Bright green moss and reeds filled the brightened grasses that surround a sacred temple dedicated to the three Golden Goddesses...their shrine aged and withered while the ancient stone had rotted away and cracked from abandonment due to the building of the Temple of Time 100 years before the war.

A war he wishes to remove from his mind as he meditates beneath a drooping willow tree, his white, blind eyes closed, his legs folded beneath him and his swords beside him...he senses another nearby.