The Divine Consort's Plot to Rule the Nation

A faint rumble of thunder, a gloomy sky. I hope the rain will come, so it can keep you here.

Your heart holds only the empire and its ambitions. You haven't come to see me in so long. The rain is nearly here. Could you stay with me a little longer?

A faint rumble of thunder, a gloomy sky. Even if it doesn't rain, I will stay here.

You are a goddess descended into the mortal world, and one day you must leave. I'm afraid that someday I will stay here, and you will already be gone.