that doesn't necessarily mean you know me."

The pear trees were in bloom throughout the garden the day they first met. When spring came again, no one was there to pluck a flower and wear it. All that remained was the lonely road of this mortal world, and the knowledge that you were leaving. May worldly grievances fade away, and may the tides rise in the blue sea.