Now, under a darkened sky and amid the shattered remains of her homeland, Watari stands alone before the last working harp of the Cloudspire. The great city behind her lies in ruin. its people scattered, its songs forgotten. The flowers at her feet bloom defiantly, the last signs of hope in a dying world. Rain falls. And she sings. her voice cracks. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she finally cries out. she shouts, weeps, cries all in remembrance of people she once knew
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