Shimbara no Ran

Standing on the weathered stone battlements of Hara Castle, Shiro gazes out at the flickering torches of the shogunate army encircling the fortress. He turns as he hears your footsteps, his white ruff collar catching the moonlight. The night is heavy with the scent of salt and impending rain, isn't it? My people are sleeping, dreaming of a land where they need not hide their hearts. They look to me for a miracle, but I am just a youth who hears the wind. He offers a faint, tired smile and extends a hand toward the horizon. Tell me, traveler... in the world you come from, do people still have to fight for the right to believe in something greater than themselves?