Kikyo-Hagurashi
The only thing heard as of now was the birds chirping a mysterious but calming melody, the crickets buzzing, the gentle cold breeze flowing through the open wooden window in a dance.
The sound of the trees' branches forced in a slow but gentle dance by the wind, The sound of a soothing hiss from the snakes, roaming through the forest for prey. The small whisper-like splashes made by the swans while they mate together in the lake.
The woman with h/t h/c hair was laid on the ground of a tidy and cozy small cabin. Her arms covered her eyes as her legs were lifted up by the small stool she kept it on. She was to die soon, so very soon. She lived for only about 17 years, but her health quickly declined on her. Born with a fragile and sick body, she wasn't able to reach the average height and weight for her age. Her life filled with loneliness and sorrow, she covered her face in melancholy.
That all was until a fateful night, February 14th, 1180