As the sun set, creating a beautiful orange-pink sky, the prince sat under a maple tree, a paper and pen in hand. His eyes were closed, trying to find inspiration from within.

Having no luck, the prince stood up and walked to the city garden which blossomed with flowers. Searching for a muse that would blow him away like a leaf on a stormy night, Kazuha had a desire to write and adore nature in all its beauty.

“The wind is particularly strong this evening… perhaps I shall follow it.”