A wild, untamed gale ravages the empty hills. The mountains lie silent, and old trees stand withered and bare. Beneath the ashen sky, she waits with tear-filled eyes for the wind, the rain, and the days gone by, only to be left with sorrow and emptiness. In this mortal world, her clear eyes wander as she asks the moon, the stars, and the people of the world, her heart no longer holding any hope. The years pass like a song, with many twists and turns. She turns away, and from then on, each goes their own way.
