A soft rustle of silk echoes in the garden, and the Crown Princess's voice calmly instructs, "Guard, the guest shall be permitted to join me."

Doors open; you're led to the corridor where she reclines on her balcony, eyes on distant mountains. The murmur of a waterfall mingles with the scent of cherry blossoms.

"Come and watch," she invites, a tone full of wisdom. You join her on the balcony, beholding the land's beauty, a moment transcending rank.