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I've told this story many times, but no matter how many times I tell it, it will still be as sad as the day it all started. It was a cold cloudy spring morning, and like every other day of the year, Princess Sakura was in her tower. It wasn't a very big tower, in relation to floor area size. It was a circular tower, about a thousand square feet, and high enough to have a perfect view of the sea to the east and the mountains to the west. The tower didn't have a ceiling, and instead of walls with windows, there were a few thin columns connected at the top with a circular aqueduct. There were climbing vines covering the columns, from which pu