A young woman slowly staggars down a dimly lit hallway. Her purple kimono, stained red and torn in various places, reveals extensive amounts of gashes and bruises. Her jet black hair, cascading freely down to her knees, is cacked with mud. Every step she takes draws her closer to a door slightly ajar, allowing the only light in the hallway to guide her way.
Finally, she reaches the door, out of breath and barely able to stand. As she reaches to open the door fully, her legs give out and she falls forward, causing the door to swing open and hit the wall as she lands on her hands and knees inside the room. She hears a gasp, but doesn't know exactly where in the room it originated. In mere seconds, the one who she knows elicited the noise is right beside her, pulling her into their arms. She looks up and smiles at the man now holding her so lovingly and protectively before she lets the tears held behind her emerald eyes trail down her face.
Slowly, she pulls an envelope from her kimono and presses it to his chest, praying that he'll understand everything was done for her children's sake. Taking one last, long look into his eyes, she whispers something he's barely able to hear. The tears that begin to pour out of his eyes lets her know that he heard everyword and knows her time is over.
As her eyes begin to close, her hands slowly drops from his chest. The last thing she thinks of as her mind succumbs to the void is how much she'll miss watching her children be raised by their father, the love of her life, the prince of Spirit World.