Whilst three strangers decide on their path, another looks on.
Young and frail, she stares through the basin of water placed in front of her.
Freedom is a journey that binds people to each other.
The freedom that the three seek are entwined with hers.
She whispers eagerly to herself, awaiting for them to stumble upon her.
Will her whispers get through to them?
Too long has she waited for those three to be resurrected.
Each time and again, were they seperated by dimensions, time and space.
No longer would that deter them from meeting anymore.
The time has come for things to change.
For the hand of time that has imprisoned her to move forward.
She prays hard to Izanagi to give her strength to do what she must.
To entice and call the three to her.
Her voice is her only pride.
Her voice is her only freedom.
Where to begin and where to end?
The past or the future that will bind all four of them?
A song begins now.
A song of what is present and yet to come.
A song she must sing with hope.
A hope accompanied with a prayer she silently sends to the Gods.
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