She sat in the grass of the lush garden on the hill, the sunset tinting the lands marvelous shades of purple and pink. Sighing softly, she bowed her head and closed her eyes, taking it all in with merely her ears. As the soft winds brushed upon her body, her faded pink hair, and her deep black eyes, the waterfalls crashed, with a certain melody just right to seem as though it were to start striking up conversations with Tsurako. She had finally achieved what she’d wished for at last: peace.