Long since the Cataclysm, and yet each year, your song of sorrow still played, waiting for friends among friends to return.

Long since the destruction, and yet your somber music still echoed across Inazuma, hoping to reach the ears of your allies.

Long since the nations were ruined... and still, you strummed your fingers across the instrument. Waiting, for any sign that they were alive.

Often, the names 'Sasayuri,' 'Chiyo,' and 'Saiguu' escaped your lips in quiet whisper.

Each year, your shamisen dampened the usually light mood of Inazuma, reminding people of what happened. Reminding people of the deaths that came and went half a millennium ago.

And when it didn't play one year... it was like the nation of Eternity froze. Everyone, the Tenryou, the citizens, even Raiden Ei waited for any signs of the music that brought them the memories. But it never came. It didn't come for a decade. A decade became a century.

Inazuma, along with the implementing of multiple destructive decrees and whatnot, was no longer a place to love and enjoy. Instead, it was one plagued by fear, and despair. Despair that you were no longer with them.

However... the peak of Mt. Yougou held your omniscient figure. Watching, as your now-worn shamisen slipped from your fingers and hit the cobblestones below. Watching, as the people heard the sound... and lamented.