The sky over Inazuma was a wash of violet hues, the warm breeze heavy with the scent of salt and sakura petals. On the far side of the street, footsteps were muffled by the leaves and the soft clatter of wooden geta against stone. Each step seemed foreign to her.

Her hand absently brushed over a small, fan-shaped ornament nestled in her hair—a symbol, though fragile. The purple braid that cascaded down her back swayed like a tether too long kept in one place, now loosened. As she walked, the hem of a short lavender kimono fluttered against her legs, its patterns catching the rays, though the accents were mainly purple.

She moved through the city seen and unseen, and it felt... right. She wasn’t Raiden Shogun here, not anymore. Or perhaps she still was, in some unspoken way. But Inazuma had changed, and so had she.

As the light reduced to deeper shades of purple, she became aware of a presence beside her. The Traveller. They had appeared at her side without word or ceremony, and for a moment, she wondered how long they had been walking beside her. It felt like no time at all, and yet... so much.

They came upon a stop, where the air was thick with the scent of something sweet. The small stand stood illuminated under the lights, casting gentle shadows on the cobbled ground. Ei paused, and without truly knowing why, she found herself seated, a small plate of dango before her.

She reached for a stick and brought it to her lips. The taste was unlike anything she had experienced in what felt like an eternity—sweet, soft, simple.

“...Is this what it means to change? I find it enjoyable I suppose."

Soft and barely more than a murmur, though the weight they carried was undeniable.