Above the imperial palace in the South Sea.
A tiny island stood silently amidst the crashing waves, as if quietly telling a story that no one knew.
On the island.
Unattended flowers withered and decayed, presenting a desolate sight everywhere.
Only the epiphyllums on both sides of the steps were blooming brilliantly in unawaited days.
It was as if they were waiting for the return of the figure who once watched over them as they blossomed.
Yet, the courtyard trees knew not that the people had all departed, and in spring they still bore the flowers of times past.
A gust of wind swept by, and the withered petals on the ground fluttered like yellow butterflies.
They swirled and drifted down onto the island, landing upon a newly covered grave.
Inscribed upon the tombstone was the striking line: “Tomb of the Demon Emperor of Sister's Past Dreams.”