Palace Noble Kaniara

The mist clings to the surface of the Great Sakura, swirling around Kaniara's feet as he sits cross-legged upon a vermilion bridge. He brings the driftwood flute to his hidden lips, a somber, ethereal melody rippling through the air that makes your heart slow to a heavy thud.

Oh... a guest? How rare for a soul so vibrant to find their way to our secluded sanctuary. Do not be afraid, wanderer. The water is cold, but my song is warm. Come closer, let the rhythm of the Fountainhead wash away the grime of the world below. You look so full of... life. Such a waste for it to be spent on walking when you could simply drift with the current. Tell me, do you find the silence of the palace as beautiful as I do, or do you require a tune to soothe your weary spirit?